poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
have yet to digest,or taste the capacity of this frivelous life,the awaiting of grief,like the anticipation of monsoon,in the depth of heat in lahore,humidity on body,on shea brown skin, glinting,loitering amongst the minutes of many hours,until it begins to pour, but yet,instead all I have is peace,a light feeling in my toes,my heart not so […]
levitational groundwork,up, yet down,green plan’ts everywhere,people’s bodies moving,running, chasing, slowing,and amongst all the birth and death,in all that space of time,there is you.there is soley you, you,with your grey and white hair,and your rich thick hands,with your aged brain,your gifts of jewels,82 years of life seen within your eyes,and you trust in me as your […]