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 “
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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 “
Those pangs of losing; can sadness be overcome?: A poem
I remember the flame on the festooned candle of a communion that I failed to have faith in somewhere in my growing years, not out of disillusion, but out of a faint conviction; Like a nebula that breaks out from its gaseousness to take on the clarity of stars. Somehow, I always felt that I was my ownContinue reading “Those pangs of losing; can sadness be overcome?: A poem “
Sometimes, to walk backward as much as forward!: A poem
Do you think anyone can invalidate candour or honesty? Is a memory an illusion or a reality, that you’ve picked up from some distant recollection? How the stars exist in our vision beyond their lifetimes? Do you think I would just hastily valediction a past because it brings me pangs of pain. There is a love that overlaps every brigade of change. From times when there was no script,Continue reading “Sometimes, to walk backward as much as forward!: A poem “
Hey Epicurus, may I have your attention please!: A poem
I am sure you were rolling in your grave when they callously linked you to a sort of Hedonism! How this mangled rhetoric on your philosophy took away your essence! I know what it takes to be precluded and maligned by witnesses to your righteousness that use the default of their ruthless power against you! Have you chosen happiness above all, that itContinue reading “Hey Epicurus, may I have your attention please!: A poem “
The fire I wanted came with all that water; so, I moved on: A poem
I thought my aspiration was a distant country so far flung; that it was almost a never-never land That there were so many boundaries and walls between, that I was bound to be incarcerated somewhere as a trespasser. And should I spend my waning years imprisoned and despairing that there are no destinations to reach; to embrace the birdsContinue reading “The fire I wanted came with all that water; so, I moved on: A poem “
Me and You and a dog named Phunnu: A poem
I could have woken in a Dionysian dream laughing at the drunkenness of footloose And invoked every lesser god in indulgences that involved the orgy of souls transcribing lyrics of metaphysics, and beyond that wisdom of sacred mysteries. Even when I was a child, I harboured a solitude of soul that surpassed the latitudes of ordinary knowledge You can see I did not possess theContinue reading “Me and You and a dog named Phunnu: A poem “
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