love – Page 6

Sometimes, I’d like to be my own ad hominin!: A poem

You know to love yourself and respect yourself, is like adamantine, a lustre beyond reckoning; harder than any crystal, should your evil want to destroy it? The char of you cannot even imagine carboniferating to the extent I have over the ages? Should you think you do not want to heed to my rhythm and embark on a relentless fusillade of me, to throw meContinue reading “Sometimes, I’d like to be my own ad hominin!: A poem “

My Karma is never wandering into the forgiveness of those criminals!: A poem

Even my broken dreams, over the ages, turned from carboniferous coal, slowly, into priceless diamonds! Even my disillusions became breathing reflections in affirmation of the veracity of the Universe! Even my repeated deaths became livewire, energising the cosmic soul! I am here, there and everywhere! Much quicker than the light, that, itself, takes time to travel I am not daunted by the lightyears, you all try to alarm my sensesContinue reading “My Karma is never wandering into the forgiveness of those criminals!: A poem “

Dad look at me, rage crosses my mind in my patience!: A poem

Sometimes, I think I can break every moment like a walnut, in the nutcracker of my mind! As if I was some kind of Shivaite entity, the cosmos like paper crunching between my fingers And I don’t need to draw out its entrails becuase at the point of my destructive force, I am disinterested! I am not obsessed with the villainyContinue reading “Dad look at me, rage crosses my mind in my patience!: A poem “

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 “

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 “