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How to be free and obtain freedom, O Gulliver?!: A poem

Would I walk in the woods of the night where I don’t know if the star-spangled sky are yellow lights signaling me in or shunting me out? If I had wisdom to perceive the ribaldry of a destiny compelled by villains? But I am not going to be contemptuous of the sky or the stars, even if I am disgraced with overlying treachery! Continue reading “How to be free and obtain freedom, O Gulliver?!: A poem “

The Goldilocks zone of you, my true love!: A poem

I dreamt I was cycling in a velodrome of words But then I suddenly broke into a barricade, a blind spot! But it turned out, it was a barrage, a rain! Would I run for cover, when ideograms, pictograms, glyphs, hieroglyphs, holograms, came rushing through the sky of my imagination? Would I be buried under? When I was only hopingContinue reading “The Goldilocks zone of you, my true love!: A poem “

There are 36 cards in a pack without the trumps and jokers!: A poem

You know I never tried my hand at calligraphy And I don’t think I have an expansive lexicon But isn’t it absurd we have only 26 letters in the English alphabet? So how does writing style become so imaginative with so little to depend on?! I believe you can make quite a construct with nothing. The entire subject of numerology is wrought fromContinue reading “There are 36 cards in a pack without the trumps and jokers!: A poem “

Even the trump in your hand can become a delusion!: A poem

I draw the universe out of my pocket and discover it is only a handkerchief! Does imagination sum up magic If one can trick another to believe that one can turn an uninspiring stick into a bouquet? Is magic a symbolic euphemism like drawing a hare from a hat instead of a trap-like rabbit hole, or turning a dagger into a rose! Can an act behave like a word,Continue reading “Even the trump in your hand can become a delusion!: A poem “

O Mother, you implicitly taught me to define love and forgiveness!: A poem

How many, Mother, would ever turn the other cheek, when in the unChristianity of the Word being swung by the sword and thrown out of the pulpits like a nausea/ vomit of lies that people around the world cherish a book (NT) that came from stolen foundations; their being stolen from their rightful owner! Mother, despite your Christianity in this lifetime, you hadContinue reading “O Mother, you implicitly taught me to define love and forgiveness!: A poem “

God knows whom to save!: A poem

My love is not an icicle, not a snowflake, not trapezing for cover in a snowstorm! But honey dew wherever it belongs in the cover of cherished ones. I have a typical answer to all your questions, if you seek my veracity in AI-generated inquisitions: My Mother Maria told me: “Let it be”, words of wisdom, even if she didn’t prefer complacence! I am just looking forContinue reading “God knows whom to save!: A poem “

So, I say a few things of endearment and love….: A poem

I never heard of leaves falling in September, back home in Mumbai; where there was summer throughout the year! And how it rained, as I saw my paper boats race only a little and then turn to shreds in the torrent. In Goa, in my school holidays, it was tropical paradise – coconut palms, mango trees, javaContinue reading “So, I say a few things of endearment and love….: A poem “

After all these decades, I look into a looking glass…: A poem

I peep into the looking glass And a world peeks back at me through it… A world slipping away And I say that is just as if it was every single day How it is getting more painful, all the way And does my reflection listen, if it may I think of you in the sunlight And I see so many shadows fight So many emotionsContinue reading “After all these decades, I look into a looking glass…: A poem “

Don’t just blindly judge; the overlying proof may not be the evidence!: A poem

There could have been askance, there could have been speculation, there could have been circumspection… But the personal functionality of a hero is in good faith Like despite falling into an enclosure, I still thought I had the key; there was hope in the captivity… Like to be free is only a perception. For, if you have a soul thatContinue reading “Don’t just blindly judge; the overlying proof may not be the evidence!: A poem “

O Mother, I wish not for a path foreclosed by enemies: A poem

O Mother, how do I take this path so foreclosed If I am left to conjecture this doorway that does not shut or open, but creaks of thieves, like an ajar crevice, and I certainly do not wish to squeeze through it? Would Enoch give away his mission of redeeming his elite because, else, there would be too much pain andContinue reading “O Mother, I wish not for a path foreclosed by enemies: A poem “