poetry

Jashmina, I thought Sylvia Plath would resonate with you!: A poem

Do you know Jashmina, there can be no life in hating and vengeance; but submitting to evil is certain death! You should understand what I am trying to tell you? So, suffering that comes from belief is not a crime against one’s honour; but the fighting bravery of retaining it! Did you know Sylvia Plath hated her father?! She never forgave him to her dying day, when she committed suicide! And she triedContinue reading “Jashmina, I thought Sylvia Plath would resonate with you!: A poem “

Fyodr Dostoevsky, I acknowledge your beauty; do you see mine; and that of my armies?: A poem

You saw suffering and pain, and called it inevitable I know the intelligence of truth has always suffered just like you did and felt your strength; and I did in the throes of eternal treachery. The depth of your soul, I acknowledge. But I look wandering aimfully, sometimes, if I can get any too. I am alsoContinue reading “Fyodr Dostoevsky, I acknowledge your beauty; do you see mine; and that of my armies?: A poem “

Dear Sylvia Plath, do you think wishing for everything or nothing; either can take away the loneliness?: A poem

Dear Sylvia Plath, I see you walking in an autumnal sunrise wishing; and then, that you hadn’t bothered wishing, after all, Because you could tell that everything you wished for was an evaporation, nothingness. Since you already knew there was a completeness in expecting nothing from anyone. I could say, you become God in your belonging to yourself. I heard you plead to theContinue reading “Dear Sylvia Plath, do you think wishing for everything or nothing; either can take away the loneliness?: A poem “

Where do I stand with you all?: A poem

I know this travel/ travail, and my armour being the trappings to tolerate the jungle; even a jumble of deeds resonates, like fierce howls of wolves. The battle cry is no herald of victory, for a Trappist who retained his austerity but forgot his silence. My Goddess has sensed my frugality of action turning into friction! She cautions me, but leaves me to my own devices. I am Platonic inContinue reading “Where do I stand with you all?: 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 “

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 “

The worthless evil of treachery; God’s dust is not dirt!: A poem

(You know that God is not responsible for the downfall of everything he stands for! He is not to blame, because he risks his own identity from being stolen!) I agree with Sylvia Plath that a poem is dust But would we be so sure that even dust must consolidate, to make us form, all of us? Sometimes,Continue reading “The worthless evil of treachery; God’s dust is not dirt!: 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 “

Would I be moonstruck? Would I be wonderstruck?: A poem

I was wondering tonight if I could watch the moon throw shadows in persuasion at me! I am limpid as air, but not limping water I am a chronic romancer, but no crone Would you believe that Allah got Parkinson’s in contagion with the crone he slept with? I am as moonstruck as wonderstruck, tonight that I chance toContinue reading “Would I be moonstruck? Would I be wonderstruck?: A poem “

In this pain, I try to envision humour and poetry!: A poem

I am continuously writhing in a warp of pain as if to stretch every membrane I want to explode like the memory of that great God-particle, I once was. But I still only writhe in pain, in the stillness of my soul; that has copped it for eternity. And I feel the wreaths of helplessness, in my predicament, that I, myself, chose –Continue reading “In this pain, I try to envision humour and poetry!: A poem “