The Sea Sings

The sea has travelled west to cross my path while I was travelling north to find mountains and in the moment I wondered where did it all start and is it the end. I have travelled so far away from home that I don’t remember what colour it was but I miss books and bed … Continue reading The Sea Sings

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can you stitch me?

They stole parts of me when thoughts met like land and sea at the horizon and I mistook them as soul. Now there are patches and holes made by hope that transformed into expectation and the parts that remain are rotting every day, leaking poetry and song, unaware that there is a right time for … Continue reading can you stitch me?

Clown

I used to think fear is strange until I realised it doesn’t exist. I have always believed that freedom lies in controlled expression. Everything uncontrolled is just anger and rage and chaos I stay away from. Did I forget to tell that I am a Clown and this isn’t a joke? Clowns think before they … Continue reading Clown

Loev

Once upon a time, love changed. It was too tired of the position it held, for years, too tired of sleeping straight, so it twisted a bit- E and V exchanged their positions and now it's read Loev. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- *In conversation with love* “What has changed?” “Everything.” “By just a change in spelling? Why did … Continue reading Loev

Fate

Omran Daqneesh sits in the back of an ambulance after being dug from the debris of an air strike in Syria on Thursday.Photograph by Mahmud Rslan / Anadolu / Getty What else can it be? The boy who was having troubles with his father, sat in his office; a father, who might have, for the … Continue reading Fate

Origin

I wonder about origin all the time. In pits of time lies a beautiful beginning of all the poems with soft kicks and loud cries, and that beautiful smile of the poetess, usually alive. I like beginnings, but origins intrigues me. Isn’t it fascinating, how just an idea can be converted in words, and how … Continue reading Origin

For you, stranger.

I am no lover, just a silent stranger, and you attract me; your art, your mind and not this body which melts with time, into the shackles of earth, and mix in rubbles of fumbling mankind. I see you, with a ‘hi’ oscillating in my vocal cord; words of appreciation gets entangled in my tongue, which I swallow. Deep down there is a child that still fears to cross the boundary laid by uncivilized civilians.