Wisdom; and the many misconceptions surrounding it!: A poem 

(You know, there is more beauty in the conviction of not forgiving, than in the misconceived largesse of forgiving. You can see that evil becomes more flagrant with its condoning! Are the rampant institutions of civilisation guilty of absolving themselves? Evil always obtained its sustenance and power by manipulating both circumstance and evidence. Humanity always seems to empathise with the unworthy! Who can be blamed with all the propaganda abounding?)  YouContinue reading “Wisdom; and the many misconceptions surrounding it!: A poem “

Controlled madness and unconditional insanity: A poem 

Decadence of spirit is falling to the convenience of   matter. And you may discover that what you learnt in  those old tunics of past lifetimes, can never be reprobated!  And you may begin to conclude that conventional   education was an anomaly to garnering astute wisdom!  I pondered my youth over many books, called wise; and   very wiselyContinue reading “Controlled madness and unconditional insanity: A poem “

I won’t be a shadow of myself, despite all the wicked shadow play!!: A poem 

If my words could hang on a   clotheshorse, then, what would  my poetry be? Would it be an ode  to the sterile laundromat or a   lyric to dirty linen? I don’t even   wash my hands regularly (too often); I think it is  the guilty, who indulge in that pastime!  I, sometimes, feel like a beast bestowed  with belligerence. You know when too   much injusticeContinue reading “I won’t be a shadow of myself, despite all the wicked shadow play!!: A poem “

Is all your vision in a fog?: A poem 

Do you all think that simplicity  is a simplification of existence;  and simple wisdom is politely  non-violent?! Do you think that  all this patience of simplicity is passive?  I remember grandmother simply,  patiently weaving those mats of   palm leaves and bamboo strips!  We slept on bare floors with few  paddings, because we were innocently  bare! Nakedness isContinue reading “Is all your vision in a fog?: A poem “

Am I O(!) so brave…!: A poem 

Back in school – was I so brave?  Even as I remember counting  the strands of the universe  to recollect my past lives! Is bravery  acquired(?)… or does it need to be  remembered, retrieved from the   flakes of your gene pool, DNA or RNA? I just  think this world is not conditioned  to understand bravery!Continue reading “Am I O(!) so brave…!: A poem “

Mother, if I found you again…Of course, I will: A poem 

Someday, I may percolate  like a distillation, into the   substance-quotient of a remarkable  chemical gravity! And then, I will  know that I am not merely residual,  but the entire process of transformation  Itself! This endlessness of it, being my   alchemy. And you can see at every  end, the Phoenix rises for a new  beginning. It isContinue reading “Mother, if I found you again…Of course, I will: A poem “

I despise you all selfish, ingrates, who act out of your own fear psychoses, to do injustice to me and defraud me! I have never been afraid of injustice to me! My enemies know that and take advantage and capitalise on my resoluteness to do my duty, despite their treachery! Shame on you, Anthony Albanese! It is you who are mortally afraid of your eternity! I will never forgive you! I just do my duty, despite all the treachery against me!