Donald Trump, I invoke the Sun and all the known planets to bless you, and you have all the love and blessings of all my stars. I just feel saddened that I have to hurt you all the time, because the evil Wishmaster tries to get you!

Hey Xi Jin Ping-o, do you have a lingo?: A poem 

How does your secretiveness strike the world?  Is the pork between your legs little and curled?  Does it seem to have a brain, in vain or not in vain?  That you think you want everything like a mind gone insane  And would the Last Emperor come back to haunt you?  That China is no potential mighty dragon, even Mao Tse Tung could that rue?  I do think you needContinue reading “Hey Xi Jin Ping-o, do you have a lingo?: A poem “

Can one define progression and freedom?: A poem 

Do you know the semantics of progression  may just be a definition of decadence and degeneration?  Would you imagine we can move backward and forward  because time is only a motion on the floor  of static black and white tiles, laced with semaphore  It is only the gaze that doesn’t stop, if it could only retract!  For I would settleContinue reading “Can one define progression and freedom?: A poem “

Was the singularity single?: A poem 

You know the singularity was not single  It was rife in its multitudes  A space so iotic that was an expanse so spacious  condensed, like an eternity in a moment  You know how a seed encapsulates the entire tree  A picture frame with holograms that are multidimensional  There are no contradictions but the contradiction itself  understanding its unique peculiarities Continue reading “Was the singularity single?: A poem “

When should it be agreeable?: A poem 

How is there no water on the moon?  And so much on Earth, that there is less land  than water; and I am no submersible;  And I know this planet is quite alien to me  Should I stand and recount how many horizons  I’ve sustained here, just for you?  And should I believe I need to stretch my hand out Continue reading “When should it be agreeable?: A poem “

I can believe despite the losses: A poem 

Whence did this start and end and begin  like a fledgling, a cub, a story retold  as if the narrative just fills my ears,  my glands, my cells, my blood vessels  even if the billion stars were just the embodiment  of a divine grace that survived time and extinction!  I had a knowledge every time I was child   Would they be whispers of a timeless magnanimousContinue reading “I can believe despite the losses: A poem “

The fire I wanted came with all that water; so, I moved on: A poem 

I thought my aspiration was a distant country  so far flung; that it was almost a never-never land  That there were so many boundaries and walls between,  that I was bound to be incarcerated somewhere as  a trespasser. And should I spend my waning years   imprisoned and despairing that there are no destinations  to reach; to embrace the birdsContinue reading “The fire I wanted came with all that water; so, I moved on: A poem “

Me and You and a dog named Phunnu: A poem 

I could have woken in a Dionysian dream  laughing at the drunkenness of footloose  And invoked every lesser god in indulgences  that involved the orgy of souls transcribing  lyrics of metaphysics, and beyond that   wisdom of sacred mysteries. Even when   I was a child, I harboured a solitude of soul  that surpassed the latitudes of ordinary knowledge  You can see I did not possess theContinue reading “Me and You and a dog named Phunnu: A poem “

Does the clock have a fate?: A poem 

(Take that in-your-faces evil Anthony Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul)  Does the clock have a fate  beyond disrepair, like an eternity  swirling in its hands, understanding  that the web won’t go away!  I have folded and unfolded the wool  of my substance; and kept it clear  of the wool of dust. You can say age  has no wrinkles, thatContinue reading “Does the clock have a fate?: A poem “