RIFLE RANGE BOY

Reader discretion is advised. Thanks to JM for starting this conversation. They tell you that you are worthless, that you are flawed, and that you are the product of the original sin. You are a disgrace and living off God's Grace. God's Grace is the only one which is going to save us at the end of days. You are worthless, a sinner, a good for nothing. You who have nothing do not even have possession over your life. This soiled life is a total ownership of God. He has exclusive rights over you. You have no right to take it away. Even when one's dignity is lost, his existence may burden himself and those around him; nobody has the right to take it away. It is better that he suffers and makes others' lives a living hell. Life has to go on. God has plans for him, and these hiccups are part of his grander scheme of things. Our role is to be herded through and let Him do His mysterious work. We must be herded by the shepherd. It is not our position to ask whether the shepherd...

Devil All the Time (2020) A t one look, it seems that the story is going all over the place. At one time, you think that one particular character is the protagonist, but wham! she is killed off. Then another also killed off, and another yet again. There are plenty of killings and dying on the whole, but then, it all builds up to make sense at the end. There are many cryptic messages embedded within the storyline that questions the perception of what evil really is. Our divinity and evil part and parcel of the same continuum, not in contradiction but a mere extension of a spectrum?  One complements the other. Just like how light is appreciated in darkness, evil is necessary for us to appreciate goodness. Like how it is a necessity that Tom never catches Jerry for the excitement to continue. Will E Coyote will never have the Road Runner for dinner for Coyote may become mad if, one day, he gets up in the morning to realise that he has nothing to do. Satan can never lose if Goodness we...

https://mybukz.tumblr.com/post/174902329732/poem-aging-with-grace-by-farouk-gulsa JUNE 15TH, 2018 WINGSWORLDWEB  Poem: Aging With Grace by Farouk Gulsara Photo by Pranav Jain on  Unsplash Ageing with Grace My mane, my crowning glory, Once my pride, my joy, Is now but just a silvery tuft. My dimples, my charm, Have lost their twinkle, now just wrinkles. My charming Bella Donna eyes, Cataractic, xanthomatous, have lost their glaze. My neck, so nimble, so supple once, Now only arthritic, sprouts crackles. My breasts sprout proud once, Parturient, now sag, atrophy. The curtain bows. My female chest so majestic once, Now left kyphotic and osteoporotic. My midriff navel tease, sari for cover, Left now with striae, protuberant and scarred over. My posterior, an asset, my pride, Adipose now deposited on both sides. The thigh, the thunder, Is flabby without tone, none to wonder. The feet used to...