and none left untouched

no ocean that separates your land from mine no mountains mark our borders the same wind blows to my side the same shadow casts on your side time after time we repeat the same old... though we speak in many tongues *** Any guesses as to what I am speaking about here? It is in … Continue reading and none left untouched

Defiant!

Stood defiant in the face of history Each brick cemented with a memory Whispers once shared in one tongue Which anthem shall now be sung? *** Thanks to Liaqat Ali Vance for this photo and to @LahoreMore for sharing it on Twitter and providing inspiration for my poem.

where light divides

From the International Space Station here is the India-Pakistan border at night. This photograph shows one of the few places on Earth where an international boundary can be seen at night. The winding border between Pakistan and India is lit by security lights that have a distinct orange tone. Source perhaps we hid behind borders because we are … Continue reading where light divides

Silent Words

Silent words carry potent curses Unheard but spoken Unconstrained by language Unreleased anger Incomplete goodbyes

More Than Words

I’d rather be the rhythm than the lyrics I’d rather be the paper than the ink I’d rather be the ears than the tongue I'd rather be the photo than the caption Recognise me through my deeds Rather than my vows Identify me with my smile Not my prayer May my utterances Be overpowered by … Continue reading More Than Words

The Myth of Me

When Poetry meets Myth

The Poetry of Laughter

Whatever you are doing...STOP! Right now! Take a 10 minute break and watch this video to the end. Why? you ask. Because you need to, I say :) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=whAFLhSWdsA does laughter require a language and would a smile need subtitles? uncomplicate your understanding with prideless power spread the contagious clarity yes... it is that easy … Continue reading The Poetry of Laughter

endless lights

when evenings are endless lights, though of different origins find a common language to share conversationsinspiration for the poem came from a photo taken by my 8 year old daughter :-)

the last poets

the last poets have come and gone but their words remain in every language embedded in melody revolutionizing seekers of change ~ dedicated to those who use their art to make this world a better place ~