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Leave No Love Behind

And so it begins,an osmosis of hateSaffron~ Green~ Saffron Dripping Red again.Here, Breathe waves of hateWait, let reason drown.Now surface into air,set aflame what remains.

Continue Reading 07 Jun 2014

Seducing a City

Getting to know a city is quite like seducing someone. It's an unusual comparison, I know, but if you really want to know a city- to feel the rise and fall of its breath and listen to the unique beat of its pulse- you need to give it time to respond to your touch. It's a gradual process, and you need to tread softly as you trade the boulevards for...

Continue Reading 15 Apr 2014

Hunger Strikes

credit: UNHCR Photo Download.When hunger strikesBullets become morsels and The war rages on,The cause forgotten asBrother kills brother and humanity weeps.The sky mourns as streets turn red.What was this for? I forget,Memory now a contested terrainBecause our lives are tethered to puppeteersplotting and planning proxy-wars,Betting our lives for their gains.Snap. My sister fallsSnap. Our mother wailsWhat was left of my soul seep out of my faceBut the war rages on.As my eyes...

Continue Reading 26 Feb 2014

Look Inside

O man, you set forth to chart the seven skies,seeking that elusive light,night and day and night tumble on,and you, you still trudge along.You have reached the end of space and travelled backyearning a glimpse of what the heart demandsMany a trinket have you picked on this lonely pathand yet, there remains the widening void.O man, you set forth to chart the seven skies,And yet, you forgot to look insideSakinah,...

Continue Reading 26 Feb 2014

Conversing with familiar strangers...

After weeks of poring over books and journal articles in my dingy room (without actually registering what I am reading), I stepped outside for a change. With a few books I headed to the Trafalgar Square. It was a sunny morning so I decided to grab a cuppa coffee and a scone and sit outside the square café. My intention was to get to the reading material right away but I...

Continue Reading 16 Feb 2014

On Writing: Part 2

(When I feel like I should be writing something, but can't figure out what, I usually end up writing about writing itself. Yes, I am a little crazy. You can read the first installment of crazy here.) I am having some trouble with this writing business again. What I feel refuses, adamantly, to tie itself down to words. Every time I plead for coherence, my thoughts run amok and hide in forgotten...

Continue Reading 08 Feb 2014
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