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I live in the night to feel the insight of a profoundly incandescent inner light where the substance of ether comes round in flight a plasmic memory glues to mind like a beauteous respite I believe destiny has its own way of giving your sacrifice its requite And past is a photorealism, it comes inContinue reading “Golden letters to you, Dad!: A poem”

Sometimes, I think, I have a peculiar name for you, would you call it piquant if I suggested you are my Golem(?) – Like I carved you from my own clay, and we were cleaved in two We are like clones that are so abstractly apparent in distant fields apart I just know that myContinue reading “My Golem: A poem”

I am standing at the edge of a ridge dropping into the sea Expectations are vapour, even in the sturdy mind of a seeker This is not a joke when the seeker himself is the treasure And the heat of so many intimidating moments cannot kill the fortitude of the oasis that sustains itself amidContinue reading “What it is to perceive a Paradise in a desert?!!: A poem”

Poor desperate Albanese is fixated by Solomon (Hahahahaha!) Does the world know his poor infidel con? He does really think he can have the Sun in the Pacific?! Why are all those fucking islanders celebrating at his foolish trick! I am not Alabanese’s `monte’ of a blooming Mon, please! Let him have all his `mons’Continue reading “Poor desperate Albanese is fixated by Solomon: A poem”

Do you all think I fell through the cracks, supposedly, because I did not stoop like a tired tree for your obtuse, oblique propositions? I am not lame and I am not tame. There is a lot of sui juris about my structure that does not fall prey to wily mandamus; I have to lookContinue reading “I dare you all! I dare! I dare!: A poem”

When I feel like I am a marble rolling carelessly on an interminable slope thinking O my luck(!) how free am I?!!… when I am only haplessly falling into a precipice! Do I want to admit to myself, it is easier to go downstream than upstream? There is only hard-knuckles rapping at your skull forContinue reading “The fated `machina’: A poem”

You know, the tales of melancholia locked in my soul caffeinate the aliveness of it, because the swell of stoicism gives the earth its solidity as it matures. I make no melodrama of the ages of upheavals, they live like storms in dark evenings of memorabilia. When I am old, I can think wiser inContinue reading “The music of `all sing to Mum and Dad!’: A poem”