I just seem to feel like the summer heat is getting under my skin. But at least the yellow Crown of Thorns in my balcony has not died like the rest of my flowering plants; even though it doesn’t have its earlier glow. The petunias died; I didn’t even bid them bye! What is love and caring, without the personal feel! Would youContinue reading “I am simply baring to dare, if you should test my powers!: A poem “
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The cross-swords of love and hate, an obstacle or deserved ominous violent subtlety: A poem
I can make you think for yourselves But I can’t overwhelm your thinking with my pedagogue I am just no tradition of despots running propaganda The mean machine of today’s liberalism often assigns fascism to people with convictions. You can’t be prudish in being principled. Yes, there are donkeys that carry the burden of blame For all of you to earn your salvationContinue reading “The cross-swords of love and hate, an obstacle or deserved ominous violent subtlety: A poem “
Mother, I don’t care if I’m never reinstituted!: A poem
Mother, do you see the unanimous belief in the lie, I just couldn’t be watered down with it; nor could you We have semblance of the eternity locked in our soul Before we imprint ourselves by our dynamism, I revolt that the whole story will never be told. Who can I invoke, who can I name? There is none who befits my candour, when everyone I look up to is rendered lame Continue reading “Mother, I don’t care if I’m never reinstituted!: A poem “
I know courage always transmigrates: A poem
The age of chivalry is not dead for me For I know I never took my challenges lightly, but with the light of grace; felt the stranglehold of predators, but never felt strangulated, even when I felt my roomspace shrinking! You know that even my defeat is not my folly; you can’t fault me if I protest, Even thoughContinue reading “I know courage always transmigrates: A poem “
What do you think is my likelihood at decorum?: A poem
Am I deadwood gathering mould in a forest where it never rains, but is still damp and musty? Do I feel the circle of cells in my trunk collapse in lightless existence rung after rung and reduce me to a stump? Am I not coherent to any design? It may seem to many that I let go off myself… that I committed travesty on myself for not respecting my own aspiration…and would you fathomContinue reading “What do you think is my likelihood at decorum?: A poem “
Dear William Faulkner: Never be afraid…Likewise me!: A poem
You can believe and have faith, and have fear flushed out of the valves of your lion heart Would they think they could insinuate you if you did not fear? Or would you think they could honeytrap you? Did they try every means to get you? And you felt age is no barrier, not even undeserved punishment; even pain! There is too much to loseContinue reading “Dear William Faulkner: Never be afraid…Likewise me!: A poem “
What constituted the artistry of my soul?: A poem
All through the hectic vacuousness of my life, when I thought I had so little, so meagre, not even a half-filled glass; I didn’t question the lack of generosity of Fate. I am not even arrogant in my being above expectation. I am happy with the fructose of soulful wisdom, than the saccharine of the material. Did my art arise from lack ofContinue reading “What constituted the artistry of my soul?: A poem “
Mother, how can I live to abandon?: A poem
Mother, I didn’t erect gravestones for you, because, though you were so earthy, I knew you didn’t belong to this planet! So am I lost in such utter alienness, that I barely feel I walked beyond the planet’s threshold; what with so much fish around! I just could hope brother Jesus wouldn’t be called a fish; so, we could uphold our love for him! I am just feeling at aContinue reading “Mother, how can I live to abandon?: A poem “
I am just levitated in levities: A poem
(Thanks to evils like Anthony Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul!) You know, how can I love so much when love can only be a folly to loss? Do you think it is my fault, to wear my heart on my sleeve? I only beget pain when it takes leave! Do you think my love is a besottment that should be punished? I don’t think myContinue reading “I am just levitated in levities: A poem “
In this pain, I try to envision humour and poetry!: A poem
I am continuously writhing in a warp of pain as if to stretch every membrane I want to explode like the memory of that great God-particle, I once was. But I still only writhe in pain, in the stillness of my soul; that has copped it for eternity. And I feel the wreaths of helplessness, in my predicament, that I, myself, chose –Continue reading “In this pain, I try to envision humour and poetry!: A poem “
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