[ Pic by: Anas al-Shareef/Reuters] A place that was once his home was ripped open by airstrikes Everyone in the house died that night Buried under the rubble He tried to claw them out With his bare hands For hours Screaming for help No one came As dawn broke He sat on his bed In silence Nothing more to ...
The things I never said The things you never heard Turned days into years The things you said you would But never did Turned into bricks With which I built a fortress around my heart And after the final brick was laid I could no longer see you Only the time you stole from me Remain as Karmic debt ...
If you see me strong, Know that I have fought battles no one knows about, In darkness, and in pain, I have wrestled, often in vain Questioned existence Eyes blurred with tears No one will see Strong women, come out from their lair, all put together, No reflection of the turmoil within, Laughing, opinionated, smart Changing, leading, keeping everything ...
Many mother’s have lost children After a decade of peace On Easter Sunday , in Sri Lanka, Many more children’s lives were lost A mother, a wife no more Just a woman, trying to make Sense of what happened Reliving, regretting, each second of that dark day of doom 21st April, 2019 they sauntered casually In to the house ...
That is all you can have of me, you said I said I wanted more, More, more, more You didn’t ask me why I did, perhaps fearing, more, the reasons as to why you can’t give me what I wanted, than The giving itself We watch each other, now, Circling the “more” that could not be transcended Hardening , ...
I should have called you back I got up Off the floor after a half an hour conversation and you said goodbye I didn’t want our conversation to end So I waited till you walked home from up the street From the telephone booth where you used to call me -10 – 15 minutes or so That’s the time ...
Have you seen a tyre? Dark and gloomy Hard and black Without beginning or end Whichever way you look at it Heavy,lifeless, it can take you from one destination to another, if you will Depending on where it is fixed But on its own It doesn’t do anything Until THEY find it Have you seen this tyre? sometimes burning, ...
You can’t tell me I can’t ask you For fear that We will break us Into a thousand pieces Somehow We’ve created a safe place A space where we exist I can hear your hurt Through the words that haven’t been said The heavy silences The unspoken truths The hesitation Both unwilling to let go Knowing, fearful, aware Of ...
We connect you and I over distance and time and on some days we can disconnect just as simply create the digital divide ‘cos this, exists more in the imaginary realm Than it does in real life safer, behind screens, where emotions are created rather than felt less to lose , more to gain Online – offline modern day ...
Always hidden behind smiles tears, in silence, at night pain, that dulls, and resurfaces, dulls and resurfaces randomly triggered, you’d think, heartbreak is more mental than physical, but, I can feel my heart hurting, when I think of you memories that have faded with time, memories, that come alive, You are that constant ache, in my heart that constant ...
Is there something love can still do? I ask, smiling skeptically he’s offering me his heart, tormented by feelings, raw and new his confusion is evident, at my question in response to his offer to love me Perhaps I’ve been loved enough to know how love changes everything, takes control, breeds carefree abandon, trust until there is no ...
If you’ve lost the will to laugh If you’ve lost the will to smile If you can’t watch them theorize anymore Fingers pointed at each other, in blame If you’ve hung your head in shame, these few weeks And feared forgetting them Those that killed, and, those that died If the security checks are becoming the norm, yet again ...
Let’s not forget, how we felt these three weeks picking up the pieces of their lives from amongst the rubble, are those that are left behind, rubble, that used to be a mother, a father, a brother, a sister, a son, a daughter, a grandson, a granddaughter, a grandparent, an uncle, an aunt, a cousin, a friend a neighbour, ...
Balmy island nights, frangipani wafting through the air, monsoon showers falling from the sky, screeching down, amidst angry thunder, and lightening, tearing through the clouds, running, spiraling, downward towards the sun battered grass, afraid of what is to come we watch each other, circling, like the birds, speak or stay silent, speak or stay silent, SPEAK OR STAY ...
you said, “we should think about this….” cos, it’s all wrong this thing, we’re doing with each other and that it is this should mean less than what it does right now but why does it feel like more? why does it feel like everything and nothing at the same time why does this make me feel like me ...
There’s no one to save you from yourself just you, No twist in this tale, no dramatic beginning or end all that, has come, and gone what’s left are the imprints, of broken promises much of which you’ve made to yourself of how things are going to be, that perfect everything, that was supposed to be your life, if ...
Is it enough these silences, will they, tell you, what words will not say, will you, divine the meaning, of these wordless words, and will I remain, with these silences, forever…. will you be there when I cross over? with your hands on your hips and that crooked grin longing eyes and bone crushing hugs those moments we took ...
