I Am Not Your Negro

In an attempt to persuade the then president of the United States of America John F. Kennedy through his attorney brother Bobby Kennedy, James Baldwin along with Lorrain Hansberry, a playwright, and couple of other members of the community, met. The persuasion was that the president would walk a small black girl into her classroom…

Touch

I miss your touch. Where did they all go?The sparkle that bloomed,when our fingers rowed the alert air,and bended towards each other. In the space between heaven and earth,are they floating in unheard serenity? The sparkle that we made,from all the quiet touches.Flowers made out of light,Out of tender sorrows.Out of famished fever.Out of gentle…

Honey,

There was a dragonfly riding a yellow leaf to the sunset.The pink sunshade was crying bittersweet memories, as they waved by. I wish I had a dragonfly,To cross me by,The cosmic river that gets me high. I slept through the thunder,but woke up to the rain.I know things are messed up,But stories never go in…

The Quiet Chaos

“Who goes there?”At times, in timeless waters,I like to soak my feet in. Fishes and sea monsters fly in the after rain glory.Kites and kittens swim in the seas and tell their story.Who am I to gossip and spoil their allegory?I sigh and say to the Moroccan grass,‘I don’t want their fury…’They begin all story…

The First Day

I wish I remembered the first day. I wish I kept it somewhere, somewhere in the billions of cells of my brain. How the first light hit me. How it felt. Who was the first face? I know everybody says its your mother, but it had to be the midwife. The first face, a woman…

Lullaby

Let’s just hope hope comes true. Let’s just hope hope is not a fairy tale. How do we accumulate hope?I mean it’s not based on the statistics that light up the news screens.I don’t have to tell you, but,have you seen how many people,Live on hope where the charts show,“You are fucked!”Who calculates those?The ”…

A Dot

When roads pray in solitude, and the sky grants them with sunsets,I crawl out of me,I cry out of me,I coo out of me.What was to become of me?What was to begin for me?Where did my summer was to get high,And imagine shades of bliss?Bag full of bliss went on a parade,Bag full of bliss…

Colorless Dreams

In bare empty dreams, where the primitive of feelings stripped of all things ‘civilized’, I saw myself standing in the dark. Scared. Scared of my own feelings. I tried to shake them off, I jerked in my sleep, tried to shake me awake. But they waited in the awakened world as well. Almost in a…

The First Light

Before I wake up to find the earth abiding by rules as usual, the first light, before touching anything made by men, touches the leaves. Before touching the filth that keeps piling up, the towers that keeps blocking the sun, the odor that keeps getting louder, the sighs that keeps getting quieter, and the men…

Fair Ophelia

Who amongst us haven’t thought about going mad?But like all things insurmountable in life,you can’t really mount madness whenever  you want to.Want.Another  insurmountable wish.Wish.A threatening prospect.To whom, you might ask.And if you have to ask, this is not for you. “Oh! Fair Ophelia!”The court now asks,Why did you go mad? For what lamenting lover?For what…