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How to be free and obtain freedom, O Gulliver?!: A poem

Would I walk in the woods of the night where I don’t know if the star-spangled sky are yellow lights signaling me in or shunting me out? If I had wisdom to perceive the ribaldry of a destiny compelled by villains? But I am not going to be contemptuous of the sky or the stars, even if I am disgraced with overlying treachery! Continue reading “How to be free and obtain freedom, O Gulliver?!: A poem “

The Goldilocks zone of you, my true love!: A poem

I dreamt I was cycling in a velodrome of words But then I suddenly broke into a barricade, a blind spot! But it turned out, it was a barrage, a rain! Would I run for cover, when ideograms, pictograms, glyphs, hieroglyphs, holograms, came rushing through the sky of my imagination? Would I be buried under? When I was only hopingContinue reading “The Goldilocks zone of you, my true love!: A poem “

The rain; the clouds, the sun, the ideopraxist!: A poem

I think of rain. Its large pink drops from a grey-blue sky! Those welcome drops drunk by the earth till it is full and washes away the dust of the streets, like an anointing! I am a child again in the seventies, when the sky broke in too many places with thunder and lightning. We had no Continue reading “The rain; the clouds, the sun, the ideopraxist!: A poem “

There are 36 cards in a pack without the trumps and jokers!: A poem

You know I never tried my hand at calligraphy And I don’t think I have an expansive lexicon But isn’t it absurd we have only 26 letters in the English alphabet? So how does writing style become so imaginative with so little to depend on?! I believe you can make quite a construct with nothing. The entire subject of numerology is wrought fromContinue reading “There are 36 cards in a pack without the trumps and jokers!: A poem “

Even the trump in your hand can become a delusion!: A poem

I draw the universe out of my pocket and discover it is only a handkerchief! Does imagination sum up magic If one can trick another to believe that one can turn an uninspiring stick into a bouquet? Is magic a symbolic euphemism like drawing a hare from a hat instead of a trap-like rabbit hole, or turning a dagger into a rose! Can an act behave like a word,Continue reading “Even the trump in your hand can become a delusion!: A poem “

Two evils beset us, O Mother (Aditi)!: A poem

Mother I am the first point that called on Aditi You were sublime in your avatar of creating the twelve Adityas. Did I imagine it would cause me so much migraine, to negotiate between the dimensions for eternity? I do not complain about my suffering, Mother. But there are forces that give me little option! So must I be the eddy that createsContinue reading “Two evils beset us, O Mother (Aditi)!: A poem “

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 “

God knows whom to save!: A poem

My love is not an icicle, not a snowflake, not trapezing for cover in a snowstorm! But honey dew wherever it belongs in the cover of cherished ones. I have a typical answer to all your questions, if you seek my veracity in AI-generated inquisitions: My Mother Maria told me: “Let it be”, words of wisdom, even if she didn’t prefer complacence! I am just looking forContinue reading “God knows whom to save!: 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 “

So, I say a few things of endearment and love….: A poem

I never heard of leaves falling in September, back home in Mumbai; where there was summer throughout the year! And how it rained, as I saw my paper boats race only a little and then turn to shreds in the torrent. In Goa, in my school holidays, it was tropical paradise – coconut palms, mango trees, javaContinue reading “So, I say a few things of endearment and love….: A poem “