Should restraint be my only violence?: A poem 

You know I have been gifted with so much patience,  that I keep making restraint my only violence  Even as my prudence defeats my justice,  and I much loathe to be evil’s unwilling but compelled accomplice  Does a tight-rope walker ever lose his balance?  Does the encompassing treachery disturb his nonchalance?  I have my dissertationsContinue reading “Should restraint be my only violence?: A poem “

My Ramayana was never for the faint-hearted, but I bite back tears: A poem 

Even though there is so much treachery against me,  I did not apple-polish Parvati  to convince Lord Shiva  to destroy the world  For, I am Lord Vishnu coming aground  in a new avatar, to preserve all I can  Even if Ravan has so many inevitable clutches   like his innumerable heads  You know my Sita was devi asContinue reading “My Ramayana was never for the faint-hearted, but I bite back tears: A poem “

Resign, Albanese!: A poem 

Albanese, resign!  Otherwise, I’ll consign  you, for eternity, to the deep sea!  And you will only have gills, no balls to pee!  If you have no shame, guilt or conscience,  believe me, you can’t fathom what I am when I’m incensed!  You didn’t bat an eyelid with your treachery against me; I was patience  But that doesn’t mean I should give you much more licence!  I have no doubt  that forContinue reading “Resign, Albanese!: A poem “

An open letter to Prakash Saint Paul: A poem 

Did you think I did not know my sisters, by you, were made traitors?  Did you think I cherished my trust to be defrauded by alligators?  You’d think I’d sink with the downing of my freighters?  And I’d resign with disillusion with the omnipresence of your abettors?  Did you think I did not know that my Jashmina was made to work against me?  Because she had no option but to don Delilah’sContinue reading “An open letter to Prakash Saint Paul: A poem “

Are there fish in the ocean, or is the moon your notion?: A poem  

(I’ll fuck you all hypocrites for eternity for your misbegotten, misdirected devotion)  I never have been a fisherman,  I never, on fish, did feast  But I do know that the blame was turned around  And hell was made the beast!  And you can see the bite of fish  was made two millennia’s niche!  How could you think the world got rich  when poor truth gotContinue reading “Are there fish in the ocean, or is the moon your notion?: A poem  “

Some evil came knocking at my wee small door…!: A poem 

(Hahahaha!)  Some creep came knocking at my wee small door…  And did I even want to open, when the universe, within me, roars?  No such completeness can be defeated by a mite’s disillusion  Treachery is like evidence that proves its own chaos and confusion  The fragrance of a flower does not end with its mortal dissipation  For it, by honest connoisseurs,Continue reading “Some evil came knocking at my wee small door…!: A poem “

Do I feel like Alexander?: A poem 

Do I even imagine, that my last stop   would be the sky I wished to become?  It is hues more than blue; I can conjecture,  even if I may not have a clue! Yet, my wonderment   at every new, is as honest as a child’s   at the gift of a chocolate. Why do we break  streets to renew them? I only think ofContinue reading “Do I feel like Alexander?: A poem “

I know what I desire, don’t play with my fire!: A poem 

Let my roof become your visible sky!  I fiddle its song with my astute eye  I am no loser to humbly vacate my lands  The invasive rot, I sweep off with my hands!  You can see the entire universe has my breath in its pores  There comes a point, when I refuse to do the chores!  It’s time thatContinue reading “I know what I desire, don’t play with my fire!: A poem “

I only want kings, or one-party rule. No democracy, no deep sea, no Left wing, no Moon, no Allah, no Prakash Saint Paul pretending he is the sun or anything else when he is the deep sea. I want what I want. And I will destroy anybody who treacherously tries to take it away from me. In a few pithy words: Just fuck off Prakash Saint Paul!

What do I have to say (emphasise)?: A poem 

In my equanimous but livid parlance,  I order Richard Marles to get fucked to France!  The EU and UN are Cancers, not my dance  They didn’t give Taurus and Sagittarius any chance!  And I know my foot fits Right my boot  because, if I want to, I can give my enemies a broken tooth  Evil thinks itsContinue reading “What do I have to say (emphasise)?: A poem “