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Was the Sun, all this while, burning or sleeping?  Was it taken like a helpless bird, with only one wing?  How do I discern if its light was beached on shore of sea?  Out of that churning whorl, they came and snatched it from poor me!  I have to save too many drowning crew from the ocean’s floor  Where the ships had sunk, theyContinue reading “Compassion is not kind if it condones cruelty: A poem “

The chartered flights are bringing the skies aground!  But my destination seems not to be where I am bound  Do birds actually migrate to where they belong?  Is their inherent magnetism singing the right song?  The journeyperson wants to know the maps of his destiny  How can he be sure of what he wants, with all this chicanery?  Everyone seems toContinue reading “Is God’s journey headed right?: A poem “

It was as if God lay on the edge of a sword  It was as if he had no help coming aboard  There was such calumny, both heard and unheard  It stank of manipulation and misrepresentation of his each word  And the stirrup got entangled in the breeches  The steed was surrounded by a sea of erodingContinue reading “Evil’s voice can speak through you like a ventriloquism: A poem “

I didn’t realise it was a nightmare  because it was so alive at each stare  The walls of my home fell apart  like cardboard edifices in a bloodbath  And vegetation sprouted everywhere  All my towers were treetops in the air  that I could reach with my fingertips  but still not touch like illusionary slips  As if when imagination becomesContinue reading “But this shark is not my pet…: A poem “

Did the ziggaurats of Eden  crumble to dust because   their poetry was not stone but paper?  Did they conceive that civilisation  had a fate written before its conception?  But could we believe the legacy  is a footprint misnomed as mythology,   when a posterity writes off antiquity  as bereft of knowledge? that ignorance  and lack of respect entitles us   to deem prehistory as a construction    of hunter gatherers. ThereContinue reading “History is only a repetition of what we love and what we hate?: A poem “

There is that love that is not  imbibed by the senses; but the soul  that does not manifest visually  but is the festivity of eternity  And on the clipboard of my mortal self,  it transcends time’s entire whole  How I have reworked and rewired it  with every generation, whose succession  made the continuation of posterity home?! Continue reading “She is His fortune and His fate: A poem “

Did I play all around till mushy Movember  I have traveled so far, this world won’t remember!  Should all your hypocrisy end like a shower’s plumber?  So much water in your veins makes you all dumb and dumber!  Life is no beach; the sea makes me weep!  How much treachery is there in the deep?  Birds can fly; but how the deep’s bodygrabbers leap?!   I can’t sum up the wisdom of that morphing creep!  Ba!Continue reading “There is no Pi in the Pisces: A poem “

I am no desert fox in a quixotic box  And I am no plainclothesman in his socks  But I can’t reckon and I can’t conjecture  if the fish is having its swansong?  It seems like prehistoric creatures of the deep  are still living among us, and have our keep  And they can be both wolf and fox  And, if they choose,Continue reading “Hark! Is this yellow Ark a place for the morphing shark!: A poem “

I couldn’t be bothered…  if evil wallowed in self-glorification  over its misbegotten victories  or treachery took all the corners  of even the most insulated countries  I know that corruption is mired in a convenient occlusion  that provides you with a truth that is a misconception  Its rabidity has a space all over the sky that you cannot see  YouContinue reading “What fits the fingers of my wits…?: A poem “

I resurrect within the garden of a poem  as I die with the fragrance of its futility  Its words both burying and exhuming a neglected aspiration,  even as they are juxtaposed and jinxed by oblivion  as if destiny never cared for its most colourless stones  I feel like a child wandering in stupor  in the mirrorwork of circumstance Continue reading “Living death in self-reflection: A poem “