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Words

Words, they have a mind of their ownUnsuspecting letters put together, Forced into meaning by men unknownA simple sentence when next to one anotherAt times complex, yet compellingLeaping out of pagesScreaming comprehensionSometimes sly, lurking between the linesFeigning innocence, craving attentionWords, often misused,The real Weapons of Mass DestructionAnger and rage all rolled into rockets,Launched by the tongue orspilt by the pen now even on news!Men, women and Nation states,Blinded by passion and...

Continue Reading 02 May 2012

Submission

I runAway from the world Unfinished battles now behind Pain makes its way,crushing me in measures taking pleasure in my misery. I cry, I screamMy anguish in vain Salty droplets trickle down my cheeks And when despair digs deeper I hear a faint voice from a strangely familiar place The echoes find me And tug at my heart ‘Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar’ ‘Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar’ 'God is great' says a...

Continue Reading 02 May 2012

A Choice

A soft garmentLight in her handsA soft fragrance against her faceThen a swish, a twirlA pin to hold it in placeAnd some more just in case…A beautiful colour draped on her headFalling gently across her shoulders and down her chestA peek at the mirrorShe sees an imageA smiling woman, her head held highShe knows whom she has to pleaseAnd it’s not manIt’s the one above.Lord of the worlds,Knower of the...

Continue Reading 30 Apr 2012

Rhythms of a forgotten city

Clouds assemble and invoke the windNow rain drops on the window sillA steaming cup of tea warming me from withinThe familiar smell of a favourite ol' book (More dog ears than I can count!)The feel of damp, yellowing pages against my hands as I sift through worlds beyondBattles fought and won and regrettedWarriors killed, leaving anguished sweet hearts in their wakeOrphaned kids and mourning widowsFate stealing the light from their eyes...

Continue Reading 29 Apr 2012

The not-so-delicate art of procrastination

It's that time of  the year again. Students who had forgotten their status of 'seekers of knowledge' suddenly find themselves swimming against a tide of course works and assignments. As they attempt to tame this Frankenstein they have created over a semester, some of them morph into zombies. You can spot one of them walking, dazed, in the library. Today, we follow him.Juggling a cup of coffee (Not to mention the cans of red...

Continue Reading 28 Apr 2012

Corfu, Greece: Day 2

          Today was a little more relaxed day. We couldn’t see much in the morning as the      weather played spoilt sport. So we lazed around in the reception area over-using the  WiFi. My father meanwhile managed to start an elaborate conversation with the manager  about greek politics, economic policies and the EU. We could sense their hopelessness when he spoke about the state of his country. Their was a...

Continue Reading 09 Apr 2012
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