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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On Fascism, Democracy, and the unrighteous Leftist Church!: A poem
Fascists are decried as fascists, because Democracy is a poverty of imagination, lost like an island in a sea of populistic self-glorifying Leftist (Communistic) dogma, that has now found ample amenability with the Church! This populism, that so pervades, that altogether fails to make your dreams a reality; But has you, with clandestine sinisterism, believe that your vote counts! I don’t thinkContinue reading “On Fascism, Democracy, and the unrighteous Leftist Church!: A poem “
A matter of migration and Mum: A poem
I walked the streets of my neighbourhood, in Mumbai, along with friends; and we often went picnicking on the beachfront, sharing cigarettes, and birthday parties! We were a thick group, but didn’t realise how casually we fell apart! I had no sustained pattern of loyalties, allegiances (but for one particular friend); Even patriotism was a dim word only refreshed at the 15th of AugustContinue reading “A matter of migration and Mum: A poem “
This, my oath and missive: A poem
(Trump, strange negative things have been happening to my body with those two injections, it is a long list I cannot enumerate! Thank you. Must I bear the consequences for other people’s sins! And must I not take my own recourse to revenge(!) and continue to persevere to be patient at my own cost!) These bridges I will never burn, these beaten paths trodden The famished soul soContinue reading “This, my oath and missive: A poem “
I think of my options, after much patience and restraint!: A poem
The evil thief and treacheriser took all that was mine. In his hand, his rapining blade was his lease, his lifeline! God lived in spaces, heretofore, sublime! His cup was grail, and, in it, the swirling juices were divine! And such was misfortune, couldn’t call a free tune. Not even honey was sweet taste, when all was taken too soon! Job would rather be a hob(o)Continue reading “I think of my options, after much patience and restraint!: A poem “
Consubstantiation: A poem
Where does a beginning begin, if it is self-consolatory to pick up a piece in the middle and be lost in the impression that it is the beginning! If you can rally around the underscored fact that truth must have had a beginning itself… Or could it have zeroed in, becoming itself without a beginning, evolving out of a chasm ofContinue reading “Consubstantiation: A poem “
Dad, I fear this vessel of milk is splitting: A poem
I was locked in a dream, a consolate dream; that, though, you were lost to me in this lifetime, I thought I’d stumble upon you, somehow, in the alleys of time. As if in cavorting without a touted aspiration, I’d simply conjure up a fate! That, should you be in my arms, as my son again! The vainglory of this aspiration is all but in vain now,Continue reading “Dad, I fear this vessel of milk is splitting: A poem “
The truth is never appreciated; my kindness was always misjudged: A poem
You know, I have dabbled, at times, in self-praise; It was because, so often, my self-worth had taken a beating at the hands of the vilest treachery! I always felt the need to do what was imminent to the necessity of the day! And, for it, I discovered I was the bravest person in the world; but unacknowledged for it! You knowContinue reading “The truth is never appreciated; my kindness was always misjudged: A poem “
Dad, there is nothing hollow in the purity of belief!: A poem
O my poor Dad! What is the habitability zone? I gave you Olympus, but how could we have become like clouds dispersing from one another in the torrential rain? I am not going to freeze in such disparateness, I swear! I am not mothballing like an old trainwreck! All the inconvenience of the ages, all the trapezing and walking on Continue reading “Dad, there is nothing hollow in the purity of belief!: A poem “
It is four months into 2026; I want my mother’s help to ramshackle the villains!: A poem
You know my mother was an honest 2026; all over her soul; She was literal, never metaphorical, never conjugated to iambs of satire, mockery, or mudslinging. She had duty and honesty written all over her soul. They have always tried to make her seem disconnected with me; I know she has always been with me, no matter what! You know the maggotty faggotty sharksContinue reading “It is four months into 2026; I want my mother’s help to ramshackle the villains!: A poem “
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