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You know Milo of Croton, I am much too strong even for you!: A poem

There was Milo of Croton, so strong that he won Olympic titles six-times over, and innumerably so many other titles, his legend was carved in statues and romantic literature down the ages. He even carried his own bronze statue. I have not sought fame and yet borne immense burdens! You know Milo, you only started with carrying a calfContinue reading “You know Milo of Croton, I am much too strong even for you!: A poem “

Just a lesson in self-perspective, not a treatise in expression of grief!: A poem

I know there are limits to fortitude, to the ability to endure pain. Especially when you think you have no recourse to anyone; or you simply don’t want to express your emotion. How do you emote (to calibrate pain in the baldness of expression), as if its expression, itself, would leave you inconvenienced and sanguinelessly frustrated! And your pain is so myriad that you can’t even locate it; That its sensationContinue reading “Just a lesson in self-perspective, not a treatise in expression of grief!: A poem “

If I were a fool, and continue to be one, and be proud!: A poem

Look at me, and my tunic with all its wormholes! These wormholes to posterity; where I witness my birth and death and resurrection; in a timescale of a moment. So that I know my own defeat, as a purpose! That this knowledge like drops of vinegar on my thorn-crowned soul mitigate its suffering. And be called an aloe. You know the labyrinthContinue reading “If I were a fool, and continue to be one, and be proud!: A poem “

In the valley of words; and mountains of ideas!: A poem

Does a word fulfil an expression? Does an expression fulfil a thought? How benign is an expletive compared to the sense of actual anger, bitterness? Do you feel that an expression is only assuaged by its exhibition? Does, then, expression mitigate angst? Or do we ignore the frustration of dissatisfied resonance without the beat of the pulse and carry on with the swordsContinue reading “In the valley of words; and mountains of ideas!: A poem “

If you could all call a Mango!: A poem

Did I hang around the big bang? Was I honky tonk before rock and roll sang? Did I create my sugar and honey? Or did it give me diabetes? Was the singularity more than just a trinity? Did I create Mum and Dad, or was it them before me? Sometimes, I wake up singing at three? How should I know, the Trumps willContinue reading “If you could all call a Mango!: A poem “

There was a time when I felt inhibited by the Sun!: A poem

There was a time when I felt inhibited by the sun It was not because I didn’t like Sol Invictus; but I had knowledge that poor him was taken by an imposter. Now, I prefer long sunny days of Summer, where dawn breaks early and dusk comes late. I no longer feel postured by the fact that the Sun isContinue reading “There was a time when I felt inhibited by the Sun!: A poem “

I’m sorry, English is not my language; I have my own unique lingo!: A poem

Do you conjecture I only waste words on my blogsite while I am always silent in a manner of speaking? Is that golden? The brashness of putting the truth down on paper, is that it will always be used as evidence against you by treacherous conspirators! So do you think I am baulked between bastions? I can beContinue reading “I’m sorry, English is not my language; I have my own unique lingo!: A poem “

This January, This May, This September!: A poem

When I lived in the northern hemisphere, in a land of spice, milk and honey, I respected the mild-tempered January, the heat of May and the equanimity of September. As if their ambience remained illustratively pervading all through the year. Like a waterless rain of love, and more significantly, a reign. Like childhood’s enchanted chrysalis forming every day. MumContinue reading “This January, This May, This September!: A poem “

I wouldn’t look up to the moon!: A poem

Do you see what they did to Pluto? Where do you think they thought they could shove my toes? Just like Nibiru landed on, and desecrated Iraq? And you’d think they’d force my cul-de-sac? Is Eden your myth or a reality that was abandoned by those lecherous alleged gods? Did they quit when the Ages played their odds? Did they think I would look upContinue reading “I wouldn’t look up to the moon!: A poem “

Hey Nietzsche, we just don’t only share aphorisms of beliefs…: A poem

Hey, Nietzsche! We just don’t share aphorisms of belief, we share a profound understanding of the truth! Unlike you, what I say has never been heard! But like you I have been terribly maligned! We can say that the lie has outgrown us all It is so tall that it no longer can be beheaded And you know the imposters would rather have usContinue reading “Hey Nietzsche, we just don’t only share aphorisms of beliefs…: A poem “