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Though it is all my sweaty hard work,  the rewards are wanted by that evil jerk  He is much like a perennial cock-suck  He wants me bowled out for a duck  His batting is simply not done cricket  He is batting for an illegal free ticket  to paradise, where he will immediately sicken it  WithContinue reading “All about that man: Victorious Light: A poem “

These brave stones are all in my bones  These little pedestals, I make my thrones  The universe is made up of two cones  The material and the spiritual; we are but drones  In the twilight hours, before sunrise,  when a nightly fire descends from the skies,  the dragon wished his Dad goodbyes  The tears stuckContinue reading “God is watching over the wise: A poem “

The tributaries: purpose meets endurance  like two swimmers in courage’s brilliance  No sun squints us, we have fists clenched  The swimmers are wet, but never drenched  I sniff at the strength, trace the long length  The lyric is all over: future, past and present  We have a distance, but the bridge is prescience  You haveContinue reading “Purpose meets endurance: A poem “

The shadows are stretching doom over long furlongs  I feel there are only barren pennies for my forlorn song  I am a castaway faraway from where the multitudes throng  And the devil is whistling triumph, furthering the wrongs  He has taken my apron, my dough and kneading bowl  He has too many weapons over-noising myContinue reading “The devils of this country…: A Poem “

I touch memories of that December’s crevice; it seemed  love couldn’t be violent as a nightmare turbulent stream  But I learnt, even broken hearts can wade, then swim  Why does December seem like a picnic, like watching a film?  I can’t think of Santa being cross, not even if he is at a loss  IContinue reading “To an old love (I’m still a lonely star): A poem “

It is the month of March  I see the flowers arch  to milder days; it’s okay  that the season lasts only till May  I await a prognosis  I fathom the promise  like a widow at a seance  thinking it is the last and only chance  Outside, the autumn colours bloom  Now, a dream may orContinue reading “Dad, I picture me at your grave: A poem “