A poem — After the opening man-made Wildfire died down Following a heavy downpour, The elders formed a ring around And scorned the youth: “Why do you try to unearth The unintelligible Covfefe of life? Why try to create and control The uncontrollable flames of fire? Flame and heat are the gifts of…

A poem — That was no country for young men; Their peripatetic desires Frustrated by the lecterns of Mosques. Vested, entrenched patriarchy Stifles men and women alike. Days are fronts of Jihad, Nights were theatres of thieves. Therefore, to find the place That launched a thousand quips, I have sailed from the Orient…

a poem — Man’s egomania forges a vile being– god. Her search for meaning Puts Her at the center of it all. She, easily, disregards Other thousand worlds, And places Her own at the Fulcrum of it all. If he–god–lives, Why the vulgar-breath Took so much wee, Annoying pain To set the stage On a grand scale, When the tip of a pin Could’ve sufficed for it all? Why dig a pool Teeming with frogs and fish,

A POEM — I mail-ordered my select paradise today, after visiting to view it: it has a nice, great table like the Resolute Desk. And a comfy, revolving chair with enough wheels and levers to stress ergonomic bliss. It has a little, refreshing café with cold motley salads, and decaf-dairy beverages. It has…