How many times must I fall from my toe against your feet Before I count my teeth with my tongue, Mr. Despot? My expectations such as are your countrymen’s respite, How many declining expectations on account of fiat? We winged our dreams in great heights to herald our hopes, We must now jettison all aspirations to accommodate fear, Where freedom has lost all responsibility to bear, Whose aspiration inspires such thuggery, succumb to your dopes?...
The night was dark-blue in the face with a pale-yellow eye; an occasional passing glow filters through a black smoke blanket covering like dusk light through the windowpanes of a dark room,— The curtains are drawn. Not a good day to have conversations with the night: it can barely see us; not even a good month to listen to its stories— A voice unsure about the sounds it speaks; not even a fond season for...
Dear lockdown folks, this is the Phoenix. Yes, that enigmatic bird of legends, the one that goes by what it can do not what muted dreams conjure up. Phoenix is my name! ”Lockdown folks, why are you so depressed?” Have you been watching the press briefings –yes, the ones created by DT. The ones that buck at reason; the ones that proclaim darkness even if the sky is bright and sunny? The daily news updates...
Beware, least you inspire in me not an act But a cobweb on the soul– “How do you say no in an attempt?” No man ever did—an elemental balm. For men the work of God’s creation drives A tradition up against the wall. You must nurture it, watch it, like a newborn— Otherwise, the spark can travel the path of stone. For us the breast undoes itself over and over: Just like the fingernail grows...
