I don’t dabble in Haiku Neither in Senryu I thought Haiku was a flow in nature A gentle autumnal Japanese garden with a bridge across a tiny stream a short bridge like a t(h)ree-lined verse! I thought Senryu was human emotion, action, a little trick of deliberate thought Somebody telling you a little thing about deeds and misdeeds being weapons! HaikuContinue reading “I don’t dabble in Haiku, Senryu: A poem “
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What is poetry? Is it skin-deep beauty?: A poem
Can a poem be embellished after it is done? There is always something left unsaid. Like the grief of a dead lover, who did not utter the final endearment, perhaps the final truth. Must I drop the pen to the floor in rancour! Must finish be a soliloquy, heard by me alone! I think, I must console on the fact that those who chance toContinue reading “What is poetry? Is it skin-deep beauty?: A poem “
Be still, when evil has a greater will!: A poem
I think of myself as a mythic superhero, the Übermensch, only the term wasn’t coined then back in the beginning – when all past, present and future were one. My prescient self didn’t realise then, it would all fall apart since; And I would be spiraling down the ghettos of time struggling to make it all one, back again; hacking and hewing at the manyContinue reading “Be still, when evil has a greater will!: A poem “
After all these decades, I look into a looking glass…: A poem
I peep into the looking glass And a world peeks back at me through it… A world slipping away And I say that is just as if it was every single day How it is getting more painful, all the way And does my reflection listen, if it may I think of you in the sunlight And I see so many shadows fight So many emotionsContinue reading “After all these decades, I look into a looking glass…: A poem “
Don’t just blindly judge; the overlying proof may not be the evidence!: A poem
There could have been askance, there could have been speculation, there could have been circumspection… But the personal functionality of a hero is in good faith Like despite falling into an enclosure, I still thought I had the key; there was hope in the captivity… Like to be free is only a perception. For, if you have a soul thatContinue reading “Don’t just blindly judge; the overlying proof may not be the evidence!: A poem “
O Mother, I wish not for a path foreclosed by enemies: A poem
O Mother, how do I take this path so foreclosed If I am left to conjecture this doorway that does not shut or open, but creaks of thieves, like an ajar crevice, and I certainly do not wish to squeeze through it? Would Enoch give away his mission of redeeming his elite because, else, there would be too much pain andContinue reading “O Mother, I wish not for a path foreclosed by enemies: A poem “
The stars; should they speak to verify mythology?!
Some suggest water has its own memory And what about being a being of life? Like Apsu, perhaps an alligator, or a river monster? And the leviathanic sea creature Tiamat! Were they a pair prone to battle; or were they like spiders, feeding on each other after the mating? O Tiamat, she was chaos! Early Egyptians drew the distinction between alligator and the behemothic hippo, whenContinue reading “The stars; should they speak to verify mythology?! “
This is the time, I put my foot down with no aspirations!: A poem
Dad, I thought you would come like a golden orb, your face incandescent, Your eyes like brilliant comets Your skin glittering like yellow sapphire dew And your sky-like arms stretched out for me Reminds me of Noah when he was born He was so unearthly, that his father Lamech doubted that Noah was his own progeny. I don’t believeContinue reading “This is the time, I put my foot down with no aspirations!: A poem “
Mother, your sense of duty is part of my inheritance!: A poem
Mother, if you had a choice, what name would you give me at birth? What would it be? While you told me how I got my name: Monte – from Mary of the Mount; you never told me who decided on it – you or Dad or the priest that christened me. I was born on the 8th of September;Continue reading “Mother, your sense of duty is part of my inheritance!: A poem “
O Bombay, would I despise you or love you?!: A poem
I thought, I thought of never going back to those silhouettes of chimneyed polluted air And skyscrapers that ate up the mangroves and streets going somewhere, only to block the drainage with so much garbage that there is a perennial deluge when it rains. I am trapped in the sphere above a metropolis of 25 million, almost the demographic sizeContinue reading “O Bombay, would I despise you or love you?!: A poem “
