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My happiness is like a delaytory clock that can’t be wound!: A poem

I wouldn’t give the Aristotelians the benefit of credit, in believing that happiness is a matter of your own endeavour! I just don’t think that happiness can be lauded in a dystopia. I just think that I had an amazing sense of humour through all my tribulations! Was Philip’s Macedonia, the root of Alexander’s megalomania? As if Aristotle would have schooled him in matters of conquest? And I am sure that Aristotle was significantly complacent compared to allContinue reading “My happiness is like a delaytory clock that can’t be wound!: A poem “

Is your love episodic, Jashmina?: A poem

Is your love episodic, between falling short and non-existent? Do you respect my sacrifice for you? Or do you consider it only as your leverage without glancing back in acknowledgement? Did you care to call me up in any time of the tribulation I’ve been through? Does it matter to you, that sometimes, even God of strong diamond steel needs reasssurance? Or areContinue reading “Is your love episodic, Jashmina?: 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 “

I can only warn you, you Laborers!: A poem

The noises of a long-ongoing theatre of shadow play from the submersibles doesn’t deluge the starlight of my memories and convictions! I am like an incandescent flame of myself through every echo permeating through each morsel of sand of destiny! Do you think what is fated is not fated? Or do you think your loudmouthed edictions take the ordination awayContinue reading “I can only warn you, you Laborers!: A poem “

Don of La Mancha; and the windmills were a watery deluge!: A poem

Would you believe that I am an illusionist as much as I am fed by illusions? Would you have my powers to discern blindfolded and deluded, then? I have never just begun to realise the dichotomy of my love and loyalties, or the perversion of my spiritedness, the manipulation of my thoughts, words and deeds to suit treachery I have understood in myContinue reading “Don of La Mancha; and the windmills were a watery deluge!: A poem “

Please Sartre, Camus, no existentialism for me!: A poem

Would you think the flowers in your garden all bloomed regardless of the season. Or you ever cursed when the storm broke over your home, and you were left with a loss of life or value as just an accident; that you begin to realise that life and death are not just pennies of providence without meaning. Have you realised that you hadContinue reading “Please Sartre, Camus, no existentialism for me!: A poem “

The erotic and the exotic: A poem

Do you think I want your tongues to make a fellatio on my soul and my possessions? I feel like making a hasty detour, every time you all try to get your gestapo on my getaways. I am just prone to tell you all the patience against this perversity can be abruptly paused. A Leftist Government that epitomises the deep sea should know where it stands in myContinue reading “The erotic and the exotic: A poem “

Thanksgiving Day: A poem

Did I not know that Turkeys are large birds with the smallest brains? I never ever even bought Turkey cold cuts Yet sometimes I feel like cold Turkey from my discretion, aloofness, strangeness Some people think I have a frog’s ambivalence But I wouldn’t want to be kissed by a rose in the rain I know who is my Princess, Queen and Goddess I knowContinue reading “Thanksgiving Day: A poem “

I lie in this wonder in the hope of that ultimate miracle: A poem

(…free of the treachery of thieves and hijackers like Prakash Saint Paul, Anthony Albanese and their ilk) Do you think love was a weaver’s factory where you can predict what is ultimately woven? I can say I found true love in a wicker basket of a cradle; without being able to possess it? Do you think I felt sceptical that I need redemption from the folly of such belief? I believe, even if they compelContinue reading “I lie in this wonder in the hope of that ultimate miracle: A poem “

Is all this patient waiting for true love worth the while?: A poem

I have seen the cold snowflakes rain down on my life’s floor of solitude. Yet, not once did I complain of the cold in my bones. You can see that my home was always empty beyond the loneliness of my voice. But I did not once rue, for I sang a song of love that brought down all these confounding walls! IContinue reading “Is all this patient waiting for true love worth the while?: A poem “