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I lived in unacknowledged kindness: A poem

I have a relentless windswept notion of life like a violinist suddenly losing his fiddle and retrieving it with sheer magic, as if he could airplay his creation, his music I asked myself did I have any exposure, a talent breaking out like a fledgling And I thought, I am so old. Never mind. What after aContinue reading “I lived in unacknowledged kindness: A poem “

You should all shut up with your hypocrisy and treason!: A poem

Did you know I was like King Lear who divided all his love, between you all and lost everything, to a tragic betrayal? Did you feel thorn-pricked at any moment when I was eternally cold and despairing feeling the pangs of excruciating pain and I survived it all, only to save your souls? You have allContinue reading “You should all shut up with your hypocrisy and treason!: A poem “

I know courage always transmigrates: A poem

The age of chivalry is not dead for me For I know I never took my challenges lightly, but with the light of grace; felt the stranglehold of predators, but never felt strangulated, even when I felt my roomspace shrinking! You know that even my defeat is not my folly; you can’t fault me if I protest, Even thoughContinue reading “I know courage always transmigrates: A poem “

I am sorry Coalition; you know that your oblivion is not my crime!: A poem

I live in the air of the night. Like I was in a closet, shut out from the noises of life. It is as if I can imagine my cloistered legspace winding up in a roominess of strange thoughts from inklings of the day. And I feel encumbrances of emotions and awareness love, grief, pain, excitement, benevolence, odiousness, generosity, rage, brevity and longevity. Like allContinue reading “I am sorry Coalition; you know that your oblivion is not my crime!: A poem “

What do you think is my likelihood at decorum?: A poem

Am I deadwood gathering mould in a forest where it never rains, but is still damp and musty? Do I feel the circle of cells in my trunk collapse in lightless existence rung after rung and reduce me to a stump? Am I not coherent to any design? It may seem to many that I let go off myself… that I committed travesty on myself for not respecting my own aspiration…and would you fathomContinue reading “What do you think is my likelihood at decorum?: A poem “

Elections are never honest!: A poem

Evil thinks God’s Kings are not nice things. By definition, how does evil qualify its own evil? And how does evil qualify the contradictory righteous! You may all have believed in the clergy and Papal edict in the past; Now you believe in the vilest propaganda! Men like to believe they are Masters; God didn’t hasten to disguise his repulsion, but was patient, when undeserving Men were made Kings! Continue reading “Elections are never honest!: A poem “

Dear William Faulkner: Never be afraid…Likewise me!: A poem

You can believe and have faith, and have fear flushed out of the valves of your lion heart Would they think they could insinuate you if you did not fear? Or would you think they could honeytrap you? Did they try every means to get you? And you felt age is no barrier, not even undeserved punishment; even pain! There is too much to loseContinue reading “Dear William Faulkner: Never be afraid…Likewise me!: A poem “

What is the geography of God’s ultimatum?: A poem

What is the quantum spin between you and me? Should I take it that every transmigration of existence died like a Schrodinger’s cat, after it broke out of the box? You may think if it’s virtual reality, or the invisibility of true form grating its way against space-time and gathering mass? I know and believe in formations that exist asContinue reading “What is the geography of God’s ultimatum?: A poem “

I am just levitated in levities: A poem

(Thanks to evils like Anthony Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul!) You know, how can I love so much when love can only be a folly to loss? Do you think it is my fault, to wear my heart on my sleeve? I only beget pain when it takes leave! Do you think my love is a besottment that should be punished? I don’t think myContinue reading “I am just levitated in levities: A poem “

In this pain, I try to envision humour and poetry!: A poem

I am continuously writhing in a warp of pain as if to stretch every membrane I want to explode like the memory of that great God-particle, I once was. But I still only writhe in pain, in the stillness of my soul; that has copped it for eternity. And I feel the wreaths of helplessness, in my predicament, that I, myself, chose –Continue reading “In this pain, I try to envision humour and poetry!: A poem “