What did I inherit from my Dad? Some people say I remind them of him! But as I look at myself in the mirror I see no similarity, maybe I just can’t tell! He was always a story of past remembrances of the story of Dad and son, repeated every time in the hallways of history, recountable raconteuring in silence There are no mythsContinue reading “My Dad, my True Love, and me: A poem “
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The Great Gatsby: A poem
Going morally declinative can decrepit the structure of civilisation’s soul such that nothing embraces dignity in a degenerate edifice that man builds purely for acquisition and not for dignified presence. You can see that too much overambitious zeal can only cause obtuse evil to flourish while intelligent soulful righteousness can be rendered dysfunctional. It is not as if religious pulpits are a vestigeContinue reading “The Great Gatsby: A poem “
Should I linger, despite my reluctance?: A poem
Do you know, I was thinking of going away far from here, where I felt you took the halo off my grounds, off my crown! I was like a garden devoid of leaves and flowers, only hedgerows, reminding me of a rectangular maze with only blind alleys. I looked over my fences and saw the luxuriance of other gardens, butContinue reading “Should I linger, despite my reluctance?: A poem “
Is Porky the Pig welcome in La La Land!: A poem
I don’t care if they grow green beans on the Moon, in the future! Its scant atmosphere is no wafter up my rafter. They used it as the heraldry of love, intuition, Sophia’s wisdom. I didn’t care even to stare at the wolves getting lunatic pangs with blood on their teeth. I just like the pince nez on my nose, withoutContinue reading “Is Porky the Pig welcome in La La Land!: A poem “
All those seventies’ lyrics in time in Mumbai: A nostalgia
There was that old Persian bakery that Dad took me to in Bycullla, near my school; where they served bread pudding. And I remember that it (the restaurant) had the sweetest of smells – of creamy crusty rolls, like a patisserie. It also had a juke box! That was the only restaurant in Byculla, I knew of, that had a juke box! AndContinue reading “All those seventies’ lyrics in time in Mumbai: A nostalgia “
Time for departure!: A poem
I think of departure with words, A brief, leaving me gasping for more! And time’s treachery leaves so much abrupt And the treachery of humanity even more so; But I think my jetliner must depart… to some place where I’m not sure I’ll end up This is a bad start…and a false start…with no finish line! But I am in a painfulContinue reading “Time for departure!: A poem “
Oh! How I remember Mars!: A poem
If I could remember a land that was as warm as a cherry-tree, but not red alone, and never dead! But rainbows of every hue, cascading over mountains and streams, and valleys meant to be the receptacles of fecund civilisations. Civilisations that basked in advancement while also honouring their rusticity! The childhood laughter rang in its alleys, like those starships flying in its skies; Continue reading “Oh! How I remember Mars!: A poem “
Mother, if I found you again…Of course, I will: A poem
Someday, I may percolate like a distillation, into the substance-quotient of a remarkable chemical gravity! And then, I will know that I am not merely residual, but the entire process of transformation Itself! This endlessness of it, being my alchemy. And you can see at every end, the Phoenix rises for a new beginning. It isContinue reading “Mother, if I found you again…Of course, I will: A poem “
The truth is never appreciated; my kindness was always misjudged: A poem
You know, I have dabbled, at times, in self-praise; It was because, so often, my self-worth had taken a beating at the hands of the vilest treachery! I always felt the need to do what was imminent to the necessity of the day! And, for it, I discovered I was the bravest person in the world; but unacknowledged for it! You knowContinue reading “The truth is never appreciated; my kindness was always misjudged: A poem “
Dad, there is nothing hollow in the purity of belief!: A poem
O my poor Dad! What is the habitability zone? I gave you Olympus, but how could we have become like clouds dispersing from one another in the torrential rain? I am not going to freeze in such disparateness, I swear! I am not mothballing like an old trainwreck! All the inconvenience of the ages, all the trapezing and walking on Continue reading “Dad, there is nothing hollow in the purity of belief!: A poem “
