I think of departure with words, A brief, leaving me gasping for more! And time’s treachery leaves so much abrupt And the treachery of humanity even more so; But I think my jetliner must depart… to some place where I’m not sure I’ll end up This is a bad start…and a false start…with no finish line! But I am in a painfulContinue reading “Time for departure!: A poem “
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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 “
I won’t be a shadow of myself, despite all the wicked shadow play!!: A poem
If my words could hang on a clotheshorse, then, what would my poetry be? Would it be an ode to the sterile laundromat or a lyric to dirty linen? I don’t even wash my hands regularly (too often); I think it is the guilty, who indulge in that pastime! I, sometimes, feel like a beast bestowed with belligerence. You know when too much injusticeContinue reading “I won’t be a shadow of myself, despite all the wicked shadow play!!: A poem “
Am I O(!) so brave…!: A poem
Back in school – was I so brave? Even as I remember counting the strands of the universe to recollect my past lives! Is bravery acquired(?)… or does it need to be remembered, retrieved from the flakes of your gene pool, DNA or RNA? I just think this world is not conditioned to understand bravery!Continue reading “Am I O(!) so brave…!: A poem “
Mother, if I found you again…Of course, I will: A poem
Someday, I may percolate like a distillation, into the substance-quotient of a remarkable chemical gravity! And then, I will know that I am not merely residual, but the entire process of transformation Itself! This endlessness of it, being my alchemy. And you can see at every end, the Phoenix rises for a new beginning. It isContinue reading “Mother, if I found you again…Of course, I will: 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 “
What is homesickness, nostalgia…?: A poem
There are somethings I am nostalgic about, and other things that I am not! They say, the immensity and intensity of India can never be forgotten, even if foregone. There is something indefinitive about being Indian, that cuts you out as Brown, right from toe to crown! Remember, those old school notebook covers? How brown they were? IContinue reading “What is homesickness, nostalgia…?: A poem “
Kierkegaard, you liked to please yourself as Hermit, what sort of?: A poem
Kierkegaard, I see yourself enraptured in the mildewed woods of your own unexonerable crutch; like a river that salinates before it reaches the ocean; and I fail to salivate in agreement with your theses! You liked to believe you were a Hermit? What sort of? I’d like to rally that existentialism is an excuse for existence in discordance with purity of self. I amContinue reading “Kierkegaard, you liked to please yourself as Hermit, what sort of?: A poem “
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