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Hermann Hesse, there is no oneness of opposites, according to me!: A poem 

I just wouldn’t subscribe to the rigmarole of love and peace  stalking my universality when there is yet an unfinished business  of walking across the pits of burning embers! Should I have to go alone  against all your insistence and persistence! My perseverance can’t  be diminished by congeniality. I am the dust of creation, not its dirt. My semen   begat the procreation, not the scum that conspired against it.  So how do you invoke myContinue reading “Hermann Hesse, there is no oneness of opposites, according to me!: A poem “

Dirty conniving creeps Prakash Saint Paul, Anthony Albanese and the entire Labor Party! Go stick your heads in the guillotines, even though you’re not French royalty, but the dirtiest scumbags! The whole of Australia ought to revolt in Anarchy against you, two-faced, forked-tongued morphing beasts, that commit their treachery by holding guns against somebody else’s shoulder. FUCK THE ENTIRE LOT OF YOU!

Fyodr Dostoevsky, I acknowledge your beauty; do you see mine; and that of my armies?: A poem 

You saw suffering and pain, and called it inevitable  I know the intelligence of truth has always suffered  just like you did and felt your strength; and I did  in the throes of eternal treachery. The depth of your   soul, I acknowledge. But I look wandering aimfully,  sometimes, if I can get any too. I am alsoContinue reading “Fyodr Dostoevsky, I acknowledge your beauty; do you see mine; and that of my armies?: A poem “

Zeno your Stoic middle-line is convenient to philosophy; but not to any of my ideology: A poem 

Zeno, you tried to smudge the dichotomy of dispute.  Aristotelians wanted self-sufficiency materialistically  A happiness from being able to live in consistent comfort  But Cynics were adamant that all that was material was bad  They expounded the virtue in ascetism and austerity  Even a Stoic was befuddled between the two, about clarity  in managing of life, emotion and all thingsContinue reading “Zeno your Stoic middle-line is convenient to philosophy; but not to any of my ideology: A poem “

My happiness is like a delaytory clock that can’t be wound!: A poem 

I wouldn’t give the Aristotelians the benefit  of credit, in believing that happiness is a matter  of your own endeavour! I just don’t think that  happiness can be lauded in a dystopia. I just think  that I had an amazing sense of humour through all my tribulations!  Was Philip’s Macedonia, the root of Alexander’s megalomania?  As if Aristotle would have schooled him in matters of conquest?  And I am sure that Aristotle was significantly complacent  compared to allContinue reading “My happiness is like a delaytory clock that can’t be wound!: A poem “

Is your love episodic, Jashmina?: A poem 

Is your love episodic, between  falling short and non-existent?  Do you respect my sacrifice for you?  Or do you consider it only as your leverage  without glancing back in acknowledgement?  Did you care to call me up  in any time of the tribulation I’ve been through?  Does it matter to you, that sometimes,  even God of strong diamond steel needs reasssurance?  Or areContinue reading “Is your love episodic, Jashmina?: A poem “

I, God, want to let you all know…: A poem 

I, God, want to let you all know that  I am not responsible for you all feeling  invalidated by the present. You can see   that me, God, incarnated as a sublime   soul, to be punished with a bondage to   blindfoldment, not to predicate his own   precognition. I just think this humility   and all its consequential humiliation Continue reading “I, God, want to let you all know…: A poem “

Dear Sylvia Plath, do you think wishing for everything or nothing; either can take away the loneliness?: A poem 

Dear Sylvia Plath, I see you walking in an autumnal sunrise  wishing; and then, that you hadn’t bothered wishing, after all,  Because you could tell that everything you wished for  was an evaporation, nothingness. Since you already knew  there was a completeness in expecting nothing from anyone.   I could say, you become God in your belonging to yourself.  I heard you plead to theContinue reading “Dear Sylvia Plath, do you think wishing for everything or nothing; either can take away the loneliness?: A poem “

The perverts and pirates of perchance!: A poem 

I saw the illegitimate opportunism of oceans  knowing that fish stink worse than skunk!  You can tell that Labor is no liberator!  I think of hell; but no empathy for where fish dwell!  You see, I believe that Don’s dawn makes my day  But not when he is surreptitiously taken away  My altars are not succursal to make-believe RoeMan Popeishness  Your fraud is a fish dressed in every colour of foppishness! Continue reading “The perverts and pirates of perchance!: A poem “