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O Mother, you implicitly taught me to define love and forgiveness!: A poem

How many, Mother, would ever turn the other cheek, when in the unChristianity of the Word being swung by the sword and thrown out of the pulpits like a nausea/ vomit of lies that people around the world cherish a book (NT) that came from stolen foundations; their being stolen from their rightful owner! Mother, despite your Christianity in this lifetime, you hadContinue reading “O Mother, you implicitly taught me to define love and forgiveness!: A poem “

So, I say a few things of endearment and love….: A poem

I never heard of leaves falling in September, back home in Mumbai; where there was summer throughout the year! And how it rained, as I saw my paper boats race only a little and then turn to shreds in the torrent. In Goa, in my school holidays, it was tropical paradise – coconut palms, mango trees, javaContinue reading “So, I say a few things of endearment and love….: A poem “

After all these decades, I look into a looking glass…: A poem

I peep into the looking glass And a world peeks back at me through it… A world slipping away And I say that is just as if it was every single day How it is getting more painful, all the way And does my reflection listen, if it may I think of you in the sunlight And I see so many shadows fight So many emotionsContinue reading “After all these decades, I look into a looking glass…: A poem “

O Mother, I wish not for a path foreclosed by enemies: A poem

O Mother, how do I take this path so foreclosed If I am left to conjecture this doorway that does not shut or open, but creaks of thieves, like an ajar crevice, and I certainly do not wish to squeeze through it? Would Enoch give away his mission of redeeming his elite because, else, there would be too much pain andContinue reading “O Mother, I wish not for a path foreclosed by enemies: A poem “

This is the time, I put my foot down with no aspirations!: A poem

Dad, I thought you would come like a golden orb, your face incandescent, Your eyes like brilliant comets Your skin glittering like yellow sapphire dew And your sky-like arms stretched out for me Reminds me of Noah when he was born He was so unearthly, that his father Lamech doubted that Noah was his own progeny. I don’t believeContinue reading “This is the time, I put my foot down with no aspirations!: A poem “

Mother, your sense of duty is part of my inheritance!: A poem

Mother, if you had a choice, what name would you give me at birth? What would it be? While you told me how I got my name: Monte – from Mary of the Mount; you never told me who decided on it – you or Dad or the priest that christened me. I was born on the 8th of September;Continue reading “Mother, your sense of duty is part of my inheritance!: A poem “

O Bombay, would I despise you or love you?!: A poem

I thought, I thought of never going back to those silhouettes of chimneyed polluted air And skyscrapers that ate up the mangroves and streets going somewhere, only to block the drainage with so much garbage that there is a perennial deluge when it rains. I am trapped in the sphere above a metropolis of 25 million, almost the demographic sizeContinue reading “O Bombay, would I despise you or love you?!: A poem “

Heed! It’s getting late in the day for me, but I can get angrier!: A poem

(I never thought you were a self-seeker Trump, but you can never get my loyalties for your perversities! And I certainly cannot stomach that selfish Anthony Albanese you may adopt for your convenience!) Do you think my mind has hide and not membrane that doesn’t bleed when you cut it deep by traumatising me And my scholastically dutiful heart doesn’t palpitate, even if I amContinue reading “Heed! It’s getting late in the day for me, but I can get angrier!: A poem “

I am not going to have love for a ransom!: A poem

Beyond the taboos of societal boundaries is the first star-point (bindu) speaking for itself This is more than what you all can reckon That is the reason you all disapprove of my weapons! When the disbelief of dishonour pervades time and everyone succumbs to that disgrace When a lone fighter thought he could make you all perceive the truth you did not wish to perceive! Continue reading “I am not going to have love for a ransom!: A poem “

This toast to the vision of Mum and Dad!: A poem

I am able to see visions in solitude’s stare These blessings are misunderstood by many, though are gifts that are rare! Now I see a vision of my Mother out there The beauty of her making a circle in thin air And the ink of my blood of love spills in these lines They are of nectarine taste; ambrosial, sweeter than any wine! Mother’s wordsContinue reading “This toast to the vision of Mum and Dad!: A poem “