fantasy

If I were a fool, and continue to be one, and be proud!: A poem

Look at me, and my tunic with all its wormholes! These wormholes to posterity; where I witness my birth and death and resurrection; in a timescale of a moment. So that I know my own defeat, as a purpose! That this knowledge like drops of vinegar on my thorn-crowned soul mitigate its suffering. And be called an aloe. You know the labyrinthContinue reading “If I were a fool, and continue to be one, and be proud!: A poem “

Where do I stand with you all?: A poem

I know this travel/ travail, and my armour being the trappings to tolerate the jungle; even a jumble of deeds resonates, like fierce howls of wolves. The battle cry is no herald of victory, for a Trappist who retained his austerity but forgot his silence. My Goddess has sensed my frugality of action turning into friction! She cautions me, but leaves me to my own devices. I am Platonic inContinue reading “Where do I stand with you all?: A poem “