You all disgusting creeps. You all have no gratitude to me. You all fear that Prakash Saint Paul so much, that you all don’t care how much I’m tortured and have to suffer. You all only care to protect your own interests. I’m just going to destroy the whole world!

Did I ever live in a habitable zone?: A poem 

I was never a resident of a habitable zone  I was sworn to territories unknown  A nomad at every excursion  There was always desertification by someone else’s ruthless incursions  Was I a King who turned everything to gold  that another’s greed should quickly take hold?  So, Midas really wished he only had embers  the flock of love reduced to abandonedContinue reading “Did I ever live in a habitable zone?: A poem “

In memory of my pets: A poem 

Do I feel an uncalm in the surrounding turbulence.  Yet, I reckon I have a bridge across the water moats  to meadows that are bright and luscious memories  as if even the littlest creatures make them sublimely  magnified. How I can imagine that grief follows love,  and love follows grief. Because that love is regained   afterContinue reading “In memory of my pets: A poem “

I am thinking of you, like I do all the time: A poem 

I couldn’t fathom how I could spend a moment  without a conversation; yet, I have spent a lifetime.  That love was meant to be a quietude, like a window  opaque from the outside and transparent from the inside   So, I could see and remain unseen. We have lived   in such cradles of contradictions; to be innocent  and yetContinue reading “I am thinking of you, like I do all the time: A poem “

What should you wonder in this immoral flounder?: A poem 

How long can the wind of my wisdom blow against a wall?  How long can my convictions stand the headbanging?  Even the flowering plants, I nurtured, are not blooming  Even me, I look like a smile that didn’t indulge in grooming  You think, that I should only settle for the cadavers of winter?  There is so much love that doesn’t understandContinue reading “What should you wonder in this immoral flounder?: A poem “

My Mother’s lustre…: A poem 

My mother’s lustre was in her simple wisdom,  much capability to get the things done without much ado  Her nous was wrapped like a curved arc  around her home, her family, her duty  There was never much distraction to take her away from it  Sometimes, I think a little hedonism would do her good  But who would suggest, when sheContinue reading “My Mother’s lustre…: A poem “

Greenland is not the EU’s red-letter day!: A poem 

I am just laughing; it’s like walking on a cloud  which has fluff tickling my ribs; there’s an awesome feeling  looking at the world rising from its crib.  I am just thinking that my sense of humour is written  in every conceivable shade all over the universe;  but it couldn’t be read by the minds of men!  You can say, I was never slighted that I wasn’t acknowledged Continue reading “Greenland is not the EU’s red-letter day!: A poem “