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I don’t like the changing seasons;  I find summer, autumn, winter and spring detestable  like cumbersome cloth that aggravates my skin  But I survive like the spirit of a tree  gathering its age in the cells of its trunk  I live thus, with the challenge of being shackled  I am immobile with the treachery that encumbers me  But IContinue reading “I dare to bare; and am now living with new meaning!: A poem “

I was the first spirit of Pangea,  Adam Kadmon, whose eyes   streamed with magic, and foliated   much of its unrivered lands.  You see the invisible evil  sought to trap me and torture me  And when they failed to do that  they set me adrift, tearing  my limbs away from me!  They thought Adam Kadmon   would meet his perennial death  But he came back timeContinue reading “I am no mollusk from Mu!: A poem “

One day, I woke up to blue lights in my bedroom  And I went to the window of a moonless sky,  watched a spaceship rush like a bird, so quick!  Never did I see any earthly jetplane with such speed!   And I waved to it, so it flashed back its blinking lights at me  My eyes wandered into the Scorpion/ Arian space Continue reading “The blue lights in my bedroom!: A poem “

The ichthyosaurs that pretend to be the fashionistas  that fashion this age, by perpetuating the misbegotten   icons, to keep flourishing their palatial caverns of deceit  and leave the rest hopping on one leg in poverty. They  even want to hijack the truth, when truth speaks for itself.   You can see there was an invisible anarchy against justice  for overContinue reading “The ichthyosaurs who fashioned this age!: A poem “

I know the womb that feels like a singular haven,  Not in the belly of the deep sea, but in the shade of the sun  I just wonder, if you can see my explanation in the meaning  few words lightly placed like ambrosia on your leaves of dignity  I am not troubled by the indignation of loveContinue reading “Mother, did I love you, and feel constrained to love you?: A poem “

Did I feel sore from wounds, or learnt  to align myself with a deeper understanding  That I felt the pain, but didn’t feel the ugly protest  I am beginning to see the perspective of a prosaic   sublimity that goes beyond mere stoicism,  A tall mountain occluded in the horizon of vision   by a near standing smaller hill.   You can see the point ofContinue reading “Did experience teach me? Was I substantiated by such reality?: A poem “

I didn’t fancy the gems on my fingers  But I picked up the ramparts of my fortress  that were fallen all around like shattered stone  And even then, I didn’t feel alone  Because I didn’t make metaphors of my pain  when it all had to be rebuilt again  For pain and torture didn’t liquidate my soul  Not even the liquid of tears did I dole  I am just carved toContinue reading “Do you see me as I am?: A poem “

Do you think I should forget my mother  like an abstraction with no reality?  Like an earth that covers itself through the ages  with fresh layers, burying its older flesh?  Or an ablation whose gas is a vapour,  meant to escape unceremoniously? Do I feel the contagion   of destiny, so indifferent, that my soul reverses love  into a bind ofContinue reading “Do you think I should forget my mother?: A poem “