What do you know what is hell or heaven? Did you get any idea when you last visited seven-eleven? And how you wonder if everything in between is your gated purgation?! Can I make my choices without any blindfolded, deluded vindication? My mother always thought God lived in heaven? She hadn’t a clue that God lived for some time in her womb, but never did in any angelic illusion! I know she is Maria, Mary, more seven and six, butContinue reading “Little bit of enigmatic questioning from me to Mum and Jashmina!: A poem “
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Never a moon-day for me, never a dip in the fishy sea for me! No convolutions accepted by me, no contraptions, no changes in the structure of permanent universal arrangement. No pledges to a betrothal with evil and treachery. Even my aspirations are monogamously my own. I will seek my partners when I deem it is time for me! No stealthy hijacking-infested camaraderie! No make- believe Pacifism! I have not decided to repose in anything. Nomadism is no curse in a filthy submerged-by-evil world! I am just compelled to be promiscuous to escape my own captivity. The real whores are those that want to pleasure on every entity!
I am not interested in anybody’s bushels of wealth, nor in any matador-loads of money! I am nauseous that all your propositions come through the insistence of the Wishmaster, who is only interested in his own selfish lease of life. I did not sacrifice so much for any procurement, but for the welfare of justice and for redemption of those that deserve it. I am filled with despicability at all your connivance to appease the rapiner of what was mine throughout the ages! I know everything is mine, I don’t need its substantiation or the evidence of getting it manifestly. You all slipshod vagrants are compromising yourself to the thuggery; and the ultimate bludgeony of my soul. GET LOST! I never even asked for my loves, which are being dichotomised and hijacked to beguile and checkmate me. I am nonchalant in your treachery, as I am unenthused by all your promises! I am God! The one who steals my identities and then cons me with his offers is a lecherous pervert! I am confident of the idea of love in my eternal soul, even if I cannot have the corporeality of it! GET LOST, before I curse you all for constantly appeasing the evil, treacherous, Wishmaster!
Godspell and Anunnaki-spell: A poem
Unlike what the Gemara is to the Minash, a twinning of the Talmud! The lying New Testament is no holy book of mine! No complement to the Old Testament. But, should I recommend the veracity of the ancient book of Genesis? A book that is enmeshed in half-truths, because of the Jewish exile in Babylon, that borrowed Anunnaki myths! Yes, I wasContinue reading “Godspell and Anunnaki-spell: A poem “
You can see the way I move my walk, like I talk my talk; before I damn you all!: A poem
I really wouldn’t want to burn the butts of my pets, but sometimes I feel so much rage, more rage than even the Crusades! But how convinced am I, that the finery of all your beliefs are only a livery of portentous slavery?! I am just not willing to cascade into your unholy rapids to have a precipitous drop down the steep waterfalls! The CrusadersContinue reading “You can see the way I move my walk, like I talk my talk; before I damn you all!: A poem “
Donald Trump, if you love the Church, it is your prerogative! I certainly don’t share your sentiments or beliefs vis-a-vis religion! I know I am the truth not Jesus! No matter how much you all prove me wrong! I just couldn’t be bothered how much injustice was done to me for the past two millennia. I am certainly not going to be estranged from doing my duty, even if I get no acknowledgement or gratitude from you all for my eternal sacrifice; or how much you all try to deny me! Ask your Goddamned Church, Donald Trump, why it encourages its laity to eat the body and blood of Jesus, isn’t it a maligning cannibalism of the saviour, if he was the saviour, in fact?! And I’d really encourage you Christians to actually cannibalise on that evil liar Saint Paul, though!
Donald Trump, I am not the one who is culpable for your being gangraped! I only express myself, I don’t bodygrab or expect to eat of others! The culprits who do that are privileged with too much impunity! WordPress, you are not even factual with me, forget about being honest and truthful! I really owe nothing to anybody, and I perseveringly expect nothing from anybody! So how come you all (all the entities and media of the world) seek to frustrate me? I assure you, you face defeat in your ruthless endeavour to frustrate me and appease the evil that connives relentlessly against me! Thank you all, I don’t regret that I get only ingratitude in return; it doesn’t faze me of my persistence and religiosity to do my duty!
Anne Grey Sexton, your beautiful confessionalism looks stoic, just like my brave self-narrative!: A poem
Do poets share sometimes a twinning as also a contrariness in their ambiguous ambivalence(?)? Like a hearse slowly pulling away in its aloneness (and freedom?); does a corpse feel alone in death or finally freed? Like the blackness of the vehicle that takes it into its sombre grave to be buried into an earth (or into an unimagined dimension more palpably expansive and intense?). What do we think is death? Is it a moment of sobriety, that reflects on theContinue reading “Anne Grey Sexton, your beautiful confessionalism looks stoic, just like my brave self-narrative!: A poem “
A brief missive to the worst Prime Minister in the history of Australia (AA)!: A poem
I claw the fields of the night, fast in flight, those pictograms shafting through the clouds and the wonder of ideas and words beading on a long, illustrious chain. Sometimes, in the sunlight of day, the verdict of my fusilade are only flowers that leave their fragrance on the page. I never revealed the spectrum of my soul, it was made more profound with the stigmata of the ages. ThereContinue reading “A brief missive to the worst Prime Minister in the history of Australia (AA)!: A poem “
My Karma is never wandering into the forgiveness of those criminals!: A poem
Even my broken dreams, over the ages, turned from carboniferous coal, slowly, into priceless diamonds! Even my disillusions became breathing reflections in affirmation of the veracity of the Universe! Even my repeated deaths became livewire, energising the cosmic soul! I am here, there and everywhere! Much quicker than the light, that, itself, takes time to travel I am not daunted by the lightyears, you all try to alarm my sensesContinue reading “My Karma is never wandering into the forgiveness of those criminals!: A poem “
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