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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 “

Thank you, Oscar Wilde; if its either opportunity or circumstance!: A poem 

Quote Oscar Wilde “To live is the rarest  thing in the world. Most people exist, that’s all”  I can think of existence as a magnified wheel  in a nutshell. We have not the idea of   the bigger picture and we magnify the small.  You can say your poetry was living and expressive!   And I can say mine isContinue reading “Thank you, Oscar Wilde; if its either opportunity or circumstance!: A poem “