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Godspell and Anunnaki-spell: A poem

Unlike what the Gemara is to the Minash, a twinning of the Talmud! The lying New Testament is no holy book of mine! No complement to the Old Testament. But, should I recommend the veracity of the ancient book of Genesis? A book that is enmeshed in half-truths, because of the Jewish exile in Babylon, that borrowed Anunnaki myths! Yes, I wasContinue reading “Godspell and Anunnaki-spell: A poem “

Moon, I have no mirror of myself in you!: A poem

There is a stark stillness in the air, like as if it was portraying a death! But whose death? We have learnt to believe that Friday is a day of mourning. When do Muslims celebrate their Sabbath? Would Freyja feel ostentated by this? I can see the disillustrious crone of a Moon hold her bloody dagger with her hands behind her back! ButContinue reading “Moon, I have no mirror of myself in you!: A poem “

In my scruples, I have not the conundrum of Sylvia Plath’s fig tree: A poem

I have no paint on my face, though I’ve been clowning and acrobatting in a cirque de soleil, where even the Sun has little to cheer about! And the audience is perpetually dismayed, yet keen observers. I am sitting on the crotch of a fig tree that is asking for me to shake it down, so that all the fruit come Continue reading “In my scruples, I have not the conundrum of Sylvia Plath’s fig tree: A poem “

Was I Alexander or Bucephalus?: A poem

(Albanese, how foolish are you! Hahahahaaha!, Urusula is a bear not a bull!! Thank you Russia! Tired of globetrotting? Those wicked colluders are coming to you?) I can’t seem to remember, was I Alexander or was I Bucephalus? The ox-head and the phallus? The black steed with the white star on its brow. I can say I always was marked with that protection a relativeContinue reading “Was I Alexander or Bucephalus?: A poem “

LeoTolstoy, Introversion, Extroversion and Existence; markers and pivots, War and Peace!: A poem

What are the markers of life, as you float in aspiration, constructs narrated by a society of norms that convince you to believe in them. When religion fails you, and faith seems possessed only by the need to achieve that this should be the ultimate fate you live for! You carved out singularly sensitive tales of human life, brought forth by your own creative soul; butContinue reading “LeoTolstoy, Introversion, Extroversion and Existence; markers and pivots, War and Peace!: A poem “

Don (DT) McLean, Van Gogh’s beauty and Dostoevsky’s beauty; so what is suicide?: A poem

Don Mclean, how beautifully you described Van Gogh! A starry night, when I look into it and feel the pulse of an eternal past, and then I draw courage, and then I should persevere to believe! That all things so sorrowful meet their end before our own! And Van Gogh’s soul was as beautiful and enrapturing as his art! How beautiful is the truth, whenContinue reading “Don (DT) McLean, Van Gogh’s beauty and Dostoevsky’s beauty; so what is suicide?: A poem “

Jashmina, I thought Sylvia Plath would resonate with you!: A poem

Do you know Jashmina, there can be no life in hating and vengeance; but submitting to evil is certain death! You should understand what I am trying to tell you? So, suffering that comes from belief is not a crime against one’s honour; but the fighting bravery of retaining it! Did you know Sylvia Plath hated her father?! She never forgave him to her dying day, when she committed suicide! And she triedContinue reading “Jashmina, I thought Sylvia Plath would resonate with you!: A poem “

Hey Nietzsche, we just don’t only share aphorisms of beliefs…: A poem

Hey, Nietzsche! We just don’t share aphorisms of belief, we share a profound understanding of the truth! Unlike you, what I say has never been heard! But like you I have been terribly maligned! We can say that the lie has outgrown us all It is so tall that it no longer can be beheaded And you know the imposters would rather have usContinue reading “Hey Nietzsche, we just don’t only share aphorisms of beliefs…: A poem “

Would I volunteer with false advice for fish or moon; I am too kind; so, you thought I was your feeding spoon?: A poem

I shouldn’t take anyone’s advice! It seems to screw up my sacrifice! Have my boat turned over and around capsized, and then drowned? You can see what has become of true love like a shutdown dead end of an alcove! And I can see the grinning grimace on the face of all those who had me abased! Dad, I can’t have you in the cat’sContinue reading “Would I volunteer with false advice for fish or moon; I am too kind; so, you thought I was your feeding spoon?: A poem “

Dear Sylvia Plath, do you think wishing for everything or nothing; either can take away the loneliness?: A poem

Dear Sylvia Plath, I see you walking in an autumnal sunrise wishing; and then, that you hadn’t bothered wishing, after all, Because you could tell that everything you wished for was an evaporation, nothingness. Since you already knew there was a completeness in expecting nothing from anyone. I could say, you become God in your belonging to yourself. I heard you plead to theContinue reading “Dear Sylvia Plath, do you think wishing for everything or nothing; either can take away the loneliness?: A poem “