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What constituted the artistry of my soul?: A poem 

All through the hectic vacuousness of my life,  when I thought I had so little, so meagre,  not even a half-filled glass; I didn’t question  the lack of generosity of Fate. I am not even arrogant  in my being above expectation. I am happy with  the fructose of soulful wisdom, than the   saccharine of the material. Did my art arise   from lack ofContinue reading “What constituted the artistry of my soul?: A poem “

I swear by the poetry of my soul!: A poem 

You see, when I started writing poetry,  I didn’t think it was of any relevance to anybody else;  I just wrote like a contortionist feeling the wires  of my soul twist with the expression, and feeding them as well  from the library of imagination! How different   is imagination from reality, if one is borrowed from the other? Is there more euphoric vividity in dreaming than merely seeing?  Sometimes,Continue reading “I swear by the poetry of my soul!: A poem “

Would I be moonstruck? Would I be wonderstruck?: A poem 

I was wondering tonight  if I could watch the moon   throw shadows in persuasion at me!  I am limpid as air, but not limping water  I am a chronic romancer, but no crone  Would you believe that Allah got Parkinson’s   in contagion with the crone he slept with?  I am as moonstruck as wonderstruck, tonight  that I chance toContinue reading “Would I be moonstruck? Would I be wonderstruck?: A poem “

Mother, how can I live to abandon?: A poem 

Mother, I didn’t erect gravestones for you,  because, though you were so earthy, I knew  you didn’t belong to this planet! So am I  lost in such utter alienness, that I barely feel  I walked beyond the planet’s threshold; what with  so much fish around! I just could hope  brother Jesus wouldn’t be called a fish; so, we   could uphold our love for him! I am just   feeling at aContinue reading “Mother, how can I live to abandon?: A poem “

I am just levitated in levities: A poem 

(Thanks to evils like Anthony Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul!)  You know, how can I love so much  when love can only be a folly to loss?  Do you think it is my fault, to wear my heart  on my sleeve? I only beget pain when it takes leave!  Do you think my love is a besottment that should be punished?  I don’t think myContinue reading “I am just levitated in levities: A poem “

In this pain, I try to envision humour and poetry!: A poem 

I am continuously writhing in a warp of pain  as if to stretch every membrane  I want to explode like the memory  of that great God-particle, I once was.  But I still only writhe in pain, in the  stillness of my soul; that has copped  it for eternity. And I feel the wreaths of   helplessness, in my predicament, that  I, myself, chose –Continue reading “In this pain, I try to envision humour and poetry!: A poem “

Those pangs of losing; can sadness be overcome?: A poem 

I remember the flame on the festooned candle  of a communion that I failed to have faith in  somewhere in my growing years, not out of  disillusion, but out of a faint conviction;  Like a nebula that breaks out from its gaseousness  to take on the clarity of stars. Somehow, I always felt  that I was my ownContinue reading “Those pangs of losing; can sadness be overcome?: A poem “

Sometimes, to walk backward as much as forward!: A poem 

Do you think anyone can invalidate candour or honesty?  Is a memory an illusion or a reality, that you’ve picked up  from some distant recollection? How the stars exist  in our vision beyond their lifetimes? Do you think I would  just hastily valediction a past because it brings me pangs   of pain.  There is a love that overlaps every brigade of change.  From times when there was no script,Continue reading “Sometimes, to walk backward as much as forward!: A poem “

The fire I wanted came with all that water; so, I moved on: A poem 

I thought my aspiration was a distant country  so far flung; that it was almost a never-never land  That there were so many boundaries and walls between,  that I was bound to be incarcerated somewhere as  a trespasser. And should I spend my waning years   imprisoned and despairing that there are no destinations  to reach; to embrace the birdsContinue reading “The fire I wanted came with all that water; so, I moved on: A poem “

Me and You and a dog named Phunnu: A poem 

I could have woken in a Dionysian dream  laughing at the drunkenness of footloose  And invoked every lesser god in indulgences  that involved the orgy of souls transcribing  lyrics of metaphysics, and beyond that   wisdom of sacred mysteries. Even when   I was a child, I harboured a solitude of soul  that surpassed the latitudes of ordinary knowledge  You can see I did not possess theContinue reading “Me and You and a dog named Phunnu: A poem “