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After all these decades, I look into a looking glass…: A poem 

I peep into the looking glass  And a world peeks back at me through it…  A world slipping away  And I say that is just as if it was every single day  How it is getting more painful, all the way  And does my reflection listen, if it may  I think of you in the sunlight  And I see so many shadows fight  So many emotionsContinue reading “After all these decades, I look into a looking glass…: A poem “

Don’t just blindly judge; the overlying proof may not be the evidence!: A poem 

There could have been askance, there could have  been speculation, there could have been circumspection…  But the personal functionality of a hero is in good faith  Like despite falling into an enclosure, I still thought  I had the key; there was hope in the captivity…  Like to be free is only a perception. For, if you have  a soul thatContinue reading “Don’t just blindly judge; the overlying proof may not be the evidence!: A poem “

O Mother, I wish not for a path foreclosed by enemies: A poem 

O Mother, how do I take this path so foreclosed  If I am left to conjecture this doorway that does  not shut or open, but creaks of thieves, like an ajar crevice,  and I certainly do not wish to squeeze through it?  Would Enoch give away his mission of redeeming his elite  because, else, there would be too much pain andContinue reading “O Mother, I wish not for a path foreclosed by enemies: A poem “

The stars; should they speak to verify mythology?! 

Some suggest water has its own memory  And what about being a being of life? Like Apsu,   perhaps an alligator, or a river monster?  And the leviathanic sea creature Tiamat!  Were they a pair prone to battle; or were they   like spiders, feeding on each other after the mating?   O Tiamat, she was chaos! Early Egyptians drew the   distinction between alligator and the behemothic hippo,  whenContinue reading “The stars; should they speak to verify mythology?! “

This is the time, I put my foot down with no aspirations!: A poem 

Dad, I thought you would come  like a golden orb, your face incandescent,  Your eyes like brilliant comets  Your skin glittering like yellow sapphire dew  And your sky-like arms stretched out for me  Reminds me of Noah when he was born  He was so unearthly, that his father Lamech doubted  that Noah was his own progeny.  I don’t believeContinue reading “This is the time, I put my foot down with no aspirations!: A poem “

Please could you tell me?: A poem 

Come celebrate with me  Come like a large spaceship  flinging flowers at the world  as also crystalline ambrosia   like snowflakes, to inspire me!  Do you believe I threw in the towel?  And should I believe I am free?   Now I don’t know what to be!  Please could you tell me?  Is there a probability to flee?  I feel I ought to climb the stairway Continue reading “Please could you tell me?: A poem “

You know sacrifice doesn’t entail forgiving of the very wicked!: A poem 

I thought I heard the songs of revelation (not despicable Saint John’s)  Their beauty is a wisdom that few people begin to be aware of  Yet, I thought I knew of them, before they’re speaking  The burning bush speaks, but first makes symbolic presentations  For the memory of the recipient should undertake to decipher the silent wisdom!  DoContinue reading “You know sacrifice doesn’t entail forgiving of the very wicked!: A poem “

Ask the birds flying in the air…: A poem 

You know those little birds,   peeking from the woodwork of the skies  Those versicoloured enigmatic Young Turks  Those Robin Hoods seeking justice  with their alleged profusion of injustices  How they began a cancel culture  to teach the vultures of culture what destiny is desirous of!?!  Mercury said: “We are the Champions, my friend!”  We’ll keep on fighting till the end!”  Is that true in untimely deaths! Continue reading “Ask the birds flying in the air…: A poem “

Mother, your sense of duty is part of my inheritance!: A poem 

Mother, if you had a choice, what name   would you give me at birth? What would it be?  While you told me how I got my name: Monte –  from Mary of the Mount; you never told me  who decided on it – you or Dad or the priest  that christened me. I was born on the 8th of  September;Continue reading “Mother, your sense of duty is part of my inheritance!: A poem “