mental-health

Poetry should not only be confessional, but also be a bid at self-assertion!: A poem

I have written so much Poetry of late I have written so much, even though I had to wait! They are not all constituted of rhythm and rhyme; Some are lines of pithy aphorisms, and some are prosaic narratives! I can feel that ideas in words can prompt you to discover yourself in hard-copy cut-outs even if aContinue reading “Poetry should not only be confessional, but also be a bid at self-assertion!: A poem “

I ask you all some pertinent questions!: A poem

Do you think I am feeling pensive, wistful or resigned at the machines in my garden, if I were to believe they were doing more than just pruning my hedgerows? I swear, I can feel sure to react when I get the telepathic feeling stating: Honey, they are shrinking your kids!!! So, would they hold it against me if I did not open my door to the plumber, Continue reading “I ask you all some pertinent questions!: A poem “

I tell you all: It is getting too late!: A poem

You know the caretakers of your instinct are filling up your life by submerging you in instinctive drive How do they reckon they feel your pulse of your impulse, to manipulate your desires – make them your aspirations, even ambition! Do they rip apart your fledgling astuteness, so that you don’t even know what your mothering and are eager toContinue reading “I tell you all: It is getting too late!: A poem “

Should I linger, despite my reluctance?: A poem

Do you know, I was thinking of going away far from here, where I felt you took the halo off my grounds, off my crown! I was like a garden devoid of leaves and flowers, only hedgerows, reminding me of a rectangular maze with only blind alleys. I looked over my fences and saw the luxuriance of other gardens, butContinue reading “Should I linger, despite my reluctance?: A poem “

Is Porky the Pig welcome in La La Land!: A poem

I don’t care if they grow green beans on the Moon, in the future! Its scant atmosphere is no wafter up my rafter. They used it as the heraldry of love, intuition, Sophia’s wisdom. I didn’t care even to stare at the wolves getting lunatic pangs with blood on their teeth. I just like the pince nez on my nose, withoutContinue reading “Is Porky the Pig welcome in La La Land!: A poem “

Am I O(!) so brave…!: A poem

Back in school – was I so brave? Even as I remember counting the strands of the universe to recollect my past lives! Is bravery acquired(?)… or does it need to be remembered, retrieved from the flakes of your gene pool, DNA or RNA? I just think this world is not conditioned to understand bravery!Continue reading “Am I O(!) so brave…!: A poem “

If I advocated for myself, it was only in vitrescent!: A poem

I discovered I couldn’t bite the wind with my teeth; but I could swallow it gustily into my lungs! I discovered I became altogether ambidextrous with my penchant for nothingness! It is as if by accident you realise your abilities are more than what they seemed to even yourself; like circumstantial evidence that speaks volumes of your being, no mere brick wall, Continue reading “If I advocated for myself, it was only in vitrescent!: A poem “

You know, I walked through life like a phantom…: A poem

You know I walked through life like a phantom in an opera revolting against their validation of me in silent reprisal! There was always that salient guerilla warfarer in me; seemingly truant, seemingly absconding from their imposing measures on me!! You know the swamps want to amplify the message to me…that I have no recourse to anything or anyone, but toContinue reading “You know, I walked through life like a phantom…: A poem “

If I were unable, I am still capable, only reluctant…:A poem

(Look how Albanese is pretending that he is losing…only to capitalise and bodygrab, the morphing creep!) Somebody told me that I look so arbutus arabesque in my simple visage. And, all of a sudden, I feel all that propositioning coming whistling back at me; which I don’t intend to follow. Like I feel so stable, steady, like an undulating AC/ DC current electrifyingContinue reading “If I were unable, I am still capable, only reluctant…:A poem “

Consubstantiation: A poem

Where does a beginning begin, if it is self-consolatory to pick up a piece in the middle and be lost in the impression that it is the beginning! If you can rally around the underscored fact that truth must have had a beginning itself… Or could it have zeroed in, becoming itself without a beginning, evolving out of a chasm ofContinue reading “Consubstantiation: A poem “