Seven Things I mean When I Tell You “I’m Sorry”

(i) I don’t know how to stop being afraid, How to stop allowing fear to consume the cracks Of the place, we call home I’m afraid one day, They will crumble the walls that keep us safe  (ii) I don’t know how to love you Not quite in the way that I think you deserve…

Confessions

I have a confession to make, I am a hoarder. Of books that smell like they landed on my doorstep after years of collecting stories from people I will never know. Of memories that scream at me from rooftops, telling me that sometimes, I remember you with more fondness than I did when you were…

Diaries of an alcoholic

People can start to feel like a distant memory; folded away between an old copy of wuthering heights. You know the kind. They start to resemble drunken nights, The events of the past begin to shape-shift into distorted images and blurs. Only sometimes, you don’t want to wake up with no recollection of what went…

02 November 2017; 

On an eerie winter morning, a child tiptoed his way to my lost self, he perched himself beside me on a lone park bench. He seemed to be five or six years old at most as he peered into the book before continuing, “What colour is the sky?” He asks with such innocence that it…

To Aleppo

There will come a day when history books will talk of you like they did of the wars before you. When your body will be made a heritage site made to remember the horrors you faced. With innocence, tears and blood trapped in your corners under blocks of what was once a sight eyes died…

Regenerating Rhymes

So I sent in an entry for a competition where you get a sonnet which has ever alternate line missing and you have to complete it with your own words. This was the original sonnet I received: In Spring See how the trees and the osiers lithe  Are green bedecked and the woods are blithe,…

Revolution. 

Dear revolution,  See I have burnt too many letters in the past to take words for granted again.  So when I have finally mustered the courage to write to you, know that it is the product of words I’ve left unsaid.  My words make love to each other like estranged souls Even if most ears…

The anatomy of me. 

They told me I was galaxies that roam this infinite universe. They told me that my mind was like the ocean; deep, unforgiving and fierce. They told me that I reminded them of tall trees; so firmly grounded by my feet. They told me I reminded them of black holes that floated with an air…

To the ones who taught me not to be sorry…

You came halfway around the world And made it all the way into our hearts. One of you taught us focus while the other was hell-bent on spreading love, Put together, this weird concoction created a little magic of its own. The next day the roles reversed, one taught us to stand upright while the…