Our silent struggles …

It is so painful to speak against from where I come, this land to where I was shipped by Him; but as I struggle with words, others struggle with life itself. It feels like infidels thrive here, acting on their own fancies, hardened by their own ideas till in one shocking moment, explode a bomb … Read more Our silent struggles …

A big loss..?

I wonder at times, when I’ll stop mourning, if I will stop it at all; I wonder at times, if I stay in your memories, if that is my downfall. I know I must let go, I’ve told myself for long, to do it, stay strong; but it is so hard, to forget few things … Read more A big loss..?

Wild poetry..

Pulitzer prize winner Stanley Kunitz once told, “You must be careful not to deprive the poem of its wild origin.” I agree that it is born wild and free, no matter how it is born, and by what means! A poem forms in the sea of my heart An ocean of colors for this sacred … Read more Wild poetry..

Old times..

I remember a time when I had felt love; when my little heart missed a beat or two, when it thought of you; when I eagerly waited to listen to your voice it was my only choice; when I eagerly waited to walk by your side in pristine moonlight. Only in your company, I could … Read more Old times..