Thank you Tanka, but I can’t measure my poetry!: A poem

You know you can’t blame the Japanese for their precision But I can’t lock my shoulders on a key board, measuring 31 syllables to sum up what my mind wants to say! I’m not going to say Thank you, Tanka, even if it expresses love. I am not exactly a failure at expressing love inContinue reading “Thank you Tanka, but I can’t measure my poetry!: A poem”

Darling, I ask you this day, and this point in time?: A poem

You know darling, sweetheart, my Sarah, how history keeps unfolding the reminders of the crime that everything was stolen from me, from the very onset?! I didn’t cry over the injustice; nor did I decry it, being eternally stoic, patient, brave and equanimous in that grief! But I was punished for all my abrogation ofContinue reading “Darling, I ask you this day, and this point in time?: A poem”

Liber ad milites Templi de laude novae militae; and the Rule of Saint Bernard: A poem

(Praise be to whoever restores Saint Bernard’s call: “In Praise of the New Militia”!) Was the agenda lost between Bernard of Clairvaux, the foresightful Cistercian monk and Jacques du Molay, the last Templar  grand master? What went on in Saint Bernard’s mind, when he established the Order of the Knights to take on Jerusalem onContinue reading “Liber ad milites Templi de laude novae militae; and the Rule of Saint Bernard: A poem”

I lost my Gems of pets to Cancer (the disease, not the Zodiac sign)!: A poem

O dearest Gems of pets (!), when you had to go, I, with the knowledge of your looming passing, was filled with immense grief; feeling like a flame of love being extinguished from my soul, suddenly to become invisible, unrelatable (I feared!) As if a gamopetalous entity of endearment was being shrivelled out to beContinue reading “I lost my Gems of pets to Cancer (the disease, not the Zodiac sign)!: A poem”

Is now the time? Or later still?: A poem

I am sleeping like in a dream And I am shaken as if in rude shock But I am submerged in a carnival procession where everyone is wearing costumes, masks or face and body  paint Is that impersonating? Is impersonating a pardonable travesty? Sometimes, I just don’t want to be anybody – I just wantContinue reading “Is now the time? Or later still?: A poem”

Morgan Luna: “Love cannot be bought!” What about forgiveness?: A poem

(Based on the song `Love cannot be bought’ by the AI-generated Morgan Luna, if you think you can be impressed by an exquisiteness, not anima) I’ll tell you a tale that, to you all, may sound gory; of crimes, treachery, deceit and murders against the honorary, of truth and justice having been terminably subjugated andContinue reading “Morgan Luna: “Love cannot be bought!” What about forgiveness?: A poem”

I thought we need each other to be free!: A poem

(Based on the lyrics of a song: Easy Street by Queens of the Stone Age) I am chandeliering, not briefly, but like a steady constant lamp, precariously from a ceiling, in a risky dark of eternity! You can call it my signature arc, like an endorsement of my own antiquated tribulation that lives like aContinue reading “I thought we need each other to be free!: A poem”

This dream of walking through the woods: A poem

The metaphors keep raining down on the flipside of my comprehensions; and I go back and forth trying to decipher the colours of these stones. This membrane of my brain keeps colliding with reality. And I discover, there is greater truth in mythic fantasy than reality. It is a palpable corporeality beyond question that IContinue reading “This dream of walking through the woods: A poem”