Category: Poetry

To you, Pakistan.

be proud of where you came from My mother’s always told me You look a little different For all the world to see For a very good reason Your roots lie elsewhere A land of beauty and peace A land with open arms Motherland Always ready to welcome […]

The Drying Ink

What if You never said what you said to me To break my heart into one hundred million Little pieces What if you could Undo the everything that crossed the line? Just rewind time. What if we never had to ask What if this and what if that […]

Not In Our Name.

We lose a few couple hundred families In the West Bank, FalastineThe arrow is pointed back at our backsShot down while they aren’t even looking, how crazy is that?Okay, maybe, there’s more stories to this taleSo then go look at the AfghanisBombed in daily relentlessly For crimes they […]

The Voice Inside Your Head

The lull. The classic writers’ block. Until I was forced to pick up a notebook I knocked to the ground. My blocks tend to appear when I’m in some kind of routine, stable and sure of my choices. I usually haven’t been challenged a lot mentally. That’s very […]