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Mother, there is a loud dystopian outcry; must justice die?: A poem

I hear a placenta knocking at my door I always had my lightening amid the vocal sound of silence This is more awakening in the sonne et lumiere Much of it was the love that I had for you! How can I discard the womb of my life for an underbelly of pretentious happiness? Spirituality is much my core, and it is your voiceContinue reading “Mother, there is a loud dystopian outcry; must justice die?: A poem “

I am just sounding my warning bells, Thank you!: A poem

Here I am singing my song when I’m on the threshold of 62; even if all of you are stone deaf to my lyrics, except the ones who want to manipulate them (the lyrics) illegitimately in their favour, of course! If you all have any iota of morality in yourselves, or a sense of original spirit, without it being dampened byContinue reading “I am just sounding my warning bells, Thank you!: A poem “

Oh! How I remember my beautiful pets! In a memory of grieving euphoria!: A poem

O You think what is fidelity, what is love?! A bond that even a cynical misanthrope would abound! This is like a machine shooting out the tennis balls To keep you alive and kicking and aim the racquet of your heart How do you feel this exercise of your soul So agile and eager, like an owl in the night! I wouldn’t even care aContinue reading “Oh! How I remember my beautiful pets! In a memory of grieving euphoria!: A poem “

All about India and my life in this lifetime!: A poem

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 “

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 “

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 “