I live in the air of the night. Like I was in a closet, shut out from the noises of life. It is as if I can imagine my cloistered legspace winding up in a roominess of strange thoughts from inklings of the day. And I feel encumbrances of emotions and awareness love, grief, pain, excitement, benevolence, odiousness, generosity, rage, brevity and longevity. Like allContinue reading “I am sorry Coalition; you know that your oblivion is not my crime!: A poem “
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What do you think is my likelihood at decorum?: A poem
Am I deadwood gathering mould in a forest where it never rains, but is still damp and musty? Do I feel the circle of cells in my trunk collapse in lightless existence rung after rung and reduce me to a stump? Am I not coherent to any design? It may seem to many that I let go off myself… that I committed travesty on myself for not respecting my own aspiration…and would you fathomContinue reading “What do you think is my likelihood at decorum?: A poem “
The pivot of life…And I am brave not weary!: A poem
Did you witness a crunch time when all comes falling back at you; and you just thought you were the pinch-hitter. Now, the baseball cap made you realise your strengths. I am just batting like a friend (righteous mighty leader) in the distant West. I don’t detect any anomalies in an unnamed friendship! But the treachery against us, is also common ground! Right from the timeContinue reading “The pivot of life…And I am brave not weary!: A poem “
My sweet puppy dog, Phunnu!: A poem
I couldn’t even imagine the first moment I lay my eyes on you, it would be so much love; like an innocent knows the weight of such beauty before he actually, witnesses the object of it. I wouldn’t be lying to say I felt a surreal warmth and magic each time I caressed your fur. And you were so much of a newborn puppy dog, and like I already Continue reading “My sweet puppy dog, Phunnu!: A poem “
Dear William Faulkner: Never be afraid…Likewise me!: A poem
You can believe and have faith, and have fear flushed out of the valves of your lion heart Would they think they could insinuate you if you did not fear? Or would you think they could honeytrap you? Did they try every means to get you? And you felt age is no barrier, not even undeserved punishment; even pain! There is too much to loseContinue reading “Dear William Faulkner: Never be afraid…Likewise me!: A poem “
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 “
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