poems

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 “

Do I have kith or kin, or just a lifeless poem?: A poem

I have no elephants on my backseat No monkeys to hand over treats The duck is nowhere near my lazy feet The fish has got me beat I’m just not going to savour the sweet It’s all the imbalance in my teeth You can’t make me, no more donkey, to repeat Even the ass won’t claim that feat I’m just thinking nobody can, me, unseat If you think I’m a ruthless cheat! Let itContinue reading “Do I have kith or kin, or just a lifeless poem?: A poem “

I swear by the poetry of my soul!: A poem

You see, when I started writing poetry, I didn’t think it was of any relevance to anybody else; I just wrote like a contortionist feeling the wires of my soul twist with the expression, and feeding them as well from the library of imagination! How different is imagination from reality, if one is borrowed from the other? Is there more euphoric vividity in dreaming than merely seeing? Sometimes,Continue reading “I swear by the poetry of my soul!: A poem “