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You should all shut up with your hypocrisy and treason!: A poem

Did you know I was like King Lear who divided all his love, between you all and lost everything, to a tragic betrayal? Did you feel thorn-pricked at any moment when I was eternally cold and despairing feeling the pangs of excruciating pain and I survived it all, only to save your souls? You have allContinue reading “You should all shut up with your hypocrisy and treason!: A poem “

I am sorry Coalition; you know that your oblivion is not my crime!: A poem

I live in the air of the night. Like I was in a closet, shut out from the noises of life. It is as if I can imagine my cloistered legspace winding up in a roominess of strange thoughts from inklings of the day. And I feel encumbrances of emotions and awareness love, grief, pain, excitement, benevolence, odiousness, generosity, rage, brevity and longevity. Like allContinue reading “I am sorry Coalition; you know that your oblivion is not my crime!: A poem “

Elections are never honest!: A poem

Evil thinks God’s Kings are not nice things. By definition, how does evil qualify its own evil? And how does evil qualify the contradictory righteous! You may all have believed in the clergy and Papal edict in the past; Now you believe in the vilest propaganda! Men like to believe they are Masters; God didn’t hasten to disguise his repulsion, but was patient, when undeserving Men were made Kings! Continue reading “Elections are never honest!: A poem “

What is the geography of God’s ultimatum?: A poem

What is the quantum spin between you and me? Should I take it that every transmigration of existence died like a Schrodinger’s cat, after it broke out of the box? You may think if it’s virtual reality, or the invisibility of true form grating its way against space-time and gathering mass? I know and believe in formations that exist asContinue reading “What is the geography of God’s ultimatum?: A poem “

In this pain, I try to envision humour and poetry!: A poem

I am continuously writhing in a warp of pain as if to stretch every membrane I want to explode like the memory of that great God-particle, I once was. But I still only writhe in pain, in the stillness of my soul; that has copped it for eternity. And I feel the wreaths of helplessness, in my predicament, that I, myself, chose –Continue reading “In this pain, I try to envision humour and poetry!: A poem “

And should you know two millennia belonged to Paul, not Jesus!: A poem

Did all the nuns at Sunday School help you get your sign of the cross to practised perfection? And did they teach you to end it with an Aye-men! Sometimes Christianity, for all its lies, can be candid. But they didn’t tell you Amen came from the Egyptian Amun! I just think Christianity is a religion that gropes on all fours asContinue reading “And should you know two millennia belonged to Paul, not Jesus!: A poem “

How fortunate is evil?!: A poem

(To Anthony Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul, the protagonists of evil…) Do you think I must bathe in the desertification of my soul? It seems like an agony of eternity! Should I lay the wreath on my own grave! That God should walk again and again, bravely to his fate where the entrails of time only ever-lastinglyContinue reading “How fortunate is evil?!: A poem “

Hey Epicurus, may I have your attention please!: A poem

I am sure you were rolling in your grave when they callously linked you to a sort of Hedonism! How this mangled rhetoric on your philosophy took away your essence! I know what it takes to be precluded and maligned by witnesses to your righteousness that use the default of their ruthless power against you! Have you chosen happiness above all, that itContinue reading “Hey Epicurus, may I have your attention please!: A poem “

When I have lost everything; and begun to understand!: A poem

When I have lost everything, and understood the valiance of my soul. That I didn’t wait for the spring to come to see the seeds sprout into proud and tender saplings Did I think pride was in suffering so much and never gaining anything from it, but the tenderness of being nothingness, like an old warrior who wants to accept noContinue reading “When I have lost everything; and begun to understand!: A poem “

Thank you, Oscar Wilde; if its either opportunity or circumstance!: A poem

Quote Oscar Wilde “To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that’s all” I can think of existence as a magnified wheel in a nutshell. We have not the idea of the bigger picture and we magnify the small. You can say your poetry was living and expressive! And I can say mine isContinue reading “Thank you, Oscar Wilde; if its either opportunity or circumstance!: A poem “