Would I feel the insolent, impudent charade of shadows take the azure of the sky out of my eye! And fill my face with the sodomy of grave blackening I have, like Atlas, carried the world, even shouldered the tears of the stars in a looming infinite unending night of grief Shoveling up the graves of theContinue reading “If I must build towers from resurrected graves…:A poem “
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The gressorial is more than the Camino way?: A poem
I dreamed of taking more than the Camino way… More than James’ way…Up from Santiago de Compostela, where the Cathedral of Saint James is located, to Rosslyn, with its motifs in stony grimoires of green men. And I thought: Was it about James the Great, or the real legend James the Lesser – James the Just to be exact,Continue reading “The gressorial is more than the Camino way?: A poem “
A matter of migration and Mum: A poem
I walked the streets of my neighbourhood, in Mumbai, along with friends; and we often went picnicking on the beachfront, sharing cigarettes, and birthday parties! We were a thick group, but didn’t realise how casually we fell apart! I had no sustained pattern of loyalties, allegiances (but for one particular friend); Even patriotism was a dim word only refreshed at the 15th of AugustContinue reading “A matter of migration and Mum: A poem “
Angus Taylor don’t ever go surfing, the shark alborithm will bite off your tail. He is trying to be Mr 47%. Did he swallow Peter Dutton or Tony Abbott! Hahahahhahaha!
This, my oath and missive: A poem
(Trump, strange negative things have been happening to my body with those two injections, it is a long list I cannot enumerate! Thank you. Must I bear the consequences for other people’s sins! And must I not take my own recourse to revenge(!) and continue to persevere to be patient at my own cost!) These bridges I will never burn, these beaten paths trodden The famished soul soContinue reading “This, my oath and missive: A poem “
Mum, where do I begin…?: A poem
Mum, where do I begin? Where does a story begin? Its fated tale ingrained in the stones of the sky… Where do I pick up the threads, then…? …in the past of this lifetime? …or in a further past? For convenience, I’ll stick to the lines of this lifetime! You lost your father at six to the seas of the Atlantic! Continue reading “Mum, where do I begin…?: A poem “
I think of my options, after much patience and restraint!: A poem
The evil thief and treacheriser took all that was mine. In his hand, his rapining blade was his lease, his lifeline! God lived in spaces, heretofore, sublime! His cup was grail, and, in it, the swirling juices were divine! And such was misfortune, couldn’t call a free tune. Not even honey was sweet taste, when all was taken too soon! Job would rather be a hob(o)Continue reading “I think of my options, after much patience and restraint!: A poem “
Mother, all the ink is a mere blink in description of you!: A poem
These little lines in honour of you are a mere blink of ink in comparison to the great spirit of dignity of you! For, you were like a flame that burnt – but didn’t burn to chastise; and emblazoned to lend the nurture of warmth; like the sun, so full of fire but so apparently cool and forbearingly guardian! This was no parched desert of defunct lack of imagination, butContinue reading “Mother, all the ink is a mere blink in description of you!: A poem “
