mental-health

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 “

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 “

Carl Jung: The empath, the archetype; and what is a warped reality?: A poem

What do you venture to describe in the years where the mist gathers over you like a blanket and falls down on you like a spiritual rain, so dense that it condenses your analytical rationale into a madness that you fear?! And do you tread into it like it were your own anima, shining its light on you, albeit whatContinue reading “Carl Jung: The empath, the archetype; and what is a warped reality?: 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 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 “

I can only warn you, you Laborers!: A poem

The noises of a long-ongoing theatre of shadow play from the submersibles doesn’t deluge the starlight of my memories and convictions! I am like an incandescent flame of myself through every echo permeating through each morsel of sand of destiny! Do you think what is fated is not fated? Or do you think your loudmouthed edictions take the ordination awayContinue reading “I can only warn you, you Laborers!: 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 “

To Saint Paul, the Church, Anthony Albanese, the Labor Parties, the Left, the UN, the EU, the deep sea, the Moon, Allah and all the origins of conspiracy against me!: A poem

You know you can’t widow a bird from its Godhood When that little lyrical bird dies it flies to its God; doesn’t drop into the sea! I was tailor-made to do my duty You can’t now keep crushing me by throwing chess pieces at me You can’t even have anyone I love, for with your relentless crimes against me, you chose to dispossess me. I am notContinue reading “To Saint Paul, the Church, Anthony Albanese, the Labor Parties, the Left, the UN, the EU, the deep sea, the Moon, Allah and all the origins of conspiracy against me!: A poem “

I only made a choice, but it took away my voice: A poem

How could I feel the gnawing, of grief in silence, without crying, and know that this illusion of being home was not mine, since there was no picture of you? And feel I reside with such unkind reservation that keeps me from not shattering the windows and plucking out the thunder from the skies without the lightning piercing my heart? What stores the gold of the soul I sharedContinue reading “I only made a choice, but it took away my voice: A poem “

I have set my ground between Mars and Venus!: A poem

I suddenly felt I was an ever-enlarged tower reaching into the heart of the sky As if I had become Sandalphon The trunk of the tallest entity ever I think of the days I became strange to Sol Invictus And even felt lost with Ares How every friend I had counted on felt like an enemy?! Did the loneliness last an eternity? But now, I think even Sandalphon doesn’t hold aContinue reading “I have set my ground between Mars and Venus!: A poem “