I’m not a great admirer of T.S Eliot’s poetry. It doesn’t mean I dislike it. If the much-touted Wasteland supposedly showcases his talent at its pinnacle, I must say it is not quite a talent at all. I like his Love Song of Alfred J Prufrock much better in comparison. Here’s the thing: if the [...]

Another poem. Comments and criticism welcome as usual.
Noises on my way to work–
Opposite me, on the outside,
From the side hurtling forth with unexpected rush,
Overtaking me from directions real and imaginary.
Loud sounds around the window or
When I open my door, I welcome more noise to trespass;
Walks all around inside my house,
Its power empowers but itself.
Cymbals [...]

It’s almost been a month since I posted something. Here’s some original poetry I wrote on the fly dedicated to the One Who Shall not be Named.

I quite like the way you clarify
With words repeated and repetitive wordplay
With conjoined alphabets and letters– or is that
Alphabetter, the way you invent your own
Spellings, assign old sounds to [...]