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Can you hear them? The prophets are leaving. They have had enough. The mountains no longer go to them, no sea is churned, while the sky hides its moon and the stars are too blurry to read. The earth lays…
i will not ask for love until i am handed some. i ask for your love, vulnerable and raw. will you rip your chest apart to show me which demons lie beneath it? remember, the cascading waterfall i took you…
Halfway to suhur the night opens its iwan a resonating chamber as glorious to me as the throat of a frog is to a frog who only differs from the choir of mysterious harmonising night creatures outside by the scale…
Corners folded, curved, stuffed With minced meat, potatoes, peas Spices galore Platters upon platters, overflowed To again feed the empty pangs of Ramadan Another year tendered sustenance, With memories yet to fill Each dish embraced as savoury favourites; Samosas, pakoras,…
I am angry. The fury of life is enraging me. I have six glasses in my kitchen cupboard. Deliberately the thickest glassware you can buy in hope that the children don’t smash them every dinner time. I want to take…
Violent harangues of hunger pangs, Solemnly suppressed by invoking hands. Tired, listless, lethargic limbs, Silently cleanse the soul from sins. Somnolent, tired eyes, Stay awake to seek their prize. Dehydrated, throbbing heads, Understand the blessings of health. A gathering of…
Dear diary… I’m still awake at 3 in the morning 3.42 to be precise I just can’t switch off my racing mind Because I remembered that thing I said Which may have caused offence Or not But it’s there Then…
I am ready to apply my wings of hope and fear to fly. I am ready to be guided by a satiation of love towards my destination. I am ready to accept there will be rough winds that will attempt…
It enters through my feet. It stops my feet from moving. It paralyses me so I am unable to get out of bed. It begins to fill me. It fills me up to my hips. The lower back ache intensifies….
We are free. We are free to do harm or not. We are free to lie or tell the truth, to say hurtful words or remain silent. We are free to steal or not, to kill or not, to respect…
Before I send you another strong line That will send a shiver up your spine Details of how I was sheltered through the storm Below is a passage that describes my land and home! In this kingdom of Ashes, The…
You forced me to hate, They forced me to date. But no one ever forced me to be free and take that degree. A desire I had still wanders in the air. I wonder and wait while I hopelessly stare….
I had no self-respect, So I covered my flesh So I lowered my gaze So I held my tongue So I quashed my anger. I had no purpose in life, So I rejected want for need So I shared my…
You’re free they say, You have choice they told me, At what cost though? I didn’t know. I have free will I read, So long in the lines I keep. That scripture spoke to me. My soul though, Will guide…
A honey-gushing spring breeze sprinkles blissful showers, Burnt pages, an oath of no return, spreads its wings Life is molten lava, a moth’s temptation to a flame. Life’s mysterious essence is inside a scared little red box Within the box…
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