The blue lights in my bedroom!: A poem 

One day, I woke up to blue lights in my bedroom  And I went to the window of a moonless sky,  watched a spaceship rush like a bird, so quick!  Never did I see any earthly jetplane with such speed!   And I waved to it, so it flashed back its blinking lights at me  My eyes wandered into the Scorpion/ Arian space Continue reading “The blue lights in my bedroom!: A poem “

The ichthyosaurs who fashioned this age!: A poem 

The ichthyosaurs that pretend to be the fashionistas  that fashion this age, by perpetuating the misbegotten   icons, to keep flourishing their palatial caverns of deceit  and leave the rest hopping on one leg in poverty. They  even want to hijack the truth, when truth speaks for itself.   You can see there was an invisible anarchy against justice  for overContinue reading “The ichthyosaurs who fashioned this age!: A poem “

You all should know why the Iranian ambassador to Australia went smiling away from Australia and blessing the government; because of that hipswaying Ichthyosaur Anthony Albanese implicitly supporting Iran and Palestine, while proclaiming to all he sympathises with Israel!

Hey Prakash Saint Paul, tere baap ke paas lowda nahin tha; maa ke paas choot nahin tha; tu kaisa paida ho gaya kya patta? You were birthed from the most evil foulest mouth! Just like Anthony Albanese and the entire Labor Party! You all should be imprisoned for life, or better, be compelled to COMMIT SUICIDE!

Mother, did I love you, and feel constrained to love you?: A poem 

I know the womb that feels like a singular haven,  Not in the belly of the deep sea, but in the shade of the sun  I just wonder, if you can see my explanation in the meaning  few words lightly placed like ambrosia on your leaves of dignity  I am not troubled by the indignation of loveContinue reading “Mother, did I love you, and feel constrained to love you?: A poem “

Did experience teach me? Was I substantiated by such reality?: A poem 

Did I feel sore from wounds, or learnt  to align myself with a deeper understanding  That I felt the pain, but didn’t feel the ugly protest  I am beginning to see the perspective of a prosaic   sublimity that goes beyond mere stoicism,  A tall mountain occluded in the horizon of vision   by a near standing smaller hill.   You can see the point ofContinue reading “Did experience teach me? Was I substantiated by such reality?: A poem “

Do you see me as I am?: A poem 

I didn’t fancy the gems on my fingers  But I picked up the ramparts of my fortress  that were fallen all around like shattered stone  And even then, I didn’t feel alone  Because I didn’t make metaphors of my pain  when it all had to be rebuilt again  For pain and torture didn’t liquidate my soul  Not even the liquid of tears did I dole  I am just carved toContinue reading “Do you see me as I am?: A poem “

Do you think I should forget my mother?: A poem 

Do you think I should forget my mother  like an abstraction with no reality?  Like an earth that covers itself through the ages  with fresh layers, burying its older flesh?  Or an ablation whose gas is a vapour,  meant to escape unceremoniously? Do I feel the contagion   of destiny, so indifferent, that my soul reverses love  into a bind ofContinue reading “Do you think I should forget my mother?: A poem “

Hey Prakash Saint Paul, how hard you are trying to isolate me; because I keep swearing I will never forgive you or that clandestine creep of a consort of yours Anthony Albanese. Shame on You both! Absolutely no shame, no guilt, no conscience! Hahahahaha! You two will never be able to demoralise me, no matter the evil treachery you both conjure against me!

When I stopped on the street and your music played, my love!: A poem 

I stopped with a jerk on the street!  My heart was sinking, but my soul upright!  What realisation made me feel such grief;  you know, I can tell; and I always have the means!  A lion suddenly materialised and began  playing the violin for me. And I envisioned a   tiny tenderness and an expanse of love  as if the grief of forsakingContinue reading “When I stopped on the street and your music played, my love!: A poem “