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Mother, will it ever play `Believe’?: A poem 

Mother, looks like nothing’s gonna change!  Everything’s gonna remain just the same!  I sit hopelessly atop a mountain  seeing a rabid civilisation eat up my vegetation!  Where stands creation in this thankless gobbledegook?  I never got the praise reserved for a magnificent chef or cook!  I was just salivated at by crooks!  I hear the song playing: `Let it be!’  Did I ever hear you tell me that, Mother?  I take example from how you servedContinue reading “Mother, will it ever play `Believe’?: A poem “

I ask you all some pertinent questions!: A poem 

Do you think I am feeling pensive, wistful or  resigned at the machines in my garden, if I  were to believe they were doing more than just  pruning my hedgerows? I swear, I can feel sure to  react when I get the telepathic feeling stating: Honey,  they are shrinking your kids!!! So, would they hold it  against me if I did not open my door to the plumber, Continue reading “I ask you all some pertinent questions!: A poem “

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 “

Me, Virgo, Monte Cyril Rodrigues!: A poem 

I was born on the 8th of September 1964;  under the sign of Virgo, but I was actually  premature, at six-and-a-half months, so if  I had wombed for the entire gestation; I’d  have been born a Scorpio-Sagittarius cuspian!  I am neither averse to any of the three signs,  I just wonder if Mercury still rules me, then!  Because at the timeContinue reading “Me, Virgo, Monte Cyril Rodrigues!: A poem “

My Dad, my True Love, and me: A poem 

What did I inherit from my Dad?  Some people say I remind them of him!  But as I look at myself in the mirror  I see no similarity, maybe I just can’t tell!  He was always a story of past remembrances  of the story of Dad and son, repeated every time  in the hallways of history, recountable raconteuring in silence  There are no mythsContinue reading “My Dad, my True Love, and me: A poem “

I tell you all: It is getting too late!: A poem 

You know the caretakers of your instinct  are filling up your life  by submerging you in instinctive drive  How do they reckon they feel your pulse  of your impulse, to manipulate your desires –  make them your aspirations, even ambition!  Do they rip apart your fledgling astuteness,  so that you don’t even know what your mothering  and are eager toContinue reading “I tell you all: It is getting too late!: A poem “

The heart has courage of stone, but I am not stone-hearted!: A poem 

Mother, I don’t know if I learnt courage from you,  but I definitely imbibed a sense of duty from you!  And isn’t there immense courage in doing one’s duty?  I have inherited innocence from you, and yet much astuteness  These are complex contradictions and yet livable maxims  I am a cornucopia that’s earned the moniker of being hard-hearted  Seldom, does anyone see the gifts in me, that are farContinue reading “The heart has courage of stone, but I am not stone-hearted!: A poem “

Should I linger, despite my reluctance?: A poem 

Do you know, I was thinking of going away  far from here, where I felt you took the halo  off my grounds, off my crown! I was like a  garden devoid of leaves and flowers, only  hedgerows, reminding me of a rectangular  maze with only blind alleys. I looked over   my fences and saw the luxuriance of other  gardens, butContinue reading “Should I linger, despite my reluctance?: A poem “

Is Porky the Pig welcome in La La Land!: A poem 

I don’t care if they grow green beans on the Moon,  in the future! Its scant atmosphere is no wafter  up my rafter. They used it as the heraldry of love,   intuition, Sophia’s wisdom. I didn’t care even to  stare at the wolves getting lunatic pangs with  blood on their teeth. I just like the pince nez   on my nose, withoutContinue reading “Is Porky the Pig welcome in La La Land!: A poem “

All those seventies’ lyrics in time in Mumbai: A nostalgia 

There was that old Persian bakery that Dad took me to  in Bycullla, near my school; where they served bread  pudding. And I remember that it (the restaurant) had the sweetest of smells –  of creamy crusty rolls, like a patisserie. It also had a juke box!  That was the only restaurant in Byculla, I knew of, that had  a juke box! AndContinue reading “All those seventies’ lyrics in time in Mumbai: A nostalgia “