O You think what is fidelity, what is love?! A bond that even a cynical misanthrope would abound! This is like a machine shooting out the tennis balls To keep you alive and kicking and aim the racquet of your heart How do you feel this exercise of your soul So agile and eager, like an owl in the night! I wouldn’t even care aContinue reading “Oh! How I remember my beautiful pets! In a memory of grieving euphoria!: A poem “
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All about India and my life in this lifetime!: A poem
I remember those lazy days with slow-rolling bullock carts queuing up on those dilapidated streets. There were more bullock carts then cars, then! Those streets that would be repaired only if totally outworn. And the hazard of environmental hygiene being last on people’s minds. What could be done when there were not enough loos for a fast-overpopulating nation! I didn’t even like cricket, but I sneaked into neighbours’ homes just forContinue reading “All about India and my life in this lifetime!: A poem “
Was I Alexander or Bucephalus?: A poem
(Albanese, how foolish are you! Hahahahaaha!, Urusula is a bear not a bull!! Thank you Russia! Tired of globetrotting? Those wicked colluders are coming to you?) I can’t seem to remember, was I Alexander or was I Bucephalus? The ox-head and the phallus? The black steed with the white star on its brow. I can say I always was marked with that protection a relativeContinue reading “Was I Alexander or Bucephalus?: A poem “
Memory is like your roots, but how far?: A poem
(Could they be still trying to take away my Godhood from me?) Did you think it was only nostalgia And you panged to revisit, in spite of the sadness and pain it caused you Did the eternity blacken out every rock that causes you to shiver as if it thought it (the memory) better be dropped like shells that hide the nut of you, so, but you still retain, still being a somewhat wholesome gift of the past inContinue reading “Memory is like your roots, but how far?: A poem “
Love to see Australia awash; the media certainly wants that!: A poem
Before God could even make his wish and complete his tribulation; they were all writing odes and making films to Allah Allah land. And the greens and Lefties were full of spirit; busking all over Europe and shining at 35! Could they have grown any older and wiser? Keir Starmer looks perpetually quizzed, doesn’t he? Merz looks like he is just about to burst into tears! Macron feels like hisContinue reading “Love to see Australia awash; the media certainly wants that!: A poem “
LeoTolstoy, Introversion, Extroversion and Existence; markers and pivots, War and Peace!: A poem
What are the markers of life, as you float in aspiration, constructs narrated by a society of norms that convince you to believe in them. When religion fails you, and faith seems possessed only by the need to achieve that this should be the ultimate fate you live for! You carved out singularly sensitive tales of human life, brought forth by your own creative soul; butContinue reading “LeoTolstoy, Introversion, Extroversion and Existence; markers and pivots, War and Peace!: A poem “
Archangel Gabriel, you gay lunatic and beggar!: A poem
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 swinging on a vine! Did you come thus farContinue reading “Archangel Gabriel, you gay lunatic and beggar!: A poem “
You know Milo of Croton, I am much too strong even for you!: A poem
There was Milo of Croton, so strong that he won Olympic titles six-times over, and innumerably so many other titles, his legend was carved in statues and romantic literature down the ages. He even carried his own bronze statue. I have not sought fame and yet borne immense burdens! You know Milo, you only started with carrying a calfContinue reading “You know Milo of Croton, I am much too strong even for you!: A poem “
If I were a fool, and continue to be one, and be proud!: A poem
Look at me, and my tunic with all its wormholes! These wormholes to posterity; where I witness my birth and death and resurrection; in a timescale of a moment. So that I know my own defeat, as a purpose! That this knowledge like drops of vinegar on my thorn-crowned soul mitigate its suffering. And be called an aloe. You know the labyrinthContinue reading “If I were a fool, and continue to be one, and be proud!: A poem “
In the valley of words; and mountains of ideas!: A poem
Does a word fulfil an expression? Does an expression fulfil a thought? How benign is an expletive compared to the sense of actual anger, bitterness? Do you feel that an expression is only assuaged by its exhibition? Does, then, expression mitigate angst? Or do we ignore the frustration of dissatisfied resonance without the beat of the pulse and carry on with the swordsContinue reading “In the valley of words; and mountains of ideas!: A poem “
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