The harder it gets, the firmer I’ll stay: A poem 

Jashmina, I am your James; do you want Jesus?  Not that Saint Paul, so treacherous and devious  I walked the universe for you for so very long  Do you think all this straitjacket can blunt my song?  I don’t want an imposed moon; it’s not my boon  And I am no hypocrite to cast the fish’sContinue reading “The harder it gets, the firmer I’ll stay: A poem “

Prakash Saint Paul kept me and my love eternally apart: A poem 

O how the evil deep-sea Prakash Saint Paul, right from the start  kept me and my eternal love, Jashmina, apart  Though I sincerely wished I could make him depart  like a dead fish to the deep sea’s mart  I kept my patience for all of eternity  I suffered to the extreme, but did my duty Continue reading “Prakash Saint Paul kept me and my love eternally apart: A poem “

I remember my lives on Mars: A poem 

So advanced was Mars  They had flying cars  O yes! I once lived there  On it, life wasn’t rare  It knew too well the sun  But how Virgo was undone  And Aries flopped in turn  When the deep sea had it overrun!  O this broken limp planet  that the evil fish simply didn’t want toContinue reading “I remember my lives on Mars: A poem “

I’m not just bipolar: A poem 

I’m not just bipolar  This should be a much polarised world  We aren’t brethren with aliens  The UN is ugly and dysfunctional  Multilateralism is the essence of our diversity  We are goblins, gnomes, imps, pixies and elves,  strung in twelve dimensions. There are four directions,  five elements. Not just heart and guts,   Two sidesContinue reading “I’m not just bipolar: A poem “

There’s watery treachery against me in Labor’s ranks: A poem 

Richard Marles, take a one-way ticket to the moon!  Don’t be over smart, I’ll shut you up soon!  I blitzkrieg your Defense like a rickety fence  And Auntyny Albanese is not worth a single pence!  Don’t think you can curfew me from destiny’s due!  Your complicity with Prakash Saint Paul, I’ll make you rue!  ThereContinue reading “There’s watery treachery against me in Labor’s ranks: A poem “