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O Ouranos, if only they could remember you!: A poem

(The God that is ours and Nos, we) I have to tell you a very old story – of Ouranos, the sky God, the father of the Titans. Call him Dyayus, Ptah, or Pitah Maha! He was the epitome of progenitive profusiveness. The fertility God! The Omphalos. So envious was the fish of the deep sea of him, that the evil fish not only Continue reading “O Ouranos, if only they could remember you!: A poem “

Moon, I have no mirror of myself in you!: A poem

There is a stark stillness in the air, like as if it was portraying a death! But whose death? We have learnt to believe that Friday is a day of mourning. When do Muslims celebrate their Sabbath? Would Freyja feel ostentated by this? I can see the disillustrious crone of a Moon hold her bloody dagger with her hands behind her back! ButContinue reading “Moon, I have no mirror of myself in you!: A poem “

In my scruples, I have not the conundrum of Sylvia Plath’s fig tree: A poem

I have no paint on my face, though I’ve been clowning and acrobatting in a cirque de soleil, where even the Sun has little to cheer about! And the audience is perpetually dismayed, yet keen observers. I am sitting on the crotch of a fig tree that is asking for me to shake it down, so that all the fruit come Continue reading “In my scruples, I have not the conundrum of Sylvia Plath’s fig tree: A poem “

Dad look at me, rage crosses my mind in my patience!: A poem

Sometimes, I think I can break every moment like a walnut, in the nutcracker of my mind! As if I was some kind of Shivaite entity, the cosmos like paper crunching between my fingers And I don’t need to draw out its entrails becuase at the point of my destructive force, I am disinterested! I am not obsessed with the villainyContinue reading “Dad look at me, rage crosses my mind in my patience!: A poem “

Archangel Gabriel, you gay lunatic and beggar!: A poem

(I hate the Moon! I hate the fish) Archangel Gabriel wherefrom did you arise into the realm of humanity? You were a depth in the deep sea, where you lay driveling like a swine You are a gay icon, like never knowing your colours between green and brine You are a heavenly piece of shit, like you’d be swingingContinue reading “Archangel Gabriel, you gay lunatic and beggar!: A poem “

Mother, there is a loud dystopian outcry; must justice die?: A poem

I hear a placenta knocking at my door I always had my lightening amid the vocal sound of silence This is more awakening in the sonne et lumiere Much of it was the love that I had for you! How can I discard the womb of my life for an underbelly of pretentious happiness? Spirituality is much my core, and it is your voiceContinue reading “Mother, there is a loud dystopian outcry; must justice die?: A poem “

Mother, there is a loud dystopian outcry; must justice die?: A poem

Mother, I still believe in myself (even with no practical help from anyone), I assure you!: A poem

Would you think the sun would prefer a comatose because it fears its awakening will only be its imprisonment and hijacking? I have just learnt that every horizon, like they said, in those medieval days, that the flat earth had flesh-eating monsters at its edges! Who would want to fall, then, into a sea to be dragged down? We still don’t know the depths it canContinue reading “Mother, I still believe in myself (even with no practical help from anyone), I assure you!: A poem “

I peer through the window into space…: A poem

I peer through the window into a space, a place dotted by imagination, illusion, fantasy, Like a child’s first venture into fable, where he discovers there is a reality beyond the surreal moat of a bounded reality And I question every science that seems to connote a presumption or conclusion to the existence of being Have I not wanderedContinue reading “I peer through the window into space…: A poem “

I am just sounding my warning bells, Thank you!: A poem

Here I am singing my song when I’m on the threshold of 62; even if all of you are stone deaf to my lyrics, except the ones who want to manipulate them (the lyrics) illegitimately in their favour, of course! If you all have any iota of morality in yourselves, or a sense of original spirit, without it being dampened byContinue reading “I am just sounding my warning bells, Thank you!: A poem “