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Posted: August 29, 2019 at 2:58 pm   /   Literature, Poetry

They play proxy game. And we are played bluntly not seeing the whack leaving brown bruise on our simpleton curvy rear. Each mark marks an epoch of stupidity of the nonchalant statesmen in Kashmir, Kabul, Islamabad, Dhaka, Kuala Lumpur, Jakarta, Baghdad, Damask, Palestine,  Istanbul, Tehran, Riyadh, Abu Dhabi, Kuwait City Manama, Muscat, Doha, Sana, Bander […]

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Posted: July 29, 2019 at 3:25 am   /   Literature, Poetry

When it seems OK the steps of the staircase but not seemingly trustworthy, One sets his wobbly feet                                            descends                                                            from                                                                   the                                                                        skeptical                                                                                      brain. Everybody looks for assurance in insurance, savings account fixed deposit, bond, share, or myriads of intriguing schemes.                                                                                       Who                                                                           doesn’t                                                                   want                                                                 to                                                    ascend? […]

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Claustrophobic Pain

Posted: July 13, 2019 at 6:58 am   /   Literature, Poetry

Pain expands at the expense of my chime. My life rattles failing to gauge the amplitude of trials. Doors on the both sides of the life and afterlife creak in anonymous pain. Carelessly I tramped on the path. Now carefully I groan seeing the mushrooming pain on the both sides. Pain knows my name. My […]

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“I absolve you”

Posted: June 7, 2019 at 10:24 am   /   Literature, Poetry

Your face flickers in tandem with scenes on the TV screen. Light from the screen casts your silhouette on the deific sofa in achromatic black and white. With eyes glued to scenes from Sin City you customarily reckon your sins committed since last Sunday’s sermon. Before next Sunday service you must remember the names and […]

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Posted: April 29, 2019 at 7:48 pm   /   Literature, Poetry

Pagpag* People scavenge the garbage looking for history. Bits of it salvaged from the rubbish, recycled in the kitchens in the slums of Manila. Convenient parts of the history are digested by the solvent omnivores at the ritzy restaurant. Leftovers are discarded as useless undergarments that nobody collects but the jejune mass of unsophisticated eyes, […]

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