As I am atop Mount Sinai!: A poem  

I stand atop Mount Sinai and perceive all,  feeling the strength and duty of the tablet-stone in my arms  And I see the burning bush die out in embers –  blessing the entire country with a saffron glow of revelation!  And I direct forth my hands over the distant Promised Land!  Were I not to greetContinue reading “As I am atop Mount Sinai!: A poem  “

That home with my ancestral tree!: A poem 

In the dark corridors of memory,  I see a phosphorescence, a luminescence…  as if all my ores of the past come shining back at me  If a radiance clothes a memory as if its darkness  was a beauty, itself, to explore with an old lamplight!  I am charged like a particle that emits its own ions  of fragrantContinue reading “That home with my ancestral tree!: A poem “

I’ll fuck Anthony Albanese and the Labor Party so bad in eternity, that they will have no recourse to anything. They think they can use Prakash Saint Paul’s treachery against me to their advantage. I’ll fuck them with no show of mercy, I swear!

Everyone will pay a heavy price for the crimes they commit against me! If I say I want to go from this world, it is not because I am afraid! It is because, at times, I feel weighed down by the injustices done to me! Don’t take me for granted just because Jashmina insists I exercise patience and restraint. I certainly know how to give my full-bodied response to you all! Nobody has the right to impose their wills on me! GET LOST!

You all have no courage to punish the culprit(s), you all put me on the receiving end of other people’s criminalities, you spineless creeps; forgetting that I suffered for you all! I’ll fuck you all, you garbage rot!

Take out all that Anthony Robbert Albanese’s LIKES off my blogsite WordPress or I’ll fuck you all for eternity!!! Is that the only likes I get, you shitholes. If you traumatise me, I will traumatise you for eternity, you shitholes!

My beautiful love, Phunnu!: A poem 

What is life’s buffer  when, for other people’s crimes, you must suffer?!  I feel like a duffer  being victimised by a handcuffer!  Then, little by little,  in life’s thorny thistle,  before you Phew(!) and whistle  You feel that beautiful joy nestle  And you think it’s a dream  Just a fantasial peaches and cream  Yet, there is a real window realm  That makes the seamless actually seem  A little birdie dogContinue reading “My beautiful love, Phunnu!: A poem “

I said I felt disarmed…:A poem 

I woke up before midnight calm  And felt the Sun on my arm  Why aren’t you asleep my good luck charm(?),  he asked. I said I felt disarmed!  You can take antagonism in a haste  And lay it to waste  if you have gotten a taste  to be impregnably chaste  I said I saw the moon’s face  And I felt it lacked grace  ButContinue reading “I said I felt disarmed…:A poem “