The day they finally hid Jonathan Bakshi in a box And lowered him behind a church that was marked orthodox, Although he wasn’t one, that I can say For I have known him for years, maybe months and even days. His wife departed him—a stroke she couldn’t evade. Behind the same orthodox church, her mortal … [Read more…]
You are not made of nouns—Not the one gifted properly when you were welcomed into this world,Not the ones of convenience by those that saw you grow up,Not the ones of ridicule for some couldn’t stand your presence,Not the ones of adoration by those who moved your essence.You are not made of nouns—Not the laid … [Read more…]
This freedom that’s bestowed on us is not devoid of suffering.Each tie we cut exercises our tolerance of agony.Relinquish the comforts of mind and flesh for thoughts to let shrinkand relish the silent breathing. Relinquish these ties to be free.Suffering of the saints, the martyrs are cast from the same hardened mould—fights indistinguishable from each … [Read more…]
(You) gave me these pills and then drugs, sex and bliss.Water streamed, money flowed drained out like piss.Ecstasy kicked in and I felt so scarred.Gazed on two lovers walking the boulevard—(They) looked at each other for stealing a kiss.Can I steal this happiness?(I) made myself guest for those you have called friends.Swallowed their drinks, to their … [Read more…]