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I could see that mirrors never mattered to me  even if they revealed a physical beauty. It seems  that love for oneself is like a closet that rarely  opens out to be spoken, but if it does, then for dignity!  Truth can be dishonest, because honesty is   so deflatable, even the ghost of your aspirations  can snap to death with that! I was beginning to believe  in rightContinue reading “This is an ode to self-belief!: A poem “

(To the treacherous creeps – Anthony Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul) You know I wrote a poem in metaphor  at a seemingly hostile store  I know everything I do causes an uproar,   especially to those people stealthily and slyly in the know  Do you think I am afraid of them watching me?  Do they think I’m prepared for a no-show in the melee? Continue reading “So should I do…what needs to be done!: A poem “

If I could scan the skies and tell you all  what’s lost like the earth that is firmament  unlike the skies, that seem more vast and more  unreal. But do you see the stars are not   make-believe in their history, though time  flows differently on them, unlike here  We have only begotten this world like  a fragment of a humongousContinue reading “Letter to my sisters: A poem “

I don’t know if the laurels I deserve,  will place me on the apex of Mount Olympus,  But I see all those olive branches in the float below  And I keep looking away into some sort of disconnection.  I have lived in a hope of love and truths, and seen them  dissembled time again, like mountains being carved out into streets Continue reading “I don’t know if the laurels I deserve…: A poem “

Mother, I woke up in the morning and felt  the storm subside, only to reveal a distant pain!  Like after the storm, what does one do?  But feel the enervation or the energy to build   Paradise again? Did I die, mother? Did I cry?  Whose was the lie? Who was it that did conspire?  I thought again, with a ponder in a reflection Continue reading “My dearest Mother, did I die, once more!: A poem “

I see the revolutionary in me falling  like autumnal dust mixing in the dew  on petals of flowers shriveling in the night.  And I feel the mindless rage of all the summers  that lived within me going barren, as if every  speck of soil on the mountains, every pyramidion  of the history I reflected upon,Continue reading “That we could meet one eternity…!: A poem “

I live in a hardknuckled existence of only knowing myself,  a forward-backward guerilla, like a game of backgammon  where the pieces have a right to re-entry. I am no cloak-and-dagger  specialist, but I have an aura of intrigue, as much as I am subject to betrayal!  So, should I ask of Eros, or Gemini, or Cupid, even theContinue reading “Is the idea of love an illusion; is its promise, futility?: A poem “