literature

Anne Grey Sexton, your beautiful confessionalism looks stoic, just like my brave self-narrative!: A poem

Do poets share sometimes a twinning as also a contrariness in their ambiguous ambivalence(?)? Like a hearse slowly pulling away in its aloneness (and freedom?); does a corpse feel alone in death or finally freed? Like the blackness of the vehicle that takes it into its sombre grave to be buried into an earth (or into an unimagined dimension more palpably expansive and intense?). What do we think is death? Is it a moment of sobriety, that reflects on theContinue reading “Anne Grey Sexton, your beautiful confessionalism looks stoic, just like my brave self-narrative!: A poem “

In my scruples, I have not the conundrum of Sylvia Plath’s fig tree: A poem

I have no paint on my face, though I’ve been clowning and acrobatting in a cirque de soleil, where even the Sun has little to cheer about! And the audience is perpetually dismayed, yet keen observers. I am sitting on the crotch of a fig tree that is asking for me to shake it down, so that all the fruit come Continue reading “In my scruples, I have not the conundrum of Sylvia Plath’s fig tree: A poem “

LeoTolstoy, Introversion, Extroversion and Existence; markers and pivots, War and Peace!: A poem

What are the markers of life, as you float in aspiration, constructs narrated by a society of norms that convince you to believe in them. When religion fails you, and faith seems possessed only by the need to achieve that this should be the ultimate fate you live for! You carved out singularly sensitive tales of human life, brought forth by your own creative soul; butContinue reading “LeoTolstoy, Introversion, Extroversion and Existence; markers and pivots, War and Peace!: A poem “

Jashmina, I thought Sylvia Plath would resonate with you!: A poem

Do you know Jashmina, there can be no life in hating and vengeance; but submitting to evil is certain death! You should understand what I am trying to tell you? So, suffering that comes from belief is not a crime against one’s honour; but the fighting bravery of retaining it! Did you know Sylvia Plath hated her father?! She never forgave him to her dying day, when she committed suicide! And she triedContinue reading “Jashmina, I thought Sylvia Plath would resonate with you!: A poem “

Dear Sylvia Plath, do you think wishing for everything or nothing; either can take away the loneliness?: A poem

Dear Sylvia Plath, I see you walking in an autumnal sunrise wishing; and then, that you hadn’t bothered wishing, after all, Because you could tell that everything you wished for was an evaporation, nothingness. Since you already knew there was a completeness in expecting nothing from anyone. I could say, you become God in your belonging to yourself. I heard you plead to theContinue reading “Dear Sylvia Plath, do you think wishing for everything or nothing; either can take away the loneliness?: A poem “

Don of La Mancha; and the windmills were a watery deluge!: A poem

Would you believe that I am an illusionist as much as I am fed by illusions? Would you have my powers to discern blindfolded and deluded, then? I have never just begun to realise the dichotomy of my love and loyalties, or the perversion of my spiritedness, the manipulation of my thoughts, words and deeds to suit treachery I have understood in myContinue reading “Don of La Mancha; and the windmills were a watery deluge!: A poem “

Please Sartre, Camus, no existentialism for me!: A poem

Would you think the flowers in your garden all bloomed regardless of the season. Or you ever cursed when the storm broke over your home, and you were left with a loss of life or value as just an accident; that you begin to realise that life and death are not just pennies of providence without meaning. Have you realised that you hadContinue reading “Please Sartre, Camus, no existentialism for me!: A poem “