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Climate, at any rate  will make, all our budgeting, meet a dire fate  How long can I patiently wait  to see Labor go out of date?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 “

I have had to go down on my knees: A poem 

I could have been caught in an abyss  where no angels dare to go  But wherever I go, who should follow?  There must always be an unwanted shadow  This anti-matter; is it freedom or annihilation  You know, dark energy and dark matter are hidden even in light  Stealth is always invisible to the innocent  So, I must, sometimes, transcendContinue reading “I have had to go down on my knees: A poem “

I am not fooled by the oasis yonder: A poem 

Can you see the oasis yonder is just a bloody deathtrap?  I walk, keeping my weeping armour, in the desert’s lap  Why didn’t they build any freeways, for me that, I ask, I could tap  The only road out of here is someone else’s treacherous map  I turned the zodiac over and over again, never figuring how time goes Continue reading “I am not fooled by the oasis yonder: A poem “

The deep sea hijacked me, God; and I had to relent. Because I had no option as Prakash Saint Paul hijacked the Sun. Now, the deep sea thinks it can punish and torture me (just because I made myself vulnerable), if I speak the truth!

O Sita, I can never have you; I can never have anything at all: A poem 

How can I entertain the love of so many  when I have abandoned precious her for no penny  Did I not move every mountain between us  to regain her, against all the conspiring vicious  O Mother, did I not live on but the honey of the forest  and wander aimlessly in the everglades  because I swore by my promise  to father, andContinue reading “O Sita, I can never have you; I can never have anything at all: A poem “