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 “
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I have this conviction; I have this vocation: A poem
Way back in my growing years, I lived in a community that practised its Catholicism quite unawares of the shakiness of its structure of fervent piety on the undergrowth of an abandoned past. Nobody gave a thought to revolt about forced conversion being a crime. Even me, with an already hidden wisdom, at the age of four, in my first essay on myself, wroteContinue reading “I have this conviction; I have this vocation: A poem “
Love is a soulful absenteeism in its presence: A poem
Do you think you feel a disconnectedness with sanctity, a loss of personal structure, a kind of colossal fall from self-dignity, an erosion of the soul (because your soul is also made up of the love you feel for others) due to betrayal? I know that I don’t take chances with love because I am strongly discerning! Not many fit into the eliteContinue reading “Love is a soulful absenteeism in its presence: A poem “
I am simply baring to dare, if you should test my powers!: A poem
I just seem to feel like the summer heat is getting under my skin. But at least the yellow Crown of Thorns in my balcony has not died like the rest of my flowering plants; even though it doesn’t have its earlier glow. The petunias died; I didn’t even bid them bye! What is love and caring, without the personal feel! Would youContinue reading “I am simply baring to dare, if you should test my powers!: A poem “
The cross-swords of love and hate, an obstacle or deserved ominous violent subtlety: A poem
I can make you think for yourselves But I can’t overwhelm your thinking with my pedagogue I am just no tradition of despots running propaganda The mean machine of today’s liberalism often assigns fascism to people with convictions. You can’t be prudish in being principled. Yes, there are donkeys that carry the burden of blame For all of you to earn your salvationContinue reading “The cross-swords of love and hate, an obstacle or deserved ominous violent subtlety: A poem “
Mother, I don’t care if I’m never reinstituted!: A poem
Mother, do you see the unanimous belief in the lie, I just couldn’t be watered down with it; nor could you We have semblance of the eternity locked in our soul Before we imprint ourselves by our dynamism, I revolt that the whole story will never be told. Who can I invoke, who can I name? There is none who befits my candour, when everyone I look up to is rendered lame Continue reading “Mother, I don’t care if I’m never reinstituted!: A poem “
I know courage always transmigrates: A poem
The age of chivalry is not dead for me For I know I never took my challenges lightly, but with the light of grace; felt the stranglehold of predators, but never felt strangulated, even when I felt my roomspace shrinking! You know that even my defeat is not my folly; you can’t fault me if I protest, Even thoughContinue reading “I know courage always transmigrates: A poem “
I am sorry Coalition; you know that your oblivion is not my crime!: A poem
I live in the air of the night. Like I was in a closet, shut out from the noises of life. It is as if I can imagine my cloistered legspace winding up in a roominess of strange thoughts from inklings of the day. And I feel encumbrances of emotions and awareness love, grief, pain, excitement, benevolence, odiousness, generosity, rage, brevity and longevity. Like allContinue reading “I am sorry Coalition; you know that your oblivion is not my crime!: A poem “
What do you think is my likelihood at decorum?: A poem
Am I deadwood gathering mould in a forest where it never rains, but is still damp and musty? Do I feel the circle of cells in my trunk collapse in lightless existence rung after rung and reduce me to a stump? Am I not coherent to any design? It may seem to many that I let go off myself… that I committed travesty on myself for not respecting my own aspiration…and would you fathomContinue reading “What do you think is my likelihood at decorum?: A poem “
The pivot of life…And I am brave not weary!: A poem
Did you witness a crunch time when all comes falling back at you; and you just thought you were the pinch-hitter. Now, the baseball cap made you realise your strengths. I am just batting like a friend (righteous mighty leader) in the distant West. I don’t detect any anomalies in an unnamed friendship! But the treachery against us, is also common ground! Right from the timeContinue reading “The pivot of life…And I am brave not weary!: A poem “
