I remember those lazy days with slow-rolling bullock carts queuing up on those dilapidated streets. There were more bullock carts then cars, then! Those streets that would be repaired only if totally outworn. And the hazard of environmental hygiene being last on people’s minds. What could be done when there were not enough loos for a fast-overpopulating nation! I didn’t even like cricket, but I sneaked into neighbours’ homes just forContinue reading “All about India and my life in this lifetime!: A poem “
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Memory is like your roots, but how far?: A poem
(Could they be still trying to take away my Godhood from me?) Did you think it was only nostalgia And you panged to revisit, in spite of the sadness and pain it caused you Did the eternity blacken out every rock that causes you to shiver as if it thought it (the memory) better be dropped like shells that hide the nut of you, so, but you still retain, still being a somewhat wholesome gift of the past inContinue reading “Memory is like your roots, but how far?: A poem “
You know Milo of Croton, I am much too strong even for you!: A poem
There was Milo of Croton, so strong that he won Olympic titles six-times over, and innumerably so many other titles, his legend was carved in statues and romantic literature down the ages. He even carried his own bronze statue. I have not sought fame and yet borne immense burdens! You know Milo, you only started with carrying a calfContinue reading “You know Milo of Croton, I am much too strong even for you!: A poem “
Just a lesson in self-perspective, not a treatise in expression of grief!: A poem
I know there are limits to fortitude, to the ability to endure pain. Especially when you think you have no recourse to anyone; or you simply don’t want to express your emotion. How do you emote (to calibrate pain in the baldness of expression), as if its expression, itself, would leave you inconvenienced and sanguinelessly frustrated! And your pain is so myriad that you can’t even locate it; That its sensationContinue reading “Just a lesson in self-perspective, not a treatise in expression of grief!: A poem “
If I were a fool, and continue to be one, and be proud!: A poem
Look at me, and my tunic with all its wormholes! These wormholes to posterity; where I witness my birth and death and resurrection; in a timescale of a moment. So that I know my own defeat, as a purpose! That this knowledge like drops of vinegar on my thorn-crowned soul mitigate its suffering. And be called an aloe. You know the labyrinthContinue reading “If I were a fool, and continue to be one, and be proud!: A poem “
In the valley of words; and mountains of ideas!: A poem
Does a word fulfil an expression? Does an expression fulfil a thought? How benign is an expletive compared to the sense of actual anger, bitterness? Do you feel that an expression is only assuaged by its exhibition? Does, then, expression mitigate angst? Or do we ignore the frustration of dissatisfied resonance without the beat of the pulse and carry on with the swordsContinue reading “In the valley of words; and mountains of ideas!: A poem “
If you could all call a Mango!: A poem
Did I hang around the big bang? Was I honky tonk before rock and roll sang? Did I create my sugar and honey? Or did it give me diabetes? Was the singularity more than just a trinity? Did I create Mum and Dad, or was it them before me? Sometimes, I wake up singing at three? How should I know, the Trumps willContinue reading “If you could all call a Mango!: A poem “
There was a time when I felt inhibited by the Sun!: A poem
There was a time when I felt inhibited by the sun It was not because I didn’t like Sol Invictus; but I had knowledge that poor him was taken by an imposter. Now, I prefer long sunny days of Summer, where dawn breaks early and dusk comes late. I no longer feel postured by the fact that the Sun isContinue reading “There was a time when I felt inhibited by the Sun!: A poem “
I’m sorry, English is not my language; I have my own unique lingo!: A poem
Do you conjecture I only waste words on my blogsite while I am always silent in a manner of speaking? Is that golden? The brashness of putting the truth down on paper, is that it will always be used as evidence against you by treacherous conspirators! So do you think I am baulked between bastions? I can beContinue reading “I’m sorry, English is not my language; I have my own unique lingo!: A poem “
This January, This May, This September!: A poem
When I lived in the northern hemisphere, in a land of spice, milk and honey, I respected the mild-tempered January, the heat of May and the equanimity of September. As if their ambience remained illustratively pervading all through the year. Like a waterless rain of love, and more significantly, a reign. Like childhood’s enchanted chrysalis forming every day. MumContinue reading “This January, This May, This September!: A poem “
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