It’s been over a year since my last post, but today demanded it, because it’s not everyday you are present at the cremation of a great friend. Exactly two weeks ago, I accidentally called him very early in the morning and probably woke him up, but unlike me – who would have been instantly annoyed and ready to open the verbal ...
The young mother dangles the baby up and down by its fresh umbilical cord, like a yo-yo, deciding what she should do with it. Super glue is dripped into the eyes of the man they think is the culprit. Pseudo-charitable youth activists sit to talk about problems and argue with their prosthetic ideals. Hymns flood the air as the attrition-ists ...
The prostitute Rents space by the hour The Gold Digger A more expensive lease The Perfect Wife (In there is one) Home
I wonder how it is to be part of the generation below, looking up at ours To see many the same, many licking imaginary scars Most, rebels, with no causes, just trippin’ away the time Burning the days, fillin’ up on tequila, salt and lime My heroes all died young, I just hear their immortal echoes The only ‘heroes’ they ...
The Arab Spring has flooded the channels of our 21st century sensationalist media for months now and seems to have climaxed with the death of Gaddafi. But is the downfall of a dictator the pinnacle of a revolution? Is the world going to sit and watch and celebrate as thousands of innocent people with family, hopes and dreams who may ...
Writing this as I watch Channel 4′s latest shebang, and it has the accuracy of a blind sniper. I think the wrong starts with the description itself when they call the LTTE ‘secessionist rebels’, which I don’t think was a typo when they tried to spell separatist, which is what they were. By accepted definition, a secessionist is a person ...
My first time attending one of these ‘writer’s meetings’ and I must say it was quite entertaining. To me, what I took out of it was that 1. Ameena Hussein is a lovely person. 2. Sam Perera can be annoying when on the defense but quite the gentleman otherwise. 3. Ashok Ferry is a better entertainer than a writer. In ...
Withdrawal. Remorse Sleepless nights. My eyes dance behind their lids Pantomime flashes across my mind Stranded in limbo between sleep and life The memory makes my muscles tense Every cell screams in agonizing anguish After a long time of peace Turmoil visits me, welcome change I suppose Makes me see things differently Compels me to appreciate the colors of this world ...
Close my eyes And see hers, into which I’m falling Clasped hands pulse with hope Fervently watching the phone for answers No! for THE answer The clock hand’s every tick, Like a pulled trigger’s click Heart pounding with every tassle laden arterial flick Muscles tense Nerves on the verge, tendons revving to dance The Wait isn’t fun Like staring at the black hole sun, ...
The fly buzzed around the dust in the room Like a sugar cube in a whirlpool of stirring tea The tremors and rumbles began within Surging currents of acid effervesce Eerie creaks like a galleon sailing a stormy sea Journey to the center of the kitchen Seeking something to stop the gastric blitzkrieg The fridge, just as empty as my stomach Disappointed, ...
Close your eyes and feel the yearning In the silence hear the time turning Listen closely to your heart pounding Against a nervous frame anxious Patiently waiting for answers No! for THE answer The clock hand’s every tick Like a pulled trigger’s click Muscles tense Breathing dense Questions Doubts Melted moments and nervous bouts The Wait isn’t fun Like staring ...
Broken rains under a hallowed grey Be spared from the wrath Of the deity called fate We pray Behind her painted smile Inside the caverns Of soul and entity Lounge her demons servile Upon her shining son Lie her eyes pensive In them a lucid warmth In them a docile benison In them a tactile hope Through them a A ...
As I sit in the sun The morning warmth sifts across my face Memento Mori A new day bequeathed upon me by life Gratitude Conviction Hope Drumming the beat of my being The world beckons Opportunity in my embrace Whispers of fortune Snickers of temptation Morals Fame Success Lust it creeps in the air Red shadows and raspy laughs Sensual ...
It’s not until you have died inside Descended to the depths of hell And marched against it’s fiery tide Fought for your soul and for your life Defeating the demons within you Amidstthe darkness, grief and strife Shattered dreams, broken bones Trials, sorrow, anguish and pain Broken hearts and empty homes Climbing up fate’s jagged slope Dragging along whats left ...
An important question. Why? Why do we do it? We do it and then it makes us do it Just like us, it cannot stop It just wants it More and more Till our lives just hang Staring into the abyss On the edge of death Like a plague infecting others Till what keeps us together Is not the bond ...
