That creepy bodygrabbing shark Anthony Albanese bodygrabbed the Sun for so long, thinking he had Saint Paul’s protection. He thought I was oblivious of it. I was just doing my duty! Brother Jesus, smash that Albanese’s evil head to smithereens! COMMIT SUICIDE, Albanese!

The ignominy the evil Church did to my brother Jesus. They cannibalised him for 2,000 years! They had their loyalties to Saint Paul and made my brother Jesus the scapegoat to get their fame and fortune and global power! The evil Church has no legitimacy! It should self-destruct!

I have been very kind to you Angus Taylor! You consorted with Anthony Albanese, my enemy No. 2, to punish me! It is Prakash Saint Paul’s treachery that is causing the Coalition to suffer, not mine! I have every right to protect my soul from the evil that wishes to encumber me!!! You should know that!

Hey, Donald Trump, don’t act like you need to tell me what I should be doing now. Or that you need me! When I showed you my loyalties, you demeaned me and humiliated me! WordPress has always harrassed me, from day one from when I began usng their platform!

To my sisters, I was told before I was born that ‘history will not repeat itself this time round’ but I find it repeating itself! c 1300 AD – me (Jacques du Molay), Prakash (Philip the Fair of France), Anthony Albanese (Pope Clement the V) Zero BC/ AD me (James the Just), Prakash (Saint Paul), Anthony Albanese (Ananus ben Ananus)! You all fear too much and you all take part in condemning me to a terrible fate (like this time round making me vulnerable to the system!). I do not fear my fate!

A dearest affirmation to you, darling Mother!: A poem 

(Backward in time or forward in time, I see you Mother!)  O Mother, I feel like I am writing to you from a warfront  You know, I have always been the perennial warrior  And, you know, I can still find time to pick some flowers  and gift-wrap them and send them out to you; and not justContinue reading “A dearest affirmation to you, darling Mother!: A poem “

Gracias a la vida!: A poem 

Can I recall Plath, Sexton, Hemmingway…  when their beautiful words could not take away  their feeling of utter misplacement in existence, anachronism, grief?  Are we to believe that eventuality should be susceptible to sorrow and disillusionment?  Or do we believe that only winter (destined cause) should take down the leaf, even of Les Miserables?  Not just Plath, Sexton, Hemmingway…  So many creative but unrenowned poets have fallen byContinue reading “Gracias a la vida!: A poem “

Inspite of the thorns, I sense the rosebush of paradise!: A poem 

You can tell that life is  not much of a bliss, not much a rose’s kiss  When the paths taken only taper and smoulder  On a crestfallen shoulder, grief gets colder, bolder; as one grows older!  You can tell that joy and happiness  are so few like summer’s dew, like a graveyard yew; they hardly fit  Cinderella’s feet like neatContinue reading “Inspite of the thorns, I sense the rosebush of paradise!: A poem “

No umbrage in the depths (in childhood)!: A poem 

I thought I saw lips part, and through  the aperture in the earth, I flung   the vessel, turning it over like a little  disdainful thought. It has no umbrage for me!  I walked here through reassuring hot sands in the sun  And I asked not for depth, its webby palms  outstretched to hold me close, to enrapture  me for a lifetime. ShouldContinue reading “No umbrage in the depths (in childhood)!: A poem “