God is not above perjury and war: A poem 

You must know  that my innocence is my defence  Yet, I am not unable to fend for myself  My blindness has an agility  that, somehow, manifests in imperfect, perfect timing  I am a joker, and most times, a deliberate fool  I know how to foil my own victory  It is not compassion, but a will to foster protection  My griefContinue reading “God is not above perjury and war: A poem “

There is intrepidity in integrity: A poem 

I accommodate my loneliness and  restlessness in my acceptance of it  I shout my opinions from the rooftops  without publicising my identity  Fame is not my ticket to fortune  And I can say there is bravery   in purposeful self-flagellation  There is an obscenity in the triviality  of overly transmitting your predicament  in complaint. As if an oyster would risk  losingContinue reading “There is intrepidity in integrity: A poem “

In the electorate of His rejection: A poem 

I can see the universe feels  like a lone wolf pup in a snowy   expanse; growing into a puberty  of realisations, as it warms itself  against the cold flame of solitude  in a multitude. There is so much  exclamation within; lights falling   into oblivion and oblivion exploding  into lights. But where does the grief  begin? There can only be a realisation   that the bête noireContinue reading “In the electorate of His rejection: A poem “

Mother, you could become my tomorrow: A poem 

Mother, you could become my tomorrow  Though, it was only yesterday  that you passed away  And the unrelenting tollway since,  was marked by unshed tears  Even as days seem like years  and years seem to pass like days  I can depend on a few lessons from you  like the one that goes: There is little redressal obtained  from undressingContinue reading “Mother, you could become my tomorrow: A poem “

Did they suggest a shrink when I was incarcerated?: A poem 

Did your buttonhole come loose  when you tried to decipher my  glands of thought; a mind of an  island so lost to distance, that  even the supercomputer of the   universe cannot figure out what!  I am a candidate, whose treasure  of candidness, resists being supplied   to publicity. This intimacy cannot  be split publicly. But I will tell you,  I am noContinue reading “Did they suggest a shrink when I was incarcerated?: A poem “

Can we make peace with the faeces of evil?: A poem 

You can see dignity is when you hold your own  against the visages and facades of selfishness,  ruthlessness and corruption. You can wallow   in muddy waters, never realising that purity is deformed  by the illusion of compatibility. Because you can’t see  your reflection in muddy waters. Compassion is not   a doormat that can be stomped upon, yet obtained  by captors.  And forgiveness of treachery doesn’t acquire   theContinue reading “Can we make peace with the faeces of evil?: A poem “

Hahaha Albanese! Wherefrom is your disease…Ooops…lease?: A poem 

(You know all evil gets clandestine help from Saint Paul’s evil; It is never honest and open! Its ruthlessness will never defeat me!)  Hey, you mite of a fish Albanese,  wherefrom do you get your lease?  Is it from the universe’s scum and disease?  Will you also sneeze, when you freeze  in an eternity asContinue reading “Hahaha Albanese! Wherefrom is your disease…Ooops…lease?: A poem “

Remembering Jacob; and exculpating him: A poem 

I turned the corner   and understood belief   when your own self   you must retrieve  Is a storm a demon   when it clears, it leaves  you with your strength’s   legible and recognising sheaf?  The soft interior and the hard cover  is the flesh of an inimical lover  That even if God wasContinue reading “Remembering Jacob; and exculpating him: A poem “

Horus is back when Seth seems ahead!: A poem 

You can see your sliver of a moon  is not my Pharaonic travel boat  I can journey the length and breadth of the skies  like a vaulting, trapezing fort  I have so much depth, that the oceans wept  that they were indeed too shallow  And I saw how Anubis the death’s door stalker leapt  because Seth’sContinue reading “Horus is back when Seth seems ahead!: A poem “

O Aphrodite! What is Adonis’ destiny?: A poem 

Am I ever companion to stalemate?  Is there ever any better fate?  Is Adonis cursed by his own purity?  Does evil want to snatch him for his beauty?  How much can fated love endure?  as the indignity of depths is a prison, not allure?  Do conflicting seasons always mark Adonis’ destiny?  Are death and resurrection, just like it always happens?  Can Aphrodite’s love create aContinue reading “O Aphrodite! What is Adonis’ destiny?: A poem “