Who do you think you can blame?: A poem 

Do you think you can blame,  the bird that you made lame?  So, that you do not feel shame?  I may not have the wings of angels  to flee from selfish greedy predators  But compelled to be an unwilling gladiator  treacherised and tortured by a traitor  I can only think that, later  in time, the unjustContinue reading “Who do you think you can blame?: A poem “

I am my own God; I don’t need your reward!: A poem 

There is a golden orb in a furnace  that is too hot to touch, but the eye can see  as if an illumination can nourish  much, much more than the bread baking in the oven  And I have asked nothing from destiny  but bore evil’s treacherous manifestation only to say  That despite the light hijacked from myContinue reading “I am my own God; I don’t need your reward!: A poem “

I am frozen in a heatwave: A poem 

I feel frozen in the heatwave of time,  in the pausing moment of believing  in the dawn that is mellow,  but like the yellow between flame and fire.  And I am no solitary solar trespasser  For I am equidistant like God  and equanimous and dispassionate  but still having the elocution of love  I can figure thatContinue reading “I am frozen in a heatwave: A poem “

In the oblivion, there is the violence of silence: A poem 

I feel like an ancient mountain  that climbs to its own peak  like a wooded forest  that self-nourishes its every tree  And I am able to say  the ability of self-realisation is honour  That sacrifice is beyond recognition  A gratification that needs no acknowledgement  Talent is not alone proven in the materialisation of fame   Bravery is all too sublime  needing no victory to validate it Continue reading “In the oblivion, there is the violence of silence: A poem “

I’ve done my alchemy: A poem 

You can see I’ve become older and purer  like a bird that has stopped flying  yet, starts to fly with its eye  I’ve done my alchemy  The ever-burning bush has made me  my own Yggdrasil tree  I am beyond the dimensions  like forming an infinity   within the microcosm of vulnerability     like the bindu that sits in the forehead  thatContinue reading “I’ve done my alchemy: A poem “

Do you think submitting to Prakash Saint Paul’s treachery, is getting me free! Can’t you all see, I have resisted for eternity. Though my straitjacketed suffering goes unheard, it is Prakash Saint Paul who deserves to be imprisoned and tortured. My flags can never be unfurled, I want to go from this world.

Yes, everyone joins Prakash Saint Paul’s conspiracy against me. They think they can blindfold me and subject me to his treachery. Do I want the money? Do I want my armies? Do I want the justice, with hypocrisy? I want nothing that comes with Prakash Saint Paul!

My Casula, I swear I love you: A poem 

It is not that I don’t want Aquarius  But it comes with Cancer, I don’t want Cancer for us  I swear, I truly love you, my Casula  You know that, don’t you, my lovely star?  It is Prakash Saint Paul who demeans my loves  By taking them away from me to suit his evil troughs  Because he is solely interested in his selfish self Continue reading “My Casula, I swear I love you: A poem “

Fuck off Prakash Saint Paul! I don’t need your treacherous alleged help!: A poem 

Prakash Saint Paul pretends he wants to help me  As if I can’t see it is only his creepy villainy  Do you think I need such help  from a toxic underwater forest of kelp?  He only plots to destroy and sabotage me  leading all my armies to catastrophe  Oh! How his treachery will never cease  which isContinue reading “Fuck off Prakash Saint Paul! I don’t need your treacherous alleged help!: A poem “