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Mother, will it ever play `Believe’?: A poem
Mother, looks like nothing’s gonna change! Everything’s gonna remain just the same! I sit hopelessly atop a mountain seeing a rabid civilisation eat up my vegetation! Where stands creation in this thankless gobbledegook? I never got the praise reserved for a magnificent chef or cook! I was just salivated at by crooks! I hear the song playing: `Let it be!’ Did I ever hear you tell me that, Mother? I take example from how you servedContinue reading “Mother, will it ever play `Believe’?: A poem “
Just FUCK IT!: A poem
I am sitting on a ledge of a high-rise, dangling my soles before a drop of a crevice. And the alleged brigadiers are shouting at me – either to jump down into their nets; or climb up to safety! And I am not listening to anybody! They tell me it’s suicidal to be me! I say, I’m as good as a couchContinue reading “Just FUCK IT!: A poem “
I ask you all some pertinent questions!: A poem
Do you think I am feeling pensive, wistful or resigned at the machines in my garden, if I were to believe they were doing more than just pruning my hedgerows? I swear, I can feel sure to react when I get the telepathic feeling stating: Honey, they are shrinking your kids!!! So, would they hold it against me if I did not open my door to the plumber, Continue reading “I ask you all some pertinent questions!: A poem “
Mumbai, can I resurrect you from the sinking feeling?!: A poem
You know, when I think of a stricken city, I get the sin-king feeling of your existential horror. But the city may not yet, though a marvel of parallel underground, be sinking, like Jakarta. Though, it is a heavy metropolis on seven islands, and a landfill that’s rotting at every seam. I thought they built flyovers to nowhere, everywhere. I just can’t imagine a city ofContinue reading “Mumbai, can I resurrect you from the sinking feeling?!: A poem “
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All about this world’s existentialism!: A poem
I see the world like a forlorn tree at my window; and I think I shouldn’t wander toward it to pick its fruit. I live battered by a battery of aspirations and refusing to clothe myself in them. The world charge sheeted me before for my hesitation and alleged travesty, I didn’t defend my case with explanations. You keep blaming me over again! I am not anContinue reading “All about this world’s existentialism!: A poem “