Prakash Saint Paul is provoking me and telling me to make compromises with my suffering and grief. I just told him, I’ve always borne that; but has he ever admitted to his being the most treacherous criminal in the universe? Has he ever accepted the fact that he should be suffering for his crimes for eternity? I am not afraid of defeat when I speak the truth, even though I know evil capitalises on it. But let me inform you all that Prakash Saint Paul harasses me with his provocations or manipulates others to provoke me 24×7.

I couldn’t be bothered about the crimes and treachery Albanese and the Labor Party commit against me. I simply ignore it! It’s not my problem if criminals don’t want to suffer for their crimes. They can win all they want. I am always only true to my duty, though my heart goes out to the ones who have to suffer for someone else’s crimes and treachery. Don’t dare think I am helpless, just because I am sublime.

The applause may or may not come after: A poem 

You can’t tell me  we live only once  The immersion, the suspension of me; belied free  to be the universe’s shady tree  I know I am tinier than quarks and bosons  but I am the humongous eternity’s patience  There is nothing like: we reap what we sow  There are treacherous laws wherever we go  The wisdom in the bird cageContinue reading “The applause may or may not come after: A poem “

Do we climb ladders with libido?: A poem 

Was I too brave or too weak to chase  the ones I was sexually attracted to?  Did I close a headwaying conversation  with a clumsy and misty handshake?  Or did I simply stare emptily at wanting  and hesitating reluctantly to say yes to  a proposition; even when I struggled  with mountains between valleys of `yes’ or `no’  Something likeContinue reading “Do we climb ladders with libido?: A poem “

Don’t call me out, blame it on yourselves!: A poem 

You can’t call me, God, out with your invectives  when you all did it for your own selfish motives!  I, God, sublimely subordinated myself and became vulnerable  And I bravely suffered; call out `I can’ from `Able’  There has always been Jacob and Lord Ram in me  who sacrificed so much for purpose and love for eternity Continue reading “Don’t call me out, blame it on yourselves!: A poem “

I struggle so much to set everyone free!: A poem 

These golden strands silently occupy my mind  like cotton balls of golden fleece, I find  And myriad thoughts bloom into arias, divine  A little lamp illuminating like the sharpest shining light  Even in a struggle, who can say whose is blight,  when the warrior has never failed to be right  Vision is clairvoyance, not mere eyesight Continue reading “I struggle so much to set everyone free!: A poem “

I couldn’t be bothered…yet!: A poem 

(If some green meets some red, can Communism pronounce God dead?)  I couldn’t be bothered if the cat insists, we have the moon  I couldn’t be bothered if the fish inveigles my doom  I am not smart enough to tell between elk and moose  But I am wise enough to judge who deserves the hangman’s noose  I have a spirit withContinue reading “I couldn’t be bothered…yet!: A poem “

I won’t forgive him; never will!: A poem 

I won’t have him; I never will  even if the universe goes still  Even if you all join in the conspiracy  He has no heart, nothing else, but unfeeling belly  I may not be smart, but I have art  I know my rights, even though unacknowledged are my deeds  And I won’t forgive the one who rocks my cart  You can allContinue reading “I won’t forgive him; never will!: A poem “

Put that stupid goat Bowen in the oven!: A poem 

Put that stupid goat Bowen in the oven  Before Christmas, make him a `that was’  His crying shame mate: Climate, at any rate  will make, all our budgeting, meet a dire fate  How long can I patiently wait  to see Labor go out of date?  Of course, they win be cheating, and capitalising   on everything I think, do and sing!  TheContinue reading “Put that stupid goat Bowen in the oven!: A poem “

I didn’t ask for relief; there is belief: A poem 

Would I say the trees were free  if grass hopped and twigs flew  If fire woke me up from sleep  and the heart’s blaze was my keep  I can’t think of a dimension  that I would accrue as new  Every nook trembles with a look  The universe itself shook  My age is such, that none can gauge  But I recollect whenContinue reading “I didn’t ask for relief; there is belief: A poem “