Poems
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POEM “Irregular”
So irregular in my waysI dissert, you all!So irregular in my waysI hang at lastOn the ceilingJust to notBecome as you are!So irregular in my waysThen I becomeA photographyA paintingA biographyA memory! Continue reading
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POEM “Moon”
So in blood we rejoyceIn blood we wedIn blood we liveIn blood we die and sleep!Till the darknessTakes us awayFrom the burning SunSo we couldFinallyEntwineIn meadowsFull of rebirthingFlowers…That open only underThe nightlyEye! Continue reading
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POEM “End”
So we ended upRenouncingThe ill perversionCalled – Religion!So mayeth be thatOur voice is heard Here where we now dwell- In Freedom! Continue reading
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POEM “Eden”
Adam was never human!People asked “Was Eve?”She asked back “What do you think?”And there was the in betweenOf Morning and TwilightFor us hereTo find out!And who was the great He?People knew…someone who got accustomedTo say – it is all his!And it wasn’t… Continue reading
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POEM “Finally”
This is the last poem of the book “JOBS”Finally there…At the deskWriting”May I introduce myself?”Said the one who entered…- the one who was sitting Behind, said..oh, so politely”No.”The one who entered got the idea”Same old, same old.”And went home jobless… Continue reading
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POEM “Nothing”
To somatise the gnosa.”I am nothing,Considering whatI have to do”BecauseThe Zeitgheist is our objectOf projecting onto itThe capibilities of or subjectivityAnd individuality. Continue reading
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POEM “Charge”
I removed the chargeThat build itself upJust to see and buildFurther!My own intristic, inbornCharge…To have the beautyEntwine meOf my own Nature Continue reading
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POEM “A deed”
I found outHow it is to loveA whore…I did not knowWhat stands at the heartOf it all…was the actBig or small?And afterwards a door to,Moments of pleasureFollowed by leisureAnd a bodily seizureBecause the final blowGave us the afterglow…All we saw were coloursShowing us the strangenessOf reality itself! Continue reading
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POEM “Woolf”
Oh, politely as can beBecause you are, that is youWere a lesbian!I knew somehow you aWoman, with male underwearStill dressed in a dress! Properly!And at that time, wed allThe women of the world- to release their voice -Adeline StephenThat isVirginia Woolf…Are you still drowning? Continue reading
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POEM “Umbrella”
Realism and modernismAs Umbrella termsOf literatureFor those rainy daysWhen we don’t know what toDo with ourselvesBut to cry out- Weltschmertz -So we did, didn’t we?Cared less for the rainbowThan anything, and left thoseSugary thoughtsAs sweet as could be,Only for the timesWhen we eat chocolate…And saw what we liked the most- A clear sky! Continue reading
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