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All about this world’s existentialism!: A poem

I see the world like a forlorn tree at my window; and I think I shouldn’t wander toward it to pick its fruit. I live battered by a battery of aspirations and refusing to clothe myself in them. The world charge sheeted me before for my hesitation and alleged travesty, I didn’t defend my case with explanations. You keep blaming me over again! I am not anContinue reading “All about this world’s existentialism!: A poem “

Can I not depend on anybody?: A poem

You are all subjecting me to a falsification of my values. My poor axioms and principles like an island surrounded by an antagonistic, hostile sea! Or by a maze, where I can’t seem to find the Minotaur Who will befriend me and raise my coat of arms! Is any heraldry of me, meant to be?! That you all expect me to carry theContinue reading “Can I not depend on anybody?: A poem “

If I advocated for myself, it was only in vitrescent!: A poem

I discovered I couldn’t bite the wind with my teeth; but I could swallow it gustily into my lungs! I discovered I became altogether ambidextrous with my penchant for nothingness! It is as if by accident you realise your abilities are more than what they seemed to even yourself; like circumstantial evidence that speaks volumes of your being, no mere brick wall, Continue reading “If I advocated for myself, it was only in vitrescent!: A poem “

You know, I walked through life like a phantom…: A poem

You know I walked through life like a phantom in an opera revolting against their validation of me in silent reprisal! There was always that salient guerilla warfarer in me; seemingly truant, seemingly absconding from their imposing measures on me!! You know the swamps want to amplify the message to me…that I have no recourse to anything or anyone, but toContinue reading “You know, I walked through life like a phantom…: A poem “

If I were unable, I am still capable, only reluctant…:A poem

(Look how Albanese is pretending that he is losing…only to capitalise and bodygrab, the morphing creep!) Somebody told me that I look so arbutus arabesque in my simple visage. And, all of a sudden, I feel all that propositioning coming whistling back at me; which I don’t intend to follow. Like I feel so stable, steady, like an undulating AC/ DC current electrifyingContinue reading “If I were unable, I am still capable, only reluctant…:A poem “

I am a survivor; and still in one piece!: A poem

(Prakash Saint Paul, you are a very small-hearted person, in fact, you have no heart or soul at all! You only pretend to be the sun because you want to eat all you can get to eat!) I see a light shining on my face And I feel transfixed by it like a meadow hare thatContinue reading “I am a survivor; and still in one piece!: A poem “