Hey, Paul Simon! You can, if you’d rather, call yourself Al! My Dad is Salvador not sAL! My Mother has much wherewithal, not Al! I’d rather call the better looking Garfunkel – Art! You know, because I can speak right from my heart, Sometimes a poor ass like me is more profound than all theContinue reading “Hey Paul Simon, I won’t call myself Al!: A poem”
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The grief of loss out of deceit: A poem
Sometimes, I think, I don’t deserve a white rose for being orphaned out of everything I cherish. You know, the manifestation of pain from defeat is only the tribulation of the ordinary folk, the real heroes feel the triumph in their establishment in bravery in times of defeat. Every defeat is a clarion call toContinue reading “The grief of loss out of deceit: A poem”
Mother, I see you; as I see me!: A poem
I can see you in your dignified march like a stately carouche across the streets of a sublime, undemanding and self-effacing soul, with your hair in an augmentative artificial chignon for an auspicious occasion or feast; and I think of the Mother Goddess you were! I know we are only what destiny makes us toContinue reading “Mother, I see you; as I see me!: A poem”
Just a reblog of an older poem
My spirit is not broken!: A poem
There is a poignant patience, like a limerick that has a laughter from humour that never dissipates. There is a war of roses struck between agony and expectation, that never seems to come unstuck from the thorns, if restraint was an anomaly not an amenability! There is a ludicrous tyranny, where people are walking inContinue reading “My spirit is not broken!: A poem”
I want to go from this world. I hate hypocrites and hypocrisy as much as I hate treacherous evil! Do you think I should suffer terribly as I do for trying to preserve myself against evil? Which hypocrite of a mighty leader deems that? May you all be informed I have been patient, sublime and restrained despite all the injustices done to me! And there will be much destruction if I choose to go?
So many questions I seek to ask without expecting any answers!: A poem
Do you see my coat of arms, my heraldry, my chivalry? That I must necessitate the needful with no help from my loyalties – to secure what truth must unfold? Do you feel my pain bear into the veins of your soul, that you, then, begin to feel nervy in your anxiety, if you wouldContinue reading “So many questions I seek to ask without expecting any answers!: A poem”
Darling, do you see my love starshine over your horizon?: A poem
I know my love is a motion that can never be aborted; It may, most times, never be acknowledged, but exists like a rock solid reality, which none can corporeally fathom; like the mountains of creation overlying the Universe; whose structure can never be a diminutive brevity, even if not obvious! I see Mum andContinue reading “Darling, do you see my love starshine over your horizon?: A poem”
You can’t bury my intrepidity; you grave diggers(!); I will never bury the hatchet!: A poem
I can talk like I can talk for days on end, yet most of the time, I am as silent as a hillock listening to the noises of the winds around it and the surrounding valleys that sing along in silence, like troubadours who lay stake to the mythic reality of true heroes! I amContinue reading “You can’t bury my intrepidity; you grave diggers(!); I will never bury the hatchet!: A poem”
Even if this poem is doggerel; it has much to say!: A poem
I thought I am quite a kitchen king I turn out the savour with an instinctive savvy Can anyone fathom that sometimes it ends in disaster? A hobgoblin in me tries permutations and combinations Finally, it is a risk, but isn’t life about risks I have endeavoured to be valiant despite all the odds againstContinue reading “Even if this poem is doggerel; it has much to say!: A poem”