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Hey you master of chicanery, Prakash Saint Paul! I’ll grind your eyeballs with my heels! I’ll smash your insatiable mouth with a sledgehammer! And I’ll deflate you by kicking you in your guts with the point of my boots! Such that, your own treachery will be your inevitable tragedy!

I hear the music, you can hear it too, if you wish to!: A poem 

You know, the aeons of slavery to treachery,  the eternity of treachery’s humiliation of me  has not taken the music out of me! I hear it   whispering in the clouds, in the fields, in the  flowers all around me, like sonorous rainbows  that arise from the core of the Universe to heal me,  feel me and deal me the courage I need. InContinue reading “I hear the music, you can hear it too, if you wish to!: A poem “

O my Captain King, my love for you is eternally sworn!: A poem 

My Captain King, you know I love you very much  like a wind that wraps around this impervious castle  to feel the presence of that indomitable castle –  That it stands as if it were its own well-defended fortress!  The plausibility of sentiment is met with such contradiction  by annihilists of my Platonic love, that seek to defraud me  so that even you are confounded by the treacheryContinue reading “O my Captain King, my love for you is eternally sworn!: A poem “

I have everything I seek …in this waiting!: A poem 

I am waiting…like in a dream  as if waiting is all the dream has to offer  like waiting is the subject of waiting itself  like there is meaning and purpose in its sustaining  And the woodwork becomes the substance of such purpose  that like a light sworn to secrecy, despite my anguished whispers,   becomes a meetingContinue reading “I have everything I seek …in this waiting!: A poem “

You and me. You and me. And you and me (forever): A poem 

You know these citadels are all in vain  They only have a brief life to tell  Like empires marked by time  whose emperors fall, but not after  they’ve only told the world the story  which was convenient for them to tell!  There is no glory in boastful pride,  but there is a sublime glory in humble pride!  Those lines told inContinue reading “You and me. You and me. And you and me (forever): A poem “

Yes, I’d like to live in my own home…but…: A poem 

You see I prefer to live in a home  that’s all read about me, like my self-dedicated tome  Not borrowed or rented  But what love and happiness invented  A home where each rafter  is spilling with benevolent laughter  And within be that cardboard shafter  that says `happily ever after!’  Where there is kettle tea  and the knowledge of being free  AtContinue reading “Yes, I’d like to live in my own home…but…: A poem “

Me, Virgo, Monte Cyril Rodrigues!: A poem 

I was born on the 8th of September 1964;  under the sign of Virgo, but I was actually  premature, at six-and-a-half months, so if  I had wombed for the entire gestation; I’d  have been born a Scorpio-Sagittarius cuspian!  I am neither averse to any of the three signs,  I just wonder if Mercury still rules me, then!  Because at the timeContinue reading “Me, Virgo, Monte Cyril Rodrigues!: A poem “

My Dad, my True Love, and me: A poem 

What did I inherit from my Dad?  Some people say I remind them of him!  But as I look at myself in the mirror  I see no similarity, maybe I just can’t tell!  He was always a story of past remembrances  of the story of Dad and son, repeated every time  in the hallways of history, recountable raconteuring in silence  There are no mythsContinue reading “My Dad, my True Love, and me: A poem “