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If you could all call a Mango!: A poem

Did I hang around the big bang? Was I honky tonk before rock and roll sang? Did I create my sugar and honey? Or did it give me diabetes? Was the singularity more than just a trinity? Did I create Mum and Dad, or was it them before me? Sometimes, I wake up singing at three? How should I know, the Trumps willContinue reading “If you could all call a Mango!: A poem “

I’m sorry, English is not my language; I have my own unique lingo!: A poem

Do you conjecture I only waste words on my blogsite while I am always silent in a manner of speaking? Is that golden? The brashness of putting the truth down on paper, is that it will always be used as evidence against you by treacherous conspirators! So do you think I am baulked between bastions? I can beContinue reading “I’m sorry, English is not my language; I have my own unique lingo!: A poem “

This January, This May, This September!: A poem

When I lived in the northern hemisphere, in a land of spice, milk and honey, I respected the mild-tempered January, the heat of May and the equanimity of September. As if their ambience remained illustratively pervading all through the year. Like a waterless rain of love, and more significantly, a reign. Like childhood’s enchanted chrysalis forming every day. MumContinue reading “This January, This May, This September!: A poem “

O Mother, the thought of you is like sitting by the fireplace!: A poem

O Mother, the thought of you is like sitting by the fireplace, an image of you – such innocence and simplicity in your face How you were so naive, you took everything so literally, yet you had a profound sense of dignity and equanimity in wisdom You had patience that was the axiom of your existence Continue reading “O Mother, the thought of you is like sitting by the fireplace!: A poem “

O Dad, how you were always there for us!!: A poem

O Dad! I remember that day when I badly twisted my right wrist while playing soccer Mum was all panic and hysterical when she saw my hurt hand. My sister, Meena, rushed me to hospital. We didn’t even have a telephone, then, to contact you while you were at work! I needed surgery. Unfortunately, they did not fix it correctly! So, I spent a wholeContinue reading “O Dad, how you were always there for us!!: A poem “

Mother, we have an illusion of too much sunlight; when there is too little starlight in the darkness!: A poem

Mother, we have an illusion of too much sunlight, when, actually, there is too little starlight in an overwhelming darkness! Do you think there was only darkness in the Church-imposed dark ages? How every modernity that humanity pursued only saw the darkness’ persistence in one form or the other? Did you hold me in your arms, when I was anContinue reading “Mother, we have an illusion of too much sunlight; when there is too little starlight in the darkness!: A poem “

Is your love episodic, Jashmina?: A poem

Is your love episodic, between falling short and non-existent? Do you respect my sacrifice for you? Or do you consider it only as your leverage without glancing back in acknowledgement? Did you care to call me up in any time of the tribulation I’ve been through? Does it matter to you, that sometimes, even God of strong diamond steel needs reasssurance? Or areContinue reading “Is your love episodic, Jashmina?: A poem “

I can only warn you, you Laborers!: A poem

The noises of a long-ongoing theatre of shadow play from the submersibles doesn’t deluge the starlight of my memories and convictions! I am like an incandescent flame of myself through every echo permeating through each morsel of sand of destiny! Do you think what is fated is not fated? Or do you think your loudmouthed edictions take the ordination awayContinue reading “I can only warn you, you Laborers!: A poem “

Thanksgiving Day: A poem

Did I not know that Turkeys are large birds with the smallest brains? I never ever even bought Turkey cold cuts Yet sometimes I feel like cold Turkey from my discretion, aloofness, strangeness Some people think I have a frog’s ambivalence But I wouldn’t want to be kissed by a rose in the rain I know who is my Princess, Queen and Goddess I knowContinue reading “Thanksgiving Day: A poem “

Mum and Dad, you know my story, thank you for listening!: A poem

Mum and Dad, there is a lot I have to say I always kept my grievances for another day So, you must quite understand that I feel bottled up like a shut home without any ventilation Even when I was a child, I picked up skills of communication, both verbal and written I could evenContinue reading “Mum and Dad, you know my story, thank you for listening!: A poem “