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When should it be agreeable?: A poem 

How is there no water on the moon?  And so much on Earth, that there is less land  than water; and I am no submersible;  And I know this planet is quite alien to me  Should I stand and recount how many horizons  I’ve sustained here, just for you?  And should I believe I need to stretch my hand out Continue reading “When should it be agreeable?: A poem “

I can believe despite the losses: A poem 

Whence did this start and end and begin  like a fledgling, a cub, a story retold  as if the narrative just fills my ears,  my glands, my cells, my blood vessels  even if the billion stars were just the embodiment  of a divine grace that survived time and extinction!  I had a knowledge every time I was child   Would they be whispers of a timeless magnanimousContinue reading “I can believe despite the losses: A poem “

The fire I wanted came with all that water; so, I moved on: A poem 

I thought my aspiration was a distant country  so far flung; that it was almost a never-never land  That there were so many boundaries and walls between,  that I was bound to be incarcerated somewhere as  a trespasser. And should I spend my waning years   imprisoned and despairing that there are no destinations  to reach; to embrace the birdsContinue reading “The fire I wanted came with all that water; so, I moved on: A poem “

Me and You and a dog named Phunnu: A poem 

I could have woken in a Dionysian dream  laughing at the drunkenness of footloose  And invoked every lesser god in indulgences  that involved the orgy of souls transcribing  lyrics of metaphysics, and beyond that   wisdom of sacred mysteries. Even when   I was a child, I harboured a solitude of soul  that surpassed the latitudes of ordinary knowledge  You can see I did not possess theContinue reading “Me and You and a dog named Phunnu: A poem “

Does the clock have a fate?: A poem 

(Take that in-your-faces evil Anthony Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul)  Does the clock have a fate  beyond disrepair, like an eternity  swirling in its hands, understanding  that the web won’t go away!  I have folded and unfolded the wool  of my substance; and kept it clear  of the wool of dust. You can say age  has no wrinkles, thatContinue reading “Does the clock have a fate?: A poem “

When I have lost everything; and begun to understand!: A poem 

When I have lost everything, and understood  the valiance of my soul. That I didn’t wait  for the spring to come to see the seeds  sprout into proud and tender saplings  Did I think pride was in suffering so much  and never gaining anything from it, but the   tenderness of being nothingness, like an   old warrior who wants to accept noContinue reading “When I have lost everything; and begun to understand!: A poem “

Hey Prakash Saint Paul! Hey Anthony Albanese, you think money and material reparations (to me) can grant you my absolution! Go FUCK OFF! Ask the fraudulent Church! Here I am abandoning everything of mine, because of both of you capitalising and treacherising! Do you think I can go anywhere or do anything because of your opportunising? I just am not afraid or intimidated! Hahahahaha! Because if the two of you celebrate in my being blindfolded, I am in stitches of laughter because of the two of you being deluded! Hahahahaha!

I don’t even entertain my singularity anymore!: A poem 

I don’t even entertain my singularity anymore!  It just happens to be a stroke of lightning  that vanished into the skies  How every past is at risk of its existence  being stolen by an evil presence  Would everything in the universe want to diminish to a point  if the paradise of its originality be confounded  before it re-materialised?  Was God theContinue reading “I don’t even entertain my singularity anymore!: A poem “