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 “
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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 “
It is four months into 2026; I want my mother’s help to ramshackle the villains!: A poem
You know my mother was an honest 2026; all over her soul; She was literal, never metaphorical, never conjugated to iambs of satire, mockery, or mudslinging. She had duty and honesty written all over her soul. They have always tried to make her seem disconnected with me; I know she has always been with me, no matter what! You know the maggotty faggotty sharksContinue reading “It is four months into 2026; I want my mother’s help to ramshackle the villains!: A poem “
God never reposes in ashes; he is forever Phoenix!: A poem
(I couldn’t be bothered wanting your fucking definitions of my aspirations! I don’t want any shit from the deceivers who mutilated me! Just get fucked! I have no left wings! Get fucked you imposters, that took what is mine, and want to instill a silence upon me, so that you can defraud me with your thieved (from me) offerings and propositions!Continue reading “God never reposes in ashes; he is forever Phoenix!: A poem “
Moon, I have no mirror of myself in you!: A poem
There is a stark stillness in the air, like as if it was portraying a death! But whose death? We have learnt to believe that Friday is a day of mourning. When do Muslims celebrate their Sabbath? Would Freyja feel ostentated by this? I can see the disillustrious crone of a Moon hold her bloody dagger with her hands behind her back! ButContinue reading “Moon, I have no mirror of myself in you!: A poem “
I am just sounding my warning bells, Thank you!: A poem
Here I am singing my song when I’m on the threshold of 62; even if all of you are stone deaf to my lyrics, except the ones who want to manipulate them (the lyrics) illegitimately in their favour, of course! If you all have any iota of morality in yourselves, or a sense of original spirit, without it being dampened byContinue reading “I am just sounding my warning bells, Thank you!: A poem “
Love to see Australia awash; the media certainly wants that!: A poem
Before God could even make his wish and complete his tribulation; they were all writing odes and making films to Allah Allah land. And the greens and Lefties were full of spirit; busking all over Europe and shining at 35! Could they have grown any older and wiser? Keir Starmer looks perpetually quizzed, doesn’t he? Merz looks like he is just about to burst into tears! Macron feels like hisContinue reading “Love to see Australia awash; the media certainly wants that!: A poem “
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