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Day 10 : A Poet’s Function

In these last days poets are like creatures raised who rail against stupidity against inhumanity and against death and destruction ..as we try to make sense of it all But they also serenade us with love and laughter tempt us... Continue Reading →

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The Place of Power

It's that space in the ether- full of riches It's a silence filled with charged hope It's the suppressed laugh with a lip that twitches It's where mind and body run to elope It's solitude- that rare gift for a... Continue Reading →

Grounded

  What do I know of power? I cannot fathom its texture or dimensions Is it loud? Does it growl….or shake its fists at passers-by? No, I do not know power But... I do know survival It's staying one step... Continue Reading →

Neighbourliness

God had the right idea when he prescribed a utopia for all near and far Love thy neighbour as thyself (He said) Don't leave them forgotten like an old book on a high shelf "Mourn with those who mourn rejoice... Continue Reading →

All in the Timing

There's a rumour going around that there's a time for this and a time for that I hope that when I catch up they'd have added a time to smell the coffee or a time to remove rose-tinted glasses or... Continue Reading →

A Cloud of Sorts

Let’s talk clouds today. Not your average cotton-candy-in-the sky, but rose-tinted ones that serenade us as we fly-carpet them from upturned lips to perfect laughter. Then, there are those dark clouds heavy-laden with pain, grief and sorrow that seem to... Continue Reading →

Peace

Emotions are the most unreliable of the human instinct - I find. They are fleeting; disappearing into the abyss just as quickly as they arrive. I constantly push them aside... just so I can see clearly. This write is more... Continue Reading →

Journey of a Prayer

Lunch hour at work. Just enough time to pen a poem. In reality, I've been ruminating on this one since yesterday and I'm no-where nearer understanding the essence of a prayer. I know what it is, obviously- and why...but I... Continue Reading →

Reading Fiction

Of all forms of communication, I sense that the non-verbal kind is the most telling. Whether it be body language or reading the signs of a person’s character or reputation, the clues are often difficult to ignore. I decided to... Continue Reading →

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