(…free of the treachery of thieves and hijackers like Prakash Saint Paul, Anthony Albanese and their ilk) Do you think love was a weaver’s factory where you can predict what is ultimately woven? I can say I found true love in a wicker basket of a cradle; without being able to possess it? Do you think I felt sceptical that I need redemption from the folly of such belief? I believe, even if they compelContinue reading “I lie in this wonder in the hope of that ultimate miracle: A poem “
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Is all this patient waiting for true love worth the while?: A poem
I have seen the cold snowflakes rain down on my life’s floor of solitude. Yet, not once did I complain of the cold in my bones. You can see that my home was always empty beyond the loneliness of my voice. But I did not once rue, for I sang a song of love that brought down all these confounding walls! IContinue reading “Is all this patient waiting for true love worth the while?: A poem “
How do I believe in the sum of all things?: A poem
How do I believe, what is the sum of all things when I add or subtract, multiply or divide like all the four seasons comprised in one day? What is the stone flung, that takes with it all possessions? like a soul that must lose to maintain everything else’s equilibrium? And do I call on Mother, Father, Lover, forgetting each name,Continue reading “How do I believe in the sum of all things?: A poem “
Where does the story fall in time…: A poem
Did I call on love… in a life that left me standing alone What did I forget…even myself I didn’t even look at my shadow I turned it over, away from my feet that walked in their sinews, and in weariness but at least they didn’t break like my teeth! Do you know my fruits fell far away from my tree? So,Continue reading “Where does the story fall in time…: A poem “
Would we be limitless, by ignoring our limits?: A poem
Is the manifoldness of your knowledge making a masterpiece or a stump of your comprehension? Is the artificiality making a tangent of your cognition? Or is it running like a parallel line, and will soon merge with your consciousness making you an alien to yourself? Would that be a submission or a submersion? Would we know the infiniteContinue reading “Would we be limitless, by ignoring our limits?: A poem “
I have set my ground between Mars and Venus!: A poem
I suddenly felt I was an ever-enlarged tower reaching into the heart of the sky As if I had become Sandalphon The trunk of the tallest entity ever I think of the days I became strange to Sol Invictus And even felt lost with Ares How every friend I had counted on felt like an enemy?! Did the loneliness last an eternity? But now, I think even Sandalphon doesn’t hold aContinue reading “I have set my ground between Mars and Venus!: A poem “
I am not King Ahah, O Jezebel of Jerusalem!: A poem
I don’t think I was King Ahah to slip between the thighs into an underworld, so demonic, that it tore my substance and broke my spine. There is such power in allure that it emblazons lust and breaks into an inferno, where you don’t burn but submerge into brine. O Jezebel, can you even bely King Solomon with your guile and spook his wisdom? Continue reading “I am not King Ahah, O Jezebel of Jerusalem!: A poem “
I have this conviction; I have this vocation: A poem
Way back in my growing years, I lived in a community that practised its Catholicism quite unawares of the shakiness of its structure of fervent piety on the undergrowth of an abandoned past. Nobody gave a thought to revolt about forced conversion being a crime. Even me, with an already hidden wisdom, at the age of four, in my first essay on myself, wroteContinue reading “I have this conviction; I have this vocation: A poem “
Socrates: An unexamined life is not worth living: A poem
Would you have known virtue from spiritual folly had you ventured to look at your reflection? Or would you just breathe in gloating at your apparent beauty? Were you conditioned to believe in enhancements, grooming, make-up, nose-jobs and botox? I would have wondered to tell an age that wants to make itself sexually appealing that there is only a loose beauty in your idea of beauty,Continue reading “Socrates: An unexamined life is not worth living: A poem “
The cross-swords of love and hate, an obstacle or deserved ominous violent subtlety: A poem
I can make you think for yourselves But I can’t overwhelm your thinking with my pedagogue I am just no tradition of despots running propaganda The mean machine of today’s liberalism often assigns fascism to people with convictions. You can’t be prudish in being principled. Yes, there are donkeys that carry the burden of blame For all of you to earn your salvationContinue reading “The cross-swords of love and hate, an obstacle or deserved ominous violent subtlety: A poem “
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