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Would I volunteer with false advice for fish or moon; I am too kind; so, you thought I was your feeding spoon?: A poem

I shouldn’t take anyone’s advice! It seems to screw up my sacrifice! Have my boat turned over and around capsized, and then drowned? You can see what has become of true love like a shutdown dead end of an alcove! And I can see the grinning grimace on the face of all those who had me abased! Dad, I can’t have you in the cat’sContinue reading “Would I volunteer with false advice for fish or moon; I am too kind; so, you thought I was your feeding spoon?: 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 “

My happiness is like a delaytory clock that can’t be wound!: A poem

I wouldn’t give the Aristotelians the benefit of credit, in believing that happiness is a matter of your own endeavour! I just don’t think that happiness can be lauded in a dystopia. I just think that I had an amazing sense of humour through all my tribulations! Was Philip’s Macedonia, the root of Alexander’s megalomania? As if Aristotle would have schooled him in matters of conquest? And I am sure that Aristotle was significantly complacent compared to allContinue reading “My happiness is like a delaytory clock that can’t be wound!: A poem “

The erotic and the exotic: A poem

Do you think I want your tongues to make a fellatio on my soul and my possessions? I feel like making a hasty detour, every time you all try to get your gestapo on my getaways. I am just prone to tell you all the patience against this perversity can be abruptly paused. A Leftist Government that epitomises the deep sea should know where it stands in myContinue reading “The erotic and the exotic: A poem “

I only made a choice, but it took away my voice: A poem

How could I feel the gnawing, of grief in silence, without crying, and know that this illusion of being home was not mine, since there was no picture of you? And feel I reside with such unkind reservation that keeps me from not shattering the windows and plucking out the thunder from the skies without the lightning piercing my heart? What stores the gold of the soul I sharedContinue reading “I only made a choice, but it took away my voice: A poem “

I lived in unacknowledged kindness: A poem

I have a relentless windswept notion of life like a violinist suddenly losing his fiddle and retrieving it with sheer magic, as if he could airplay his creation, his music I asked myself did I have any exposure, a talent breaking out like a fledgling And I thought, I am so old. Never mind. What after aContinue reading “I lived in unacknowledged kindness: A poem “

The pivot of life…And I am brave not weary!: A poem

Did you witness a crunch time when all comes falling back at you; and you just thought you were the pinch-hitter. Now, the baseball cap made you realise your strengths. I am just batting like a friend (righteous mighty leader) in the distant West. I don’t detect any anomalies in an unnamed friendship! But the treachery against us, is also common ground! Right from the timeContinue reading “The pivot of life…And I am brave not weary!: A poem “

Would I be moonstruck? Would I be wonderstruck?: A poem

I was wondering tonight if I could watch the moon throw shadows in persuasion at me! I am limpid as air, but not limping water I am a chronic romancer, but no crone Would you believe that Allah got Parkinson’s in contagion with the crone he slept with? I am as moonstruck as wonderstruck, tonight that I chance toContinue reading “Would I be moonstruck? Would I be wonderstruck?: A poem “

The fire I wanted came with all that water; so, I moved on: A poem

I thought my aspiration was a distant country so far flung; that it was almost a never-never land That there were so many boundaries and walls between, that I was bound to be incarcerated somewhere as a trespasser. And should I spend my waning years imprisoned and despairing that there are no destinations to reach; to embrace the birdsContinue reading “The fire I wanted came with all that water; so, I moved on: A poem “