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Gracias a la vida!: A poem

Can I recall Plath, Sexton, Hemmingway… when their beautiful words could not take away their feeling of utter misplacement in existence, anachronism, grief? Are we to believe that eventuality should be susceptible to sorrow and disillusionment? Or do we believe that only winter (destined cause) should take down the leaf, even of Les Miserables? Not just Plath, Sexton, Hemmingway… So many creative but unrenowned poets have fallen byContinue reading “Gracias a la vida!: A poem “

The greatest love poet: A poem

Does leftism and love go together, Pablo Neruda? I thought love was all too righteous I don’t like Communistic density; I think it is oblique or obtuse; whichever suits me fine at the instance of debate. The world is not one world under the red flag of sickle and hammer! So, Neruda, I write you off! Does love sink you to your knees; orContinue reading “The greatest love poet: A poem “

I don’t dabble in Haiku, Senryu: A poem

I don’t dabble in Haiku Neither in Senryu I thought Haiku was a flow in nature A gentle autumnal Japanese garden with a bridge across a tiny stream a short bridge like a t(h)ree-lined verse! I thought Senryu was human emotion, action, a little trick of deliberate thought Somebody telling you a little thing about deeds and misdeeds being weapons! HaikuContinue reading “I don’t dabble in Haiku, Senryu: A poem “

What is poetry? Is it skin-deep beauty?: A poem

Can a poem be embellished after it is done? There is always something left unsaid. Like the grief of a dead lover, who did not utter the final endearment, perhaps the final truth. Must I drop the pen to the floor in rancour! Must finish be a soliloquy, heard by me alone! I think, I must console on the fact that those who chance toContinue reading “What is poetry? Is it skin-deep beauty?: A poem “

Yes, a pet can teach you to be a Phoenix!: A poem

I don’t know if there is any truth in the long-alleged veracity that Sappho of Lesbos was a lesbian for her passionate poems about her island filled with beautiful female under-studies! But I can say I am not a narcissistic homosexual for loving myself! And I am certainly not a misanthrope for despising a few Men! I just like you all toContinue reading “Yes, a pet can teach you to be a Phoenix!: A poem “

Would I hear the poetry of my soul, even without recognition?: A poem

Would I, if I wrote a poem that was brief and was rugbyfied by too many commas, semi-colons and full-stops, sound as terse to the reader as it may be to me? Or a more derogatory pithy! I can have an entire mailing list of ideas pinned on the office board of my study, without crossing over the page, albeit concise! Would that be enthralling toContinue reading “Would I hear the poetry of my soul, even without recognition?: A poem “

This, my oath and missive: A poem

(Trump, strange negative things have been happening to my body with those two injections, it is a long list I cannot enumerate! Thank you. Must I bear the consequences for other people’s sins! And must I not take my own recourse to revenge(!) and continue to persevere to be patient at my own cost!) These bridges I will never burn, these beaten paths trodden The famished soul soContinue reading “This, my oath and missive: A poem “

I read somewhere that today is National Haiku Day!: A poem

I read somewhere that today is National Haiku Day! Would it be celebrated all the way from Aomori to Osaka?! It is supposed to be a little poetry in celebration of nature! Is that a little depiction or syntax of all the forces of nature? And is earth’s nature a microcosmic paraphrase of an eternal form orContinue reading “I read somewhere that today is National Haiku Day!: A poem “

Can I hear the travestied music in the streets!: A poem

Out on the street with no name, a rookie approached me and asked me a question: Would I name it? It was an alley to posterity! I brushed him aside; he fell like a rock into a puddle. I won’t even name the meteor that fell at Mecca as an omen of my future! You should know that every time I spellContinue reading “Can I hear the travestied music in the streets!: A poem “

Anne Grey Sexton, your beautiful confessionalism looks stoic, just like my brave self-narrative!: A poem

Do poets share sometimes a twinning as also a contrariness in their ambiguous ambivalence(?)? Like a hearse slowly pulling away in its aloneness (and freedom?); does a corpse feel alone in death or finally freed? Like the blackness of the vehicle that takes it into its sombre grave to be buried into an earth (or into an unimagined dimension more palpably expansive and intense?). What do we think is death? Is it a moment of sobriety, that reflects on theContinue reading “Anne Grey Sexton, your beautiful confessionalism looks stoic, just like my brave self-narrative!: A poem “