Poetry

BOOK REVIEW: POETRY / When silence speaks louder than words

'On the Other Side of Silence' is a thoughtful volume of poetry, not just because it summarises every existential crisis that visits contemporary life but also because it engages, unlike a postmodern cynic, with the issues that plague the world

Poetry / The poetry of rain

It would rain in the rains / And the rest of this poem would be written by someone else

POETRY / Writing a memoir

There’s a purgatorial break between these stretches …flaxen against the lights

POETRY / I loved you because I did

So go in peace, be free, be kind.

POETRY / Escape

You thought you had escaped, didn't you? / Outran everything that weighed you down

POETRY / Mould

A quiet, seniority in its touch, / A tenderness that feels like it's meant to last

POETRY / Memory speaks

Sometimes at early dawn / You overpower my eyelids / And won’t let me wake up

Hair

I love the texture of your hair and I wanted to tell you about it in far too many words than either you or I are comfortable with.

KHERO KHATA / Making headlines

We'll put up feigned politicians / And their fake promises instead

September 30, 2023
September 30, 2023

IS & WAS

Death dwells between is and was, Riding the final particle of a fading breath.

September 30, 2023
September 30, 2023

KA DINGA PEPO

It is odd that nowadays One seldom hears the words

September 30, 2023
September 30, 2023

If I Speak

Tell me what to say when I need to speak, If I have to say something, So what can I say: look at that

September 29, 2023
September 29, 2023

Moezzi’s ‘The Rumi Prescription’ and Rumi’s relevance in this manic world

Rumi's spiritual and motivational verses not only empower us to confront life's frustrations and anxieties but also illuminate the path to genuine emotional fulfilment and inner peace.

September 26, 2023
September 26, 2023

T.S. Eliot and on living in unreal cities

I once again find myself drawn to "The Waste Land"—though this isn’t about just the one poem, not really—where so much of the old world exists in motifs in a tattered landscape.

September 25, 2023
September 25, 2023

Silent screams

Let us raise our voices, let us be heard, / Justice for the dead, let their voices be stirred

September 23, 2023
September 23, 2023

Reminiscent

I remember the wallowing hole inside of my chest, / hollow and bleeding

September 23, 2023
September 23, 2023

Not everyone looks at the sky with the same weighted heart

Once, I believed there was a crown on my head. The heart was brimming with life and light Brimming with boundless force to surpass any spread. Among the crowd, I was always one

September 21, 2023
September 21, 2023

Prompts

The pavements are hotter in winter, the rain never wets the asphalt and I never tell you to do anything else other than “be”. 

September 16, 2023
September 16, 2023

The colour of revolution is red

And along with our bodies, the rage keeps on, / we chafe and bleed and clot and steer; / we go mad and nude