Go back to childhood –
when these weapons of mass distraction didn’t exist,
and we played with sticks and stones,
delighted in flights of handmade kites,
made flick-knives out of used ice cream sticks,
burnt leaves with magnifying glasses,
blew bubbles on jungle gyms,
raced each other and did cartwheels…
playing outside for hours on end –
no screen fatigue
nor humped necks from constantly staring down. … More Presents for the Future
A balloon filled with glitter… … More For A…
I am bound
by invisible strings.
They linger in my consciousness –
even in a moment of peace,
such as this one,
where I sit utterly alone in this room,
morning sun streaming in,
birds emitting somewhat subdued chirps,
while the hum of the highway forms ever-present white noise. … More Cutting the Strings
They call it an annual visitor,
Yet that personification doesn’t capture
the beauty and essence
of the treasures this month holds.
For,
Ramadaan
is no guest to be entertained,
nor housed,
nor fed…
instead, it feeds our souls
that which we too often miss
in the haze of the rest of the year. … More These nights…
20 years later,In this same, blessed month,I sit in a different life – a different world. So far removed,in time,in emotion,in mental and spiritual statefrom what I was back then. Back when I simply existed,unhappy with life – no sense of direction,no inner peace nor fulfillment – beyond short-lived indulgences which offered nothing of substance. … More 20
In the quiet moments,before others arise,take advantage of the silence:an intimacy untouched by external word or deed,precious moments of peacebefore the wheels of everyday lifechurn back into action. Read, if you will.Or reflect on moments of achievement or pain. Or simply sit –free of both movement and thought –simply being,as you soak in the stillness … More The Quiet Moments
A as time brings a new season,
shed the attachments
that no longer serve your growth,
and emerge
more beautiful,
ready to float through life’s currents… … More A Song of Spring
These are the times
for long walks and cool drinks,
sweltering heat and makeshift fans –
adept at both cooling
and swatting away
the buzz of unwelcome visitors
with no regard for personal space. … More Summer Daze (part 2)
A flood of memories from a life left far behind… … More Let it Flow: Memories of a Past Life
*Updated with link to a Google form, as I received a report that the email link wasn’t working* Almost a year ago, I released the electronic edition of Let it Flow – a ‘best-of’ anthology collecting what I considered my most meaningful poetry and reflections from the previous fourteen years of writing. This November, I’m giving it away for free – if you’d care to answer a few questions. … More One year book anniversary (and a freebie for you) – updated
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