There is no caption I want to highlight more boldly and in capital letters on my soul’s door! There is a loot that is gone unaccountable, I just don’t think I need your hands any more on my table! These are words I have dropped from the sky of my existence Even the heavy stars don’t fall that hard! I just don’t need the toxins of your smelly-mouthed breath Continue reading “I’m telling you all, please leave!: A poem “
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Anthony Albanese, I don’t feel saddened that you got my creativity thieved and pirated; though I hope you feel ashamed that you had no conscience or authencity to do that heinous crime! I just don’t think you are anything else but the fishy fish you are!
O Sita! What do I implore (hark and heed)?: A poem
O Sita! Are you always prone to delude and disillusion Ram? And was your loyalty to Ram only in the period of his exile? Did Ram not take such unbearable pains, to cross the waters to free you from your tormentor? That you should choose one evil for another to hazard Ram? Did you not make LuvContinue reading “O Sita! What do I implore (hark and heed)?: A poem “
Would the question resolve the problem?: A poem
Does it befit a world to be in an Auschwitz of souls? Would you want to settle in a dystopia, where belief is founded on the bedlam of truth? You can be the water of your soul or its lunacy? But I am never going to vouch for it! It is not even my bedlamp, lit up in my sleep! I know whoContinue reading “Would the question resolve the problem?: A poem “
Rachel, did you not slap me in the face every now and then?: A poem
Rachel, did you not slap my face, when I let you know that I wanted to use my gun against Spiderman? I couldn’t even ask Batman for help, because Spiderman would morph into Batman? So, I just waited, even if not with bated breath, demeaning myself for you, in between the two of them, being the SuperGod, draping my convictions withContinue reading “Rachel, did you not slap me in the face every now and then?: A poem “
Would we be limitless, by ignoring our limits?: A poem
Is the manifoldness of your knowledge making a masterpiece or a stump of your comprehension? Is the artificiality making a tangent of your cognition? Or is it running like a parallel line, and will soon merge with your consciousness making you an alien to yourself? Would that be a submission or a submersion? Would we know the infiniteContinue reading “Would we be limitless, by ignoring our limits?: A poem “
The worthless evil of treachery; God’s dust is not dirt!: A poem
(You know that God is not responsible for the downfall of everything he stands for! He is not to blame, because he risks his own identity from being stolen!) I agree with Sylvia Plath that a poem is dust But would we be so sure that even dust must consolidate, to make us form, all of us? Sometimes,Continue reading “The worthless evil of treachery; God’s dust is not dirt!: A poem”
I have set my ground between Mars and Venus!: A poem
I suddenly felt I was an ever-enlarged tower reaching into the heart of the sky As if I had become Sandalphon The trunk of the tallest entity ever I think of the days I became strange to Sol Invictus And even felt lost with Ares How every friend I had counted on felt like an enemy?! Did the loneliness last an eternity? But now, I think even Sandalphon doesn’t hold aContinue reading “I have set my ground between Mars and Venus!: A poem “
Hey Prakash Saint Paul, you think you are so indispensable, that you can make your evil cruel, treacherous demands on everybody. You don’t even care if Jashmina is consigned to her doom because of it! Shame! Shame! Shame!
I am not King Ahah, O Jezebel of Jerusalem!: A poem
I don’t think I was King Ahah to slip between the thighs into an underworld, so demonic, that it tore my substance and broke my spine. There is such power in allure that it emblazons lust and breaks into an inferno, where you don’t burn but submerge into brine. O Jezebel, can you even bely King Solomon with your guile and spook his wisdom? Continue reading “I am not King Ahah, O Jezebel of Jerusalem!: A poem “
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