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”

Hey Trump, you try taking the Depo injection yourself! Or who will you try taking it with? Ananus ben Ananus or Saint Paul? While poor James the Just has the ignominy of being treated like an animal and have those cops at his door, good entertaining eyeview for his neighbours to shame him, isn’t it? And what about the hand and body cramps that James is suffering due to the Depo? Or will you consume the substitute tablets with your friend under duress ANAnus? Will James have to suffer till death for his truth and justice? Or do you think evil can get away with its crimes and murders for eternity?