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 “
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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 “
Mum and Dad, you know my story, thank you for listening!: A poem
Mum and Dad, there is a lot I have to say I always kept my grievances for another day So, you must quite understand that I feel bottled up like a shut home without any ventilation Even when I was a child, I picked up skills of communication, both verbal and written I could evenContinue reading “Mum and Dad, you know my story, thank you for listening!: A poem “
I am a survivor; and still in one piece!: A poem
(Prakash Saint Paul, you are a very small-hearted person, in fact, you have no heart or soul at all! You only pretend to be the sun because you want to eat all you can get to eat!) I see a light shining on my face And I feel transfixed by it like a meadow hare thatContinue reading “I am a survivor; and still in one piece!: A poem “
Where do I stand with you all?: A poem
I know this travel/ travail, and my armour being the trappings to tolerate the jungle; even a jumble of deeds resonates, like fierce howls of wolves. The battle cry is no herald of victory, for a Trappist who retained his austerity but forgot his silence. My Goddess has sensed my frugality of action turning into friction! She cautions me, but leaves me to my own devices. I am Platonic inContinue reading “Where do I stand with you all?: A poem “
Do I have kith or kin, or just a lifeless poem?: A poem
I have no elephants on my backseat No monkeys to hand over treats The duck is nowhere near my lazy feet The fish has got me beat I’m just not going to savour the sweet It’s all the imbalance in my teeth You can’t make me, no more donkey, to repeat Even the ass won’t claim that feat I’m just thinking nobody can, me, unseat If you think I’m a ruthless cheat! Let itContinue reading “Do I have kith or kin, or just a lifeless poem?: A poem “
To Saint Paul, the Church, Anthony Albanese, the Labor Parties, the Left, the UN, the EU, the deep sea, the Moon, Allah and all the origins of conspiracy against me!: A poem
You know you can’t widow a bird from its Godhood When that little lyrical bird dies it flies to its God; doesn’t drop into the sea! I was tailor-made to do my duty You can’t now keep crushing me by throwing chess pieces at me You can’t even have anyone I love, for with your relentless crimes against me, you chose to dispossess me. I am notContinue reading “To Saint Paul, the Church, Anthony Albanese, the Labor Parties, the Left, the UN, the EU, the deep sea, the Moon, Allah and all the origins of conspiracy against me!: A poem “
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