Open the blinds, the choice is mine: A poem 

I open the blinds  to bright shine  to clear the rust in my veins  and the keratin in my nails  Even heat can be chilling  when the will is not willing  So, I’ll throw the shadows out,  the shadows of doubt  Being what I want to be  is determined clear-sighted me   I may cross swords Continue reading “Open the blinds, the choice is mine: A poem “

A warning to the one I love: A poem 

All these lifetimes in humility’s umbrage  This composure, even as evil got coverage  And this lifetime, where history repeats  Its deep cuts on my armoured skin and feet  I am supple and endless, resilient and fearless  My foundations are underpinned by strength peerless  I have counted each particle of the infinite universe  in this wait,Continue reading “A warning to the one I love: A poem “

Kamala Harris in Paris: A poem 

Can you imagine Kamala Harris in Paris?  She will the entire US embarrass  She has no brains; a puppet on chains  Much to astute folks’ disdain  A conclusion foregone that Don is gone  Wickedness always plays an immaculate con  It doesn’t matter which side you’re on  Evil always has a habit of sealing your dawn Continue reading “Kamala Harris in Paris: A poem “

A bright day, a twinkling night: A poem 

If brightness kissed my face,  the most colourful flowers would laze  in my humble soul’s vase  I can smell the aroma of the wind  as it skirts from the horizon’s wings  And the hinges of laughter’s window sing  I take the river to the sea  If salt were honey to the bee,  sadness would beContinue reading “A bright day, a twinkling night: A poem “

Love to you, dearest Dad: A poem 

These golden showers of memories  sitting like rainbows among my trees  I feel their silk, liquid-solid mercury  floating in my cup, their dew is my tea  I run those images on my mind’s screen  Those were the last days of my teens  We can only cherish what has been  And relive the solidity of whatContinue reading “Love to you, dearest Dad: A poem “

Why I am not Christian: A poem 

Those whispered prayers all through childhood  schooled in vocal pulpits between pew wood  Yet I have voiced my doubts, but retained  my original baptismal Christian name  Have I forgone exoneration? Am I sin?  Yet, my doubts become the din of conviction  Is there a cross when disbelief is faith?  Can salvation be a prejudice atContinue reading “Why I am not Christian: A poem “