(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…
Tag: Poetry
18/09/2018
I have always been great at making lists, Colour coding different tasks and beautifying them only to strike them off once the job was done, It gives me a sense of satisfaction, as though the more tasks I complete; the more I had achieved. Some days I wonder if your list comprised only of the…
To the woman who finds her heart in empty alleys and broken doorways too often;
To the woman who finds her heart in empty alleys and broken doorways too often; i. When men tell you that they want to wrap their drunken slurs around your fragile body. Tell them that you are no ones present or dream. You are a warrior. A hopeless romantic slaying the dragons of pseudo relationships…
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…
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…
Day 96- Winter wonderland
Last Tuesday, I went for a meeting with the Brussels Writers Circle. Before I go any further, I really must add what a gorgeous place Brussels is in the winter. Everything is lit up and there is a certain warmth in the -2 degree air that surrounds the crowd. Another important detail is that the…
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,…
Day 40 – Getting lost
I feel a little lost these days. It’s like that feeling of numbness in chaos. I don’t know what to do when and I’m just floating there. School is way too long for my taste, it feels like it’s a never ending maze. I like to believe my classes are going well but more often…
Day 25- Belgium
How to survive being an exchange student in 5 simple steps: Month 1 (Easy version) (i) Immerse yourself in the language. Notice how listening to things you don’t understand all day gives you a slight headache in your left temple and all of a sudden you’re aware of how numb your body feels. Regret your…
Day 23- Belgium
Things that my inner voice has said to me the past few days on train rides in a foreign country I now call home; (i) I wonder why there is no universal language if all the emotions we try to convey are more often than not the same with just different strings of alphabets joined…
