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You take a spritely leap into my arms, like you always did(!); if memory can cause me  such serendipity as the reality of when I first set my eyes on you, you little furry ball of happiness! What is the peculiarity of love in its sudden delight! How do you love a fondling, a childContinue reading “Little cuddles…my darling pooch: A poem”

You know these words we extract out of intellect like sculpted statues, if they were painstakingly carved out, but, unlike statues do not last. For even in their impervious solidity, they dissipate like filigree of air. I am just about to tell you that: Is intellect an artefact that keeps a conversation going for hours?Continue reading “A poem to a new friend: A poem”

No, I am no Liberace! No feathers, no musk, no precious stones My attire lives in the simplicity of my unexhibited skills I am a pantomime in the oblivion Not a masquerade of the entirety of Moulin Rouge! I just Broadwayed acting out my own resplendence for myself, appraising myself in pride without extravagance! IContinue reading “Liberace: A poem”

I just feel like I am risin’, risin’ over and above the darkening horizon Yes, I am tired of all this waitin’, waitin’ Part of me is always gratin’, gratin’ I often feel like doomsday Yet, I keep my fears at bay Am I wrong to cast aspersions, when I gave up all my aspirationsContinue reading “I just feel like risin’ risin’: A poem”

Do you think you can borrow from simple innocence, of the times before we even dreamed of mass or social media? Does anyone think we have come deplorapbly far, and distanced ourselves (in the bargain) from Mums and Dads working hard to keep their establishments going (in vain); or further still, those of us, crofters,Continue reading “About AI, progress, human choices and life from antiquity to modern: A poem”

Hope is not just a small bird with a feather, but even if it is a little tuneful bird in its nest, it is winsome! For, little may be the relevance of a diminutive person, his hope is large. All treachery that makes filial loyalties become the braveheart’s sinkhole can be managed with patience. AllContinue reading “Hope is that garuda, Emily Dickinson!: A poem”

(My baby girl, I understand your vulnerability, I hold nothing against you!) Do you mind if I leave the door open to the wind to let it storm in with its whispers, that it is getting cold and I am growing old, yet so much bold? And who can scold an intrepid soul for incitingContinue reading “I tell you solemnly, they should even fear my irrelevance, if they make me seem irrelevant!: A poem”

Do you see the collage of my convictions fall to the depiction of you? If I can’t hold a candle to you, do I hold a mirror to you? Is it that the leonine flavour of love I perceive is my only possession? And how does it lead me down the valley from my beingContinue reading “True Love, enough of humility; let all heed my warning!!!: A poem”

Would it be any different if bees made nectar and flowers made the honey? I’d still be knocking at your door, eager to exchange all my gold for your pearls Is this the way that a boy exhibits his love for his girl! You know there’s so much knowledge like an incessant rain in theContinue reading “Letting it be; and so much humility!: A poem”