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O Dad, how you were always there for us!!: A poem

O Dad! I remember that day when I badly twisted my right wrist while playing soccer Mum was all panic and hysterical when she saw my hurt hand. My sister, Meena, rushed me to hospital. We didn’t even have a telephone, then, to contact you while you were at work! I needed surgery. Unfortunately, they did not fix it correctly! So, I spent a wholeContinue reading “O Dad, how you were always there for us!!: A poem “

Mother, we have an illusion of too much sunlight; when there is too little starlight in the darkness!: A poem

Mother, we have an illusion of too much sunlight, when, actually, there is too little starlight in an overwhelming darkness! Do you think there was only darkness in the Church-imposed dark ages? How every modernity that humanity pursued only saw the darkness’ persistence in one form or the other? Did you hold me in your arms, when I was anContinue reading “Mother, we have an illusion of too much sunlight; when there is too little starlight in the darkness!: A poem “

Fyodr Dostoevsky, I acknowledge your beauty; do you see mine; and that of my armies?: A poem

You saw suffering and pain, and called it inevitable I know the intelligence of truth has always suffered just like you did and felt your strength; and I did in the throes of eternal treachery. The depth of your soul, I acknowledge. But I look wandering aimfully, sometimes, if I can get any too. I am alsoContinue reading “Fyodr Dostoevsky, I acknowledge your beauty; do you see mine; and that of my armies?: A poem “

My happiness is like a delaytory clock that can’t be wound!: A poem

I wouldn’t give the Aristotelians the benefit of credit, in believing that happiness is a matter of your own endeavour! I just don’t think that happiness can be lauded in a dystopia. I just think that I had an amazing sense of humour through all my tribulations! Was Philip’s Macedonia, the root of Alexander’s megalomania? As if Aristotle would have schooled him in matters of conquest? And I am sure that Aristotle was significantly complacent compared to allContinue reading “My happiness is like a delaytory clock that can’t be wound!: A poem “

Is your love episodic, Jashmina?: A poem

Is your love episodic, between falling short and non-existent? Do you respect my sacrifice for you? Or do you consider it only as your leverage without glancing back in acknowledgement? Did you care to call me up in any time of the tribulation I’ve been through? Does it matter to you, that sometimes, even God of strong diamond steel needs reasssurance? Or areContinue reading “Is your love episodic, Jashmina?: A poem “

Thanksgiving Day: A poem

Did I not know that Turkeys are large birds with the smallest brains? I never ever even bought Turkey cold cuts Yet sometimes I feel like cold Turkey from my discretion, aloofness, strangeness Some people think I have a frog’s ambivalence But I wouldn’t want to be kissed by a rose in the rain I know who is my Princess, Queen and Goddess I knowContinue reading “Thanksgiving Day: A poem “

I lie in this wonder in the hope of that ultimate miracle: A poem

(…free of the treachery of thieves and hijackers like Prakash Saint Paul, Anthony Albanese and their ilk) Do you think love was a weaver’s factory where you can predict what is ultimately woven? I can say I found true love in a wicker basket of a cradle; without being able to possess it? Do you think I felt sceptical that I need redemption from the folly of such belief? I believe, even if they compelContinue reading “I lie in this wonder in the hope of that ultimate miracle: A poem “

Is all this patient waiting for true love worth the while?: A poem

I have seen the cold snowflakes rain down on my life’s floor of solitude. Yet, not once did I complain of the cold in my bones. You can see that my home was always empty beyond the loneliness of my voice. But I did not once rue, for I sang a song of love that brought down all these confounding walls! IContinue reading “Is all this patient waiting for true love worth the while?: A poem “

Mum and Dad, you know my story, thank you for listening!: A poem

Mum and Dad, there is a lot I have to say I always kept my grievances for another day So, you must quite understand that I feel bottled up like a shut home without any ventilation Even when I was a child, I picked up skills of communication, both verbal and written I could evenContinue reading “Mum and Dad, you know my story, thank you for listening!: A poem “

I am a survivor; and still in one piece!: A poem

(Prakash Saint Paul, you are a very small-hearted person, in fact, you have no heart or soul at all! You only pretend to be the sun because you want to eat all you can get to eat!) I see a light shining on my face And I feel transfixed by it like a meadow hare thatContinue reading “I am a survivor; and still in one piece!: A poem “