They flow in the meanders of streets and bars, warnings
By enslaved sugar cane harvesters from afar. The produce
As dangerous as lashes on disobedience, from sloshed owners
Of plantations delirious, over greed-resulting drunken folly.
Known to colonists for driving … CONTINUE READING »
Blue moquette
Perceptions of my body disturbed, me
With consciousness. Unable to relate,
Recognise myself in others, irrepressible despair,
Frantically ridding of clothes, jewels, makeup.
Hardly bearing the touch of feet to ground,
Blue moquette, craving annihilation,
Cancelling body to erase thoughts.… CONTINUE READING »
Dead Lioness
Some could say she was a multi-ethnic poet, others
Might want to focus on her motherhood to two
Peaceful beings, grown up to become models, of
Honesty, kindness, fairness and dignity.
Her friends toast to her with champagne glasses,
As … CONTINUE READING »
Liquid Memory
You are to be found far and wide within
Me and out, flowing through veins, inundating
Entirety. Ancient drops of you concealed
In stars released through showering debris,
Rendering existence possible, your absence
Intolerable, instincts in eternal search of you.… CONTINUE READING »
Why do ants climb over my body?
It has been said many times before, ‘Old
Habits die hard’ and I agree, without
Condemning any of my own, as I begin
Unlatching eyelids, shutters to the real world,
To gentle caresses of sunbeams, furtively tiptoeing
Around the room, … CONTINUE READING »
Speed
Humankind, astonishing reflecting creature, inhabiting
A terrestrial planet granting the conditions, four point five
Billion years old, from fire to water to ice to stone, the time
It took evolution to follow its course, for rocks and metals to release… CONTINUE READING »
I labelled us
Infancy talked to me various languages, switching
Tonalities for different melodies, to be learnt.
Naturally acquiring the discernment, recognising
Faces and voices to choose applicable native tongues.
English with my father, whose name echoed as Plato,
Iranian with my mother, … CONTINUE READING »
Smithereens
unfurling smithereens
of retrospections
stitched to mend
fragmented derelict
sails.
[Featured painting: Sailing by Olga Schibli @saatchiart]… CONTINUE READING »
Permission to reminisce
Whenever I allow myself to think of love, my mind runs
To the chambers where secret memories are stored,
In sealed chests, on high unreachable shelves, deterring me
From opening, dreaded Pandora boxes, stripped of hope.
Yet sometimes the endeavour … CONTINUE READING »
Being You
Granted the sense of sight, I see
What you see, reflections of light, between
Infrareds and ultraviolets, a little portion
Of the electromagnetic spectrum, unhidden
To our vision, only guessing the wonders of X
And Gamma rays, while playing with … CONTINUE READING »