Poetry

The world can be blurry But the truth is not Written words can be fuzzy But speech is not I am forced to hold my breath For moments I am not expecting My shadow has my soul at gunpoint Compelled to lay flowers on my nemesis And start fires on the graves of my friends As if I am a bunch of bliss and abyss (of inferno) Crammed into flesh I’m wrigling out my heart For the last bit of…

Of asterisks and obelisks. History carved in monuments. Of numbers and their mantissa Tracking heartbeats in sync And of wailing and tired hearts Yearning for a new secession of the pleb Of the constant quest for direction Parents being led by those they birthed Of clothed bodies and naked souls Of unknown friends. Of known foes. Of statues made by earth and fire. And by zephyr, carrying the scents of tulips and Jasmine Of moments. Written with quills or engraved…

My quill isn’t broken. My ink jar isn’t empty or dry. On this literary journey—aspiring to be as engrossing as Kongi or as imaginative as William Wordsworth—I’ve come to realize that taking breaks as a creative is often the best recipe for producing exceptional work. Just as muscles aren’t built in the gym but during rest, literary inspiration isn’t replenished while searching for the perfect words. So, I’ve been resting—but not anymore. A friend of mine recently posted a Haiku,…

This is not poetry to tell you how wonderful you have been How you have been a guide, and a light unto my feet This is not a poem to tell you about how well you have nurtured me Or how invested you have been in my well-being. This is not a poem to tell the world, that without you and your efforts And that without you and your sacrifices And that without you and your tears of love and…

The answer is 42 But I don’t know what the question is I have asked the the ones flirting with insanity And the ones far from the border line crazy I have asked the young and the old And the one’s whose stories aren’t told The answer is 42 But I have no idea what the question is… I have searched the new york times And the readers digest I have asked politicians And men and women of religion I…

We seek happiness But sorrow seeks us too We seek love But sometimes, hatred gets the better of us We seek truth But lies won’t seize from the mouth of the trustworthy We seek trust BUt betrayal is somewhere in sight We seek justice But we are fed with only an abridged version of it We seek death to the sick But the healtheir ones die first We seek power Only to get drunk by it… I mean, whatever happened…

In the beginning was the word and the word was without a machete or sword/ But when we read still slices our hearts through our cords like a convict on his knees calling on his lord/ Whereas, happiness is not given as a constant in the mathematical equation of existence/ Whereas, tears is not inversely proportional to the square root of the ratio between happiness and sadness…/ Also given that, every YES does not necessarily define a new beginning of…

There comes a time when flowers lose petals A time when the sun makes way for the moon to reign A time when babies become like those who birth them A time for welcome smiles and goodbye hugs Dr Hakim The time has for you for us to pour out our hearts to you.. And you will hear nothing but the truth and Allah is my witness No matter how scary a dream is… A child is not scared to…

In as much as I detest Candy Crush requests I will accept. . . But You sending me a challenge of the ice bucket Makes me wonder if you not suffering from Fracture of the eye socket/ The truth is, from the on set, I knew you would stray from the main goal The moment i heard you talk trash on set/ Celeberties in Europe and America came together for a cause/ To raise funds and awareness about the ALS…

I see you with hands in chin/ In thoughts deeper than wells of Beijing/ I see you constantly run your fingers through your hair, like you now live in a world whose problems you no longer can bear/ I hear you deep sighing/ Shaking your head and clapping your hands. . .well I know what you’re implying/ That you’ve been to hell and back/ Or that you feel betrayed and no one’s got your back/ Listen, I’ve been there. .…