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I hear the music, you can hear it too, if you wish to!: A poem

You know, the aeons of slavery to treachery, the eternity of treachery’s humiliation of me has not taken the music out of me! I hear it whispering in the clouds, in the fields, in the flowers all around me, like sonorous rainbows that arise from the core of the Universe to heal me, feel me and deal me the courage I need. InContinue reading “I hear the music, you can hear it too, if you wish to!: A poem “

I know how to anathemise you all to your destruction (Don’t take me for granted!)!!!!: A poem

I never roamed the deep seas with an allegro, even an allegretto, of passion! If I did – I traversed them with the objective of seeking new lands to transfuse their soils with my blood and fertilise them, even when I accepted lower orders of creed or caste for the transmigration. I am a dragon, even as I was Ouranos once back!Continue reading “I know how to anathemise you all to your destruction (Don’t take me for granted!)!!!!: A poem “

Who is the messiah you are all looking for?: A poem

I always believed conformity was never a virtue And I accepted an anonymity despite being rebellious You can say my treatise in anonymity was no pretentious humility. Too many people in the know knew about me! And the assumed incognito fell out of the walls to the floor as I aged. Everyone began to (unspokenly) know, and anonymity was no longer my disguise. I am much the lyric of troubadoursContinue reading “Who is the messiah you are all looking for?: A poem “

These revelations, and the culminations that never manifest: A poem

You know, when I was little, I found the mango tree grow over me. And, I found myself saying: You Man! Please Go! And I felt the sun’s face darken and crestfall. And I said to the Sun: O Sun! You please don’t go! You are man enough for me! But I really think you ought to go, when I can’t save youContinue reading “These revelations, and the culminations that never manifest: A poem “

True love, sacrifice is fine – but not self-destruction!: A poem

If you have the happiness of sadness then grief is no coffin in pressing departure And one feels no sorrow in stoic bravery, to a point! And you can evolve in the calmness of the substance of treasures even if you have an inkling of the eventuality that the evil may attempt to take even that away! And one feels no panic in the storm that blows away your rooftopsContinue reading “True love, sacrifice is fine – but not self-destruction!: A poem “

Who he speaks the truth gets vilified!: A poem

Anne Lennox can screech her gall-splitting: Why There’s no saying sorry when you still have the gall to blame the victim. There are no convenient yardsticks for all your pursued conveniences! Why is there no believing when the silent one’s gone hoarse from suddenly spilling his truth? Is finally speaking the truth – acquiring a big mouth? Who has the audacity to tell a heretofore silent voice toContinue reading “Who he speaks the truth gets vilified!: A poem “

This poetry; is it the song of love?: A poem

You know, this poetry, it can leave your soul heart warmed on a curb of sweet-sonorous onomatopiased percussive melody of first sounds! In a brief lilt, like a wind in a recess that walks you out into the wonder of new light. If you chose to listen to the cryptic messenger as much as you relax in the simple lyrics! I haveContinue reading “This poetry; is it the song of love?: A poem “

Time for departure!: A poem

I think of departure with words, A brief, leaving me gasping for more! And time’s treachery leaves so much abrupt And the treachery of humanity even more so; But I think my jetliner must depart… to some place where I’m not sure I’ll end up This is a bad start…and a false start…with no finish line! But I am in a painfulContinue reading “Time for departure!: A poem “

How to be wise and kind?!: A poem

I read a poem that advised me: Be wise with your words, be kind! Be generous! You know, easier said than done. And if you want to flay candour! That there is honesty to resort to for the one who wants to own officious bluntness! Or do you care for the trifle blandness of banter that suits everyone and goes no distance?! Would youContinue reading “How to be wise and kind?!: A poem “

About the bête noir, Saint Paul: A poem

You know, if he laughed, he’d have his glass belly all cracked up, like a mirror hit by a sledgehammer! So, he doesn’t laugh as much as he plots, To keep wily-taleing the world. If liars brought down truths for millennia! You know if he grins, his teeth would turn to Medusa’s strands and his tongue would fork like the serpent that impostered God (For, he is!)! HeContinue reading “About the bête noir, Saint Paul: A poem “