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Socrates: An unexamined life is not worth living: A poem 

Would you have known virtue from spiritual folly  had you ventured to look at your reflection? Or would   you just breathe in gloating at your apparent beauty?  Were you conditioned to believe in enhancements,  grooming, make-up, nose-jobs and botox? I would have   wondered to tell an age that wants to make itself  sexually appealing that there is only a loose beauty  in your idea of beauty,Continue reading “Socrates: An unexamined life is not worth living: A poem “

Love is a soulful absenteeism in its presence: A poem 

Do you think you feel a disconnectedness with sanctity,  a loss of personal structure, a kind of colossal fall from  self-dignity, an erosion of the soul (because your soul is  also made up of the love you feel for others) due to betrayal?  I know that I don’t take chances with love because I am   strongly discerning! Not many fit into the eliteContinue reading “Love is a soulful absenteeism in its presence: A poem “

I am simply baring to dare, if you should test my powers!: A poem 

I just seem to feel like the summer heat  is getting under my skin. But at least   the yellow Crown of Thorns in my balcony  has not died like the rest of my flowering plants;  even though it doesn’t have its earlier glow.   The petunias died; I didn’t even bid them bye!  What is love and caring, without the personal feel!  Would youContinue reading “I am simply baring to dare, if you should test my powers!: A poem “

You know your identity details, you bodygrabbing morphers; so GET LOST!: A poem 

(Do you want to have the bodies and eat them too!) Do you think I am a lucid sky  that wants to fall into your drainpipe  I just think that I have my walls  strengthened in every handicap  I feel enraged at times, but my humour  prefers the mockery of all such treachery  that wants to take the flowers I’ve nourished Continue reading “You know your identity details, you bodygrabbing morphers; so GET LOST!: A poem “

The cross-swords of love and hate, an obstacle or deserved ominous violent subtlety: A poem 

I can make you think for yourselves  But I can’t overwhelm your thinking with my pedagogue  I am just no tradition of despots running propaganda  The mean machine of today’s liberalism often assigns fascism  to people with convictions. You can’t be prudish in being principled.  Yes, there are donkeys that carry the burden of blame  For all of you to earn your salvationContinue reading “The cross-swords of love and hate, an obstacle or deserved ominous violent subtlety: A poem “

I lived in unacknowledged kindness: A poem 

I have a relentless windswept notion of life  like a violinist suddenly losing his fiddle  and retrieving it with sheer magic, as if  he could airplay his creation, his music  I asked myself did I have any exposure,  a talent breaking out like a fledgling  And I thought, I am so old. Never mind.  What after aContinue reading “I lived in unacknowledged kindness: A poem “

You should all shut up with your hypocrisy and treason!: A poem 

Did you know I was like King Lear  who divided all his love, between you all  and lost everything, to a tragic betrayal?  Did you feel thorn-pricked at any moment  when I was eternally cold and despairing  feeling the pangs of excruciating pain  and I survived it all, only to save your souls?  You have allContinue reading “You should all shut up with your hypocrisy and treason!: A poem “

Just like Anthony Albanese, his ability at hip-swaying is remarkable; and his camouflaging behind someone else’s skirt is exceptional! Hahahahah! Only comparable to Prakash Saint Paul’s ability to use others as scapegoats in his treachery against me! Hahahaha!

Mother, I don’t care if I’m never reinstituted!: A poem 

Mother, do you see the unanimous belief in the lie,  I just couldn’t be watered down with it; nor could you  We have semblance of the eternity locked in our soul  Before we imprint ourselves by our dynamism, I revolt that the whole  story will never be told. Who can I invoke, who can I name?  There is none who befits my candour, when everyone I look up to is rendered lame Continue reading “Mother, I don’t care if I’m never reinstituted!: A poem “