Of reptilians, dragons, gods and men: A poem 

The priests and scholars were reptilians  The kings and nobles were the dragons  The managers of slaves were the gods  The slaves were men, with all their odds  How men overturned justice’s applecart ? They seized power with their wicked hearts  They ruled the world and scalped the dragons  For over 2000 years, these misdeeds wereContinue reading “Of reptilians, dragons, gods and men: A poem “

Dad and Mum, my darlings: A poem 

I know memories are like sand in my hand  a wistful cheer, a river fleeing the land  The present is a disloyal moment, steadfast is the past  Childhood is a brief world with an expanse vast  Love is a warm, cosy, infinitely endearing blanket  It can make a treasure trove of a poor man’s trinket Continue reading “Dad and Mum, my darlings: A poem “

I laugh and I cry: A poem 

I can cook up what I want  Sublime dreams my castle haunt  I feel light as blackboard chalk  for my battleground is a cakewalk  There’s enough lampblack in my footprint  for all that I did and what I didn’t  Losses are just a matter of perception  Lessons learnt are a grateful reception  There’s simple energyContinue reading “I laugh and I cry: A poem “

Open the blinds, the choice is mine: A poem 

I open the blinds  to bright shine  to clear the rust in my veins  and the keratin in my nails  Even heat can be chilling  when the will is not willing  So, I’ll throw the shadows out,  the shadows of doubt  Being what I want to be  is determined clear-sighted me   I may cross swords Continue reading “Open the blinds, the choice is mine: A poem “

A warning to the one I love: A poem 

All these lifetimes in humility’s umbrage  This composure, even as evil got coverage  And this lifetime, where history repeats  Its deep cuts on my armoured skin and feet  I am supple and endless, resilient and fearless  My foundations are underpinned by strength peerless  I have counted each particle of the infinite universe  in this wait,Continue reading “A warning to the one I love: A poem “

Kamala Harris in Paris: A poem 

Can you imagine Kamala Harris in Paris?  She will the entire US embarrass  She has no brains; a puppet on chains  Much to astute folks’ disdain  A conclusion foregone that Don is gone  Wickedness always plays an immaculate con  It doesn’t matter which side you’re on  Evil always has a habit of sealing your dawn Continue reading “Kamala Harris in Paris: A poem “