It was towards the end of the 1980s, around the time I was collating my poems from childhood into what I imagined would be a Literature Nobel Prize winning Anthology. I realised I needed a title for it. At that time a girl I had a massive crush on while in school had the initials SAJ. So I reversed her initials and then tried to fit it into "Poems of Sanjay". And voila "Joems Af Sanjay". I then titled the first page of the notebook with JAS in capitals vertically and the rest of it horizontally. Childish I know but then what can you expect from a 14 year old who is discovering puberty and has no means of performing acts of 'you know what' other than self love?
The title of the blog is a take on 'the false prophet' which is an oxymoron - which prophet isn't? False i.e. Most prophets are Foxy, some are Mormon; but all are False. I initially took up the attempt to write poetry to become famous. So while I plead guilty to accusations of wanna-be Megalomaniac, I am not a natural pansy nor a chic magnet. The eternally useful practice of 'trial and error' and years of self delusion have progressively made my poetry sufferable. By sheer persistence, I have managed to piece together rhyming sentences that managed to narrate some kind of tale. Mind over matter wot? The illusion becomes a hazy reality.
Kabhi Kushi Kabhi Gum
10 K hours ke baad
Poet bane hum
WTF ...
Thinks I, just wrote a bilingual Haiku
without intending to
And another in English too.
Malcolm Gladwell zindabad.
My Merry-SaGe W/Vows
I shall attempt to digitise by typing from the contents of JAS and from other places where I have tortured myself.
I promise my masochistic readers that they are in for an orgy of gargantuan proportions.
I shall endeavour to repeat the poems in their chronological order and definitely in their original verses.
For banter or verse, I now pounce on you huMan and Naif
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