fiction

The Goldilocks zone of you, my true love!: A poem

I dreamt I was cycling in a velodrome of words But then I suddenly broke into a barricade, a blind spot! But it turned out, it was a barrage, a rain! Would I run for cover, when ideograms, pictograms, glyphs, hieroglyphs, holograms, came rushing through the sky of my imagination? Would I be buried under? When I was only hopingContinue reading “The Goldilocks zone of you, my true love!: A poem “

Even the trump in your hand can become a delusion!: A poem

I draw the universe out of my pocket and discover it is only a handkerchief! Does imagination sum up magic If one can trick another to believe that one can turn an uninspiring stick into a bouquet? Is magic a symbolic euphemism like drawing a hare from a hat instead of a trap-like rabbit hole, or turning a dagger into a rose! Can an act behave like a word,Continue reading “Even the trump in your hand can become a delusion!: 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 “

The stars; should they speak to verify mythology?!

Some suggest water has its own memory And what about being a being of life? Like Apsu, perhaps an alligator, or a river monster? And the leviathanic sea creature Tiamat! Were they a pair prone to battle; or were they like spiders, feeding on each other after the mating? O Tiamat, she was chaos! Early Egyptians drew the distinction between alligator and the behemothic hippo, whenContinue reading “The stars; should they speak to verify mythology?! “

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 “

I think of you, O great Dante Alighieri!: A poem

Did you discover your dolce stil nuovo was not in Latin but in Florentine. You had the courage to be unique, as different as a turtle dove among the pigeons. And nobody can conjecture who schooled you to be the genius that you were, achieving the title Of Il Sommo Poeta for posterity from your humble origins of Tuscan poetry, you also fraternised with the writings ofContinue reading “I think of you, O great Dante Alighieri!: 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 “

Sol Invictus; and the time between you and me my darling!: A poem

I have my divinity devolve to you and back again to me, like a game of passing the parcel between us! Must I reckon that a wondrous unpalatable eternity went on and out of the dimensions Like webs that form and must be acceptable Because sustenance became inexorable after the infiltration; and sin became indispensable! We are in an are not. Is it my dreamContinue reading “Sol Invictus; and the time between you and me my darling!: A poem “

Mother, will it ever play `Believe’?: A poem

Mother, looks like nothing’s gonna change! Everything’s gonna remain just the same! I sit hopelessly atop a mountain seeing a rabid civilisation eat up my vegetation! Where stands creation in this thankless gobbledegook? I never got the praise reserved for a magnificent chef or cook! I was just salivated at by crooks! I hear the song playing: `Let it be!’ Did I ever hear you tell me that, Mother? I take example from how you servedContinue reading “Mother, will it ever play `Believe’?: A poem “

Me, Virgo, Monte Cyril Rodrigues!: A poem

I was born on the 8th of September 1964; under the sign of Virgo, but I was actually premature, at six-and-a-half months, so if I had wombed for the entire gestation; I’d have been born a Scorpio-Sagittarius cuspian! I am neither averse to any of the three signs, I just wonder if Mercury still rules me, then! Because at the timeContinue reading “Me, Virgo, Monte Cyril Rodrigues!: A poem “