Die Each Day

We shall all be dead, we know that don’t we? And yet we resist, we fear. I fear to die, yes. I have no idea what is beyond my death. And perhaps…actually for sure and to be absolutely honest, I don’t really want to know what lies beyond. So many answers, if you ask around … Continue reading Die Each Day

My Birth Place, a Dedication

Beyond a single palm tree Whispers a world of mystery Of potholes and jinns From šīn to sins   ~A dedication to Mombasa, my birth place~ *** Photo credit: Sunny Bindra Check out sunnysunwords Instagram account for more breathtaking photos *** šīn is a letter of the Arabic alphabet

remnants of identity

trapped within a name remnants of identity like a veil, torn but precariously screening me like the partition between two lands like two eyes that synchronize but can never meet past the delicate bridge of the nose a delicious longing a secret passage.. the third eye *** from where this poem started off to where … Continue reading remnants of identity

Respect and Honour

There are those who guide beyond teaching Set you free with magical inspiration Respect and honour Those who relate secrets within stories Explaining mysteries of the unknown Respect and honour Those for whom teaching is not a profession But a scorching devotion Respect and honour *** Guru Purnima is day to celebrate those who teach … Continue reading Respect and Honour