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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 “

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 “

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 “

I wouldn’t look up to the moon!: A poem

Do you see what they did to Pluto? Where do you think they thought they could shove my toes? Just like Nibiru landed on, and desecrated Iraq? And you’d think they’d force my cul-de-sac? Is Eden your myth or a reality that was abandoned by those lecherous alleged gods? Did they quit when the Ages played their odds? Did they think I would look upContinue reading “I wouldn’t look up to the moon!: A poem “

O Mother, the thought of you is like sitting by the fireplace!: A poem

O Mother, the thought of you is like sitting by the fireplace, an image of you – such innocence and simplicity in your face How you were so naive, you took everything so literally, yet you had a profound sense of dignity and equanimity in wisdom You had patience that was the axiom of your existence Continue reading “O Mother, the thought of you is like sitting by the fireplace!: A poem “

Good on you, Keanu Reeves: If you are a lover, you gotta be a fighter!: A poem

The first time I heard Tina Turner sing: We don’t need another hero! I wanted to drown it out in my rage. But I am seldom enraged! Even to those who maintain: I love, and I am no fighter! The true heroes of this world don’t like your Pacifistic subterfuge You can’t subset their courage, should you choose to defeat them through aContinue reading “Good on you, Keanu Reeves: If you are a lover, you gotta be a fighter!: A poem “

I just thought I sometimes feel like rushing, in all the waiting…: A poem

(I don’t think all blacks look like apes, I think Nicki Minaj looks beautiful! Some whites do look like trash, though, like Anthony Albanese!) Though we didn’t fall like binaries to the earth at the same time. I always knew you were hanging out there for me! So, I just kept waiting for the precious moment! And every beautiful 8th September, I wished with my head in the clouds, thought I could see you there! How lateContinue reading “I just thought I sometimes feel like rushing, in all the waiting…: A poem “

Would I volunteer with false advice for fish or moon; I am too kind; so, you thought I was your feeding spoon?: A poem

I shouldn’t take anyone’s advice! It seems to screw up my sacrifice! Have my boat turned over and around capsized, and then drowned? You can see what has become of true love like a shutdown dead end of an alcove! And I can see the grinning grimace on the face of all those who had me abased! Dad, I can’t have you in the cat’sContinue reading “Would I volunteer with false advice for fish or moon; I am too kind; so, you thought I was your feeding spoon?: A poem “