We Are Warriors: Three Poems

One In my dream, there is a quiet verandahof an ancient temple. The blue light falls like a shadow over the verandah and me.I wait for a leaf to stir me awake, a prayergong to sound, for even my cat to appearbut nothing moves here, not even me.  I carry this dream around like a talismaninside... Continue Reading →

Three Poems

Sunday Afternoons are Escaping The Sunday afternoon dips its toes quietly in rose water and stays there looking at the purple flowers escaping from stories inside books. They overstayed in their desire to be found and when no one came, slipped away to find new homes, peeping into this poem, that mosque, this hill where... Continue Reading →

Promises

A list of promises we must make ⁃ To unlearn the prejudices handed to us by our elders ⁃ To be seen. By ourselves. ⁃ To hold on to our anger and to let it sediment into a China cup. ⁃ To pour that cup away. ⁃ To plant a tree. ⁃ To expand ourselves... Continue Reading →

This Feeling

1. Words fell from the sky the fingertips the lips The rain came in spades. 2. You asked me if it was going to be okay. I said yes. You left. 3. Do you know overwhelm? Or fear? Or the waves of hope that crash against the beating of your heart? Making a noise that... Continue Reading →

Colours

It was a patchwork evening, the smog of the day blanketed the sky, foggy orange lights lit up the sidewalk where we stopped. You taking cash out of your wallet so I could get a ride home. Me fiddling with my handbag despite knowing I was out. You handed me a note that no one... Continue Reading →

Ripple Effect

From time to time, I am bewildered by how it takes me an inordinate amount of time to understand intentions or certain things people do. For all my powers of observation that be, I am pretty dense sometimes. Genuinely, I am like that cartoon character in shows who understands the event long after it has... Continue Reading →

Too Much To Ask

I’m sitting by the phone, waiting to hear from you, my arms droop from the side of the chair as I hold the newspaper in my right hand and smoke a cigarette using my left. There’s a terrible war raging outside and the reports are full of feelings, opinions, and warnings. The struggle, as they put... Continue Reading →

Sprinkled Sentiments #16

400. I have to admit it somewhere, so it might as well be here. I read a major chunk of Refusing Heaven and I didn't understand a major chunk of it. What I know from this experience is that I still have learning to do. And that makes me happy. For isn't it wonderful to... Continue Reading →

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