Did the verdant witch sing you a lullaby to your death? Did you think it was sunrise instead of sunset? How slow was the slow train that you thought was a jet? Could you have conjectured before you placed your bet? And did you think your beast of love needed a vet? Is a promise to freedom just a fractured outlet? Continue reading “This mirror of love: A poem “
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Prakash Saint Paul’s dirty arrangement, deals and bargains to give him an undeserved lease of life and make me the perpetual victim. He uses every trick in his book of tricks, seeks every opportunity due to my vulnerability. He even uses everybody to manipulate and treacherise me, so much so I have lost faith in everybody. I don’t even know if I can trust my own devices, because I am constantly blindfolded. And his treachery has been going on against me from the beginnings of the creation, that he so ruthlessly rapined and poisoned.
Jashmina, you are so cruel to me. Your betrayal and torture of me should go down in history and posterity. It’s come to a point where the only option to me is suicide! You have no idea how you are destroying me. I have been very patient with you. Do you want me to destroy you?
Fuck that Sweden, if you ever visit my blogsite again. I curse the entire Sweden to be destroyed by a cataclysm! I curse that Sweden rots in the abyss for eternity. My wrath on you, you fucking creep!
Shame on you all spineless creeps! Only want to protect your own backsides! None of you have the courage to stand up for truth and justice! You all ought to be ashamed of yourselves. Everybody knows it is none of my fault. I only did my duty all along and if I failed to do it, it was because of the treachery against me, and because I was betrayed all through. I’ve been valiantly copping the immense pain and torture. I curse you hypocrites, each of you, to suffer the lifelong torture that I’ve been through! I want to destroy you all and the whale world! You all deserve that villainous Prakash Saint Paul, not righteous me, creeps
The alleged nice people need much introspection!: A poem
I am silent but in reflective conversation lying low in all that wickedness of judgement letting a resolute chatter come out of me, like a spring doll out of a box, just like a cuckoo popping from a clock I have latent expectations at the moment, but would they prove their overwhelming potency This faint cry – toContinue reading “The alleged nice people need much introspection!: A poem “
Did you recognise love over fear?: A poem
I know that rituals can become customary They are not just seasonal, but a profound legacy to the rhythms of the orders of the seemingly unconscious divinities that shine like an unseen light through our faces You must know, then, that love is not just its recognition but a reciprocation of the sacrifice that was undertaken through eternity ThereContinue reading “Did you recognise love over fear?: A poem “
I’ve been the depth of everything, but never the deep: A poem
The water of weightlessness is not the gravity of my soul I was avowed to turn every fallen stone back to the idols of my temple Should you attempt to tear the tears of my face, you will learn they are the blood from your treachery I know the truth is faultless, peerless, even with the shame that onContinue reading “I’ve been the depth of everything, but never the deep: A poem “
This evening, were there thorns?: A poem
I have an analogy to myself; without the mark of congratulatory annotations. It’s been like this since time flew like a rocket-bird into the universe. I never did anticipate a creation that would be rocked by mutiny perpetrated by an alien. I hardly ever thought about being invincible till I was undone! I only felt the petals of rosesContinue reading “This evening, were there thorns?: A poem “