poem
POETRY / October: An unfinished poem
Glamorous lightweight raindrops from the October sky keep
POETRY / Silence
A star fell on the ground in the windy night
POETRY / Republic of the dead
As if playing a game of chess / Still the world waits for the next dawn
POETRY / Birth of a poem
Hark! / Busy work of Hands
POETRY / Carpe diem
but i can't. i cannot be bothered to find / meaning behind the faults in my father's eyes
POETRY / My heart's longevity comes from my maa's magnifying kindness
Maa, you are an endless exhibition / of sweet-sour happiness
I heard they are changing the dictionary
I heard they are changing the dictionary.
When the streetlights flicker, think of revolution
When the streetlights flicker, think of every doe-eyed child that the city swallows
POETRY / Anger and other blessings
A walkway through the crystal-clear lies
'Resist': Sehri Tales selections, Day 11
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 11 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Resist
Sleepy ghost flight
You have made ice out of my heart;/ we were once nothing–you brutalise me
To the Newton of Gaza
Words were never my greatest strength/ But the arsonist's child will read them
'Flick': Sehri Tales selections, Day 8
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 8 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Flick
'Rescue': Sehri Tales selections, Day 2
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 2 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Rescue
‘Ignite’: Sehri Tales selections, Day 1
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 1 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Ignite.
My inner rebel & I
How do I tell her, that things often don't work out the way you expect them to, / And that you are, in fact, alone in this
In another life, I’d still live as her
I've lived as her;/ I've known my mother’s plight.
My Parents’ Window
Years later, when I would no longer live in my parents' room and grow to have my own,/ I would disregard all the hours I had spent by the window staring at beetles hiding.
Sweet shop vendors
We will chase after stringless kites, Down the road