Category: Poetry and Lyrics

The storm has finally passed. Its dark clouds fleeing to the west, Leaving the land for another day. I wandered into the snow, Smiling despite the cold in my heart. My garden was draped in white, Like a miracle I’d been waiting for –  A dream I was too afraid to wake up from. I…

6am.An empty classroom;darkness pooling across the deskslike it belongs here,like it’s waiting. My phone glows against the nightthat refuses to leave,a Russian song slipping through the air,whispering your voicewhere my hands can’t reach. I imagine your touch –the way it lingeredeven after you left,and I imagine you reading my words,knowing I wrote themwith you in…

I watch the faint white steamDance upwards from hot sage tea Leaves steeped  In my mother’s favourite mug I adore Friday mornings When I hear my nosy neighbors’Intentionally indiscreet balcony gossip Terrazzo tiles / plastic chairs / cigarette ash When the local fruit seller calls outWatermelons posed in the trunk of his Rusty renault / sun faded…

How do I keep goingWhen there is nowhere to go? How do I stay awakeWhen nights stretch endlessly? How do I stay hereWhen I do not belong? How do I escape the wheel?How do I avoid the clock’s needles? How do I not do it?When I have been preparing for it all my life –That…

I hope I haunt you —bone-deep,like an ache you pretend you don’t feel. I hope I drift through the corridors of your nights,curling beneath your ribs —uninvited,unforgiven. I want every sunrise to taste like the memoryyou tried to bury alive. May your days shiverwith the echo of my name —the name you swallowedwhen you fled…

My mother hands me A bowl of pomegranate seedsAs she hands me a love   So brilliant and bright As vivid as the crimson juice Staining my teeth How many hands, their skin Weathered by time They slice fruit  For those they call their life      حياتي Sometimes, it’s cut with precision Some days, it’s less structured…

You think I’m here to die. You think that’s all we know how to do, Bleed, bury, break. But listen –  I grow things; Tomatoes in rusted cans, Hope in children who don’t know what the word means yet. I build;  Walls, stories, memories. I fix roofs with one hand and hold my daughter’s hand…

What trouble does the moon bring me at ten? Life’s racing my heart again.   The ticks are getting louder, With that anxious clowder Clouds growl in the sky tonight, As the wind leads the fight. Why am I in this foolish rush? To let my hopes get crushed. See I’m not always hopeful –      I…