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Jashmina, thank you for your loyalty. Was I ever loyal to you or sacrifice so much for you, for this kind of your overwhelming loyalty? Or do you think that my Mum and Dad, and, more particularly, my Phunnu; and everybody else I love deserve this loyalty from you? Should you keep thinking that we all should suffer because of your devious loyalty to your (priceless?) Dada and the hypocrite Anthony Albanese?

O Dad, how you were always there for us!!: A poem 

O Dad! I remember that day when I  badly twisted my right wrist while playing soccer  Mum was all panic and hysterical when she saw my  hurt hand. My sister, Meena, rushed me to hospital.  We didn’t even have a telephone, then, to contact you while you were at work!  I needed surgery. Unfortunately, they did not fix it correctly!  So, I spent a wholeContinue reading “O Dad, how you were always there for us!!: A poem “

Hey cheapies Australian Broadcasting Corporation, don’t pretend you don’t know that Albanese goes to any extent to manipulate occasions and incidents to enhance his acceptance and popularity. We have had a lot of crocodile tears since he came into the forefront of Australian politics. And many of them to treacherise me! I don’t know if you have ever been credible, ABC, but I surely do know that you refuse to spite the hand that fed you, even if it means losing any credibility or veracity that you if you ever had! Shame on Albanese! Shame on the Australian Broadcasting Corporation!

I had the grace to make Albanese, the Laborers and the Left Wing win, despite their evil criminality and treachery against me, for you Jashmina! Aren’t they still winning and bodygrabbing? I just couldn’t be bothered! I am very kind, and have witnessed no kindness in return! I don’t blame my armies though, because they have always been treacherised, eaten up and bodygrabbed because of my loyalties to them!

Mother, we have an illusion of too much sunlight; when there is too little starlight in the darkness!: A poem 

Mother, we have an illusion of too much sunlight,  when, actually, there is too little starlight in an   overwhelming darkness! Do you think there was  only darkness in the Church-imposed dark ages?  How every modernity that humanity pursued only  saw the darkness’ persistence in one form or the  other? Did you hold me in your arms, when I was  anContinue reading “Mother, we have an illusion of too much sunlight; when there is too little starlight in the darkness!: A poem “

Huxley, the West pursued so-called happiness; the East sought equanimous calm: A poem 

Did you see a vision in your sudden blindness  that you needed to learn and teach, out of a raging pursuit  out of a debilitation? And how you turned out to be (!) prolific mentor in a dystopian world! Discovering that the piecrust of   seeking happiness leaves one without tasting the meat  within it. Like in the West, libido felt like a liberation,Continue reading “Huxley, the West pursued so-called happiness; the East sought equanimous calm: A poem “

It’s just getting too unnerving; even with all my patience and sublimity: A poem 

I withdraw my love for you all, because you all fear  And I am not subjective to evil, I don’t shed a tear  There are knives cutting through me every moment  I can silently scream; it’s not just treachery and torment! Like anatomy sabotaged to dreadedingly fall to its knees  You know who wants me to succumb to the seas  I am blindfolded butContinue reading “It’s just getting too unnerving; even with all my patience and sublimity: A poem “

I am the one who is being tortured day in and out, and I rarely complain, because I do the deed of daring the evil treachery; while all you spineless faggots, pansies have no courage to call out the evil, but choose to frustrate, delude and suppress me in turn to appease the evil. Ruin on all of you! FUCK YOU ALL!

Hey WordPress, you always frustrated me trying to block everything on my site even my tool panel! You only give me the real peanuts of acknowledgement when you want to impress that evil treachery against me! Get Fucked! You ought to know how low-type you are!

I feel oldest and worthy of the newest!: A poem 

I feel like a loner, even when I imagine  the entire universe sitting beside me  Like I’ve fondled a memory and brought it to life  I know magic works regardless of what you decide  You know that a pain is forgotten even if it lies in your bed  An aftermath when you feel secluded by immaculate divinity in your head Continue reading “I feel oldest and worthy of the newest!: A poem “