September 2015

Wood Pencil by Faruk Wasif I am a wood pencil. I carry no eraser. I am made of a...

Fury by Al Imran Siddiqui

A Few Lines Written after Excessive Drinking by Sayed Jamil

Prayer (‘Thumbelina’) Grant me a little child I can hide When the mullahs come home to pray, When planes...

A need for connection A need for connection, Attachment. Drawn in, enchanted by Resonances with nature

Before taking decisions   In how many minds Should I go crazy? Whom should I ask?

 Sleep search Looking for a place to sleep. There is one of course, outside. In a rainy day, it...

Day after Day I turn       I  Day after day I turn Where no turning goes;

Encounter                                    ...

Golden Fleece Do you remember the white house with the crimson shutters among the olive and the citrus trees?