How could I feel the gnawing, of grief in silence, without crying, and know that this illusion of being home was not mine, since there was no picture of you? And feel I reside with such unkind reservation that keeps me from not shattering the windows and plucking out the thunder from the skies without the lightning piercing my heart? What stores the gold of the soul I sharedContinue reading “I only made a choice, but it took away my voice: A poem “
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Would the question resolve the problem?: A poem
Does it befit a world to be in an Auschwitz of souls? Would you want to settle in a dystopia, where belief is founded on the bedlam of truth? You can be the water of your soul or its lunacy? But I am never going to vouch for it! It is not even my bedlamp, lit up in my sleep! I know whoContinue reading “Would the question resolve the problem?: A poem “
The worthless evil of treachery; God’s dust is not dirt!: A poem
(You know that God is not responsible for the downfall of everything he stands for! He is not to blame, because he risks his own identity from being stolen!) I agree with Sylvia Plath that a poem is dust But would we be so sure that even dust must consolidate, to make us form, all of us? Sometimes,Continue reading “The worthless evil of treachery; God’s dust is not dirt!: A poem”
I have set my ground between Mars and Venus!: A poem
I suddenly felt I was an ever-enlarged tower reaching into the heart of the sky As if I had become Sandalphon The trunk of the tallest entity ever I think of the days I became strange to Sol Invictus And even felt lost with Ares How every friend I had counted on felt like an enemy?! Did the loneliness last an eternity? But now, I think even Sandalphon doesn’t hold aContinue reading “I have set my ground between Mars and Venus!: A poem “
I have this conviction; I have this vocation: A poem
Way back in my growing years, I lived in a community that practised its Catholicism quite unawares of the shakiness of its structure of fervent piety on the undergrowth of an abandoned past. Nobody gave a thought to revolt about forced conversion being a crime. Even me, with an already hidden wisdom, at the age of four, in my first essay on myself, wroteContinue reading “I have this conviction; I have this vocation: A poem “
Love is a soulful absenteeism in its presence: A poem
Do you think you feel a disconnectedness with sanctity, a loss of personal structure, a kind of colossal fall from self-dignity, an erosion of the soul (because your soul is also made up of the love you feel for others) due to betrayal? I know that I don’t take chances with love because I am strongly discerning! Not many fit into the eliteContinue reading “Love is a soulful absenteeism in its presence: A poem “
I am simply baring to dare, if you should test my powers!: A poem
I just seem to feel like the summer heat is getting under my skin. But at least the yellow Crown of Thorns in my balcony has not died like the rest of my flowering plants; even though it doesn’t have its earlier glow. The petunias died; I didn’t even bid them bye! What is love and caring, without the personal feel! Would youContinue reading “I am simply baring to dare, if you should test my powers!: A poem “
The cross-swords of love and hate, an obstacle or deserved ominous violent subtlety: A poem
I can make you think for yourselves But I can’t overwhelm your thinking with my pedagogue I am just no tradition of despots running propaganda The mean machine of today’s liberalism often assigns fascism to people with convictions. You can’t be prudish in being principled. Yes, there are donkeys that carry the burden of blame For all of you to earn your salvationContinue reading “The cross-swords of love and hate, an obstacle or deserved ominous violent subtlety: A poem “
Mother, I don’t care if I’m never reinstituted!: A poem
Mother, do you see the unanimous belief in the lie, I just couldn’t be watered down with it; nor could you We have semblance of the eternity locked in our soul Before we imprint ourselves by our dynamism, I revolt that the whole story will never be told. Who can I invoke, who can I name? There is none who befits my candour, when everyone I look up to is rendered lame Continue reading “Mother, I don’t care if I’m never reinstituted!: A poem “
I know courage always transmigrates: A poem
The age of chivalry is not dead for me For I know I never took my challenges lightly, but with the light of grace; felt the stranglehold of predators, but never felt strangulated, even when I felt my roomspace shrinking! You know that even my defeat is not my folly; you can’t fault me if I protest, Even thoughContinue reading “I know courage always transmigrates: A poem “
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