I thought I was turning the sheafs of books to an old leaf But you can say it was an act of pulling up trees There are things you say out of love that you mean And you really want to act, because love is so well-defined in your veins But the result of theContinue reading “Babush Putt: A poem”
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The words are: face up to the `challenge’: A poem
How do I name myself in an iota – a slip of a word that grows as tall as a tree, over me? How do I define myself, and not find any meaning in the chasm I am compelled to descend into, like Jack’s abysmal beanstalk? You’d think I was nameless, like a country roadContinue reading “The words are: face up to the `challenge’: A poem”
If I were to see who I am, would that be a solution?: A poem
I spun around like wisdom finding focus in itself as the leaves from the trees kept falling to the floor, and I opened and shut my door, like long before…. and once more, so I could silently never go! In Mumbai, the past comes like a confounding overwhelming summer, its heat brings hot tears fromContinue reading “If I were to see who I am, would that be a solution?: A poem”
I dare all, and I fear none! : A poem
I see a shower of meteors falling down and I am only wearing a raincoat! I went to the stores, this morning and a man dropped his umbrella, and looked at me. I see the metaphors come raining down, like those infernal cars; Why, now, I’ve taken a repulsion for white cars?! See them croppingContinue reading “I dare all, and I fear none! : A poem”
Is peaceful satyagraha the only weapon, or should it be rage?: A poem
I think of the neon of the nineteen eighties, but now I have white or yellow lights sugaring me with a shadow at me feet And when I look at that dark reflection I think of sleep, yet, I am wide awake; even as I look out of the window and can’t locate the Moon!Continue reading “Is peaceful satyagraha the only weapon, or should it be rage?: A poem”
Brother Jesus, whatever is your life, whatever is the lie…: A poem
Would I believe the star of Bethlehem, star-crossed a chosen one to a death by crucifixion? You know, since that fateful day, the world lost conjecture and began to convictedly believe…or, that love was death and torture and burning at the stake of Pagans, even the brief history of the once flourishing langue d’oc toContinue reading “Brother Jesus, whatever is your life, whatever is the lie…: A poem”
I can see you in the sun….: A poem
I can see you in the sun Your soul like a magnificent illuminated aura Like a golden pearl hanging distinctly from the sky Like a white and black adamantine embossed in my eye All speckled in abstract beauty with your special gifts I thought I knew that gift even a long time before you arrivedContinue reading “I can see you in the sun….: A poem”
Hey nice Australian Broadcasting Corporation (ABC 24)! How come you all broadcast Donald Trump, followed by shots on Albanese? How come you all never feature Pauline Hanson? Or only if it’s negatives on her? Hahahahahahahaha! Keep it up! Keep it up! Hahahahahahaha!
I once had and always have a girl…: A poem
I once had and always have a girl, Or should I say, did she always have me? Like a vapour that settles on you, never dissipating. I spontaneously learnt to sing, with or without wings! She showed me her room, never too soon, a profound wood, the ring and the rood! I lost all myContinue reading “I once had and always have a girl…: A poem”