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Whose words hang on the edge of a precipice, Admiring the waters below, From the safety of their homes Whose hands are tied behind their back, And whose poems are sharpened on a tongue of steel, Set to silence, By the borders tread into this very ground, And the boulders docked at every port FromContinue reading “To Young Voices Everywhere…”

I looked into a soul so clear, A window cleansed by many a tear, And thought I saw a portrait complete, Free from avarice or deceit I peered again after years had passed, And witnessed a broken shell of glass, Within an opaque mirror shone, Muddled away by hardened stone, An illusion crafted by theContinue reading “At Second Glance…”

My innocence treads A dangerous trail Wandering along a winding footpath Of crimson spattered trees Whose delicate limbs sprout Fire encrusted flowers Writhing in anguish and torment My eyes are shimmering opals Turned wistful by years spent In a gilded land Unable to register the blaring Sirens of alarm Meant to rouse me from AContinue reading “Fear-dom”

To Abandon your Nation- The first step onto the soil They expect you to say, Your chains were freed, Of that other country That enslaves, And rapes, And underpays. That your wounds were healed, By those who loved with open arms, Who ignored your scars, By this nation that Pays, And prays, And preys, AndContinue reading “One Voice, Three Stories”

The following poems are a few rediscovered ones that I wrote a while ago. I couldn’t choose which one to publish on here, so I posted both simultaneously. Hope you like them! Let me know your thoughts in the comments below 🙂 Poetry- From silent mouths, And aching wrists, From stifled tears, And battered limbs,Continue reading “Rediscovered Poems”

(a collection of two poems) Ruby encrusted petals, Flutter and sigh in the, Mellow breeze, Dew-stained lips, And rustling fronds, Sordid epithets, Flowing like silk from, Mouths beset with thorns Perfection snakes its, Loving arm, Around languid stems, Seizing them by the, Nape of their neck, As they choke, On the cloying scent, Of theirContinue reading “To love a hyacinth-“

A humble zephyr wafts through,  The delicate pine,  As a soft strain murmurs from a lapping stream,  ‘Neath the plebian cicada,  Thrums with life,  Condemned to hum its monotonous song, For its existence Eternally brief as it may be Till death seizes it wildly by the wings. High above,  Amidst echinate brambles,  The mourning doveContinue reading “The Sun’s Revolution”