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Would I volunteer with false advice for fish or moon; I am too kind; so, you thought I was your feeding spoon?: A poem

I shouldn’t take anyone’s advice! It seems to screw up my sacrifice! Have my boat turned over and around capsized, and then drowned? You can see what has become of true love like a shutdown dead end of an alcove! And I can see the grinning grimace on the face of all those who had me abased! Dad, I can’t have you in the cat’sContinue reading “Would I volunteer with false advice for fish or moon; I am too kind; so, you thought I was your feeding spoon?: A poem “

O Dad, how you were always there for us!!: A poem

O Dad! I remember that day when I badly twisted my right wrist while playing soccer Mum was all panic and hysterical when she saw my hurt hand. My sister, Meena, rushed me to hospital. We didn’t even have a telephone, then, to contact you while you were at work! I needed surgery. Unfortunately, they did not fix it correctly! So, I spent a wholeContinue reading “O Dad, how you were always there for us!!: A poem “

Mother, we have an illusion of too much sunlight; when there is too little starlight in the darkness!: A poem

Mother, we have an illusion of too much sunlight, when, actually, there is too little starlight in an overwhelming darkness! Do you think there was only darkness in the Church-imposed dark ages? How every modernity that humanity pursued only saw the darkness’ persistence in one form or the other? Did you hold me in your arms, when I was anContinue reading “Mother, we have an illusion of too much sunlight; when there is too little starlight in the darkness!: A poem “

Fyodr Dostoevsky, I acknowledge your beauty; do you see mine; and that of my armies?: A poem

You saw suffering and pain, and called it inevitable I know the intelligence of truth has always suffered just like you did and felt your strength; and I did in the throes of eternal treachery. The depth of your soul, I acknowledge. But I look wandering aimfully, sometimes, if I can get any too. I am alsoContinue reading “Fyodr Dostoevsky, I acknowledge your beauty; do you see mine; and that of my armies?: A poem “

Zeno your Stoic middle-line is convenient to philosophy; but not to any of my ideology: A poem

Zeno, you tried to smudge the dichotomy of dispute. Aristotelians wanted self-sufficiency materialistically A happiness from being able to live in consistent comfort But Cynics were adamant that all that was material was bad They expounded the virtue in ascetism and austerity Even a Stoic was befuddled between the two, about clarity in managing of life, emotion and all thingsContinue reading “Zeno your Stoic middle-line is convenient to philosophy; but not to any of my ideology: A poem “

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 “