Seven Billion Strangers
Seven billion people, It’s a mind-blowing number. Human number 672 Sits opposite me on the train, Hair the colour of pomegranate Seeds like jewels when the light Dances at the right angle. She sings of poetry, How it […]
Moving on
trauma[1] ˈtrɔːmə,ˈtraʊmə/ noun noun: trauma; plural noun: traumata; plural noun: traumas a deeply distressing or disturbing experience. synonyms: shock, upheaval, distress, stress, strain, pain, anguish, suffering, upset, agony, misery, sorrow, grief, heartache, heartbreak, torture; It’s not uncommon. There are times when it seems […]
Passed
Passed The past exists presently. Lingers by association – It lives on red fingertips Bred and born upon temptation Infinite, but so full of wait…wait? Just weight here and feel, (now) See how it clings quietly – This dark […]
Romanticism Of The Past
Although the nature of this metaphorical poetry may portray this particular love as an object of envy, upon reflection of this past relationship, I can conclude that it is not. I wrote this poem over two years ago, after a […]
The Rock And The Hard Place : PT. 1 & 2
pt. 1 I am lying on my back in an alleyway. And the stones are digging into my skin, as I rack my mind, about all those times that I refused to let you in. Do you remember […]
American Nostalgia
My real day started when everyone in my house was asleep, and I was out the window. I had done this many times before. What had surprised me initially was how easy it all was – how little planning it […]
The Past Us
The past us would’ve clawed at sheets and clung to skin. Not content until the scent was merged and all was bare. Now the bed is not cold but burns as we pull away irritated by touch and held […]
I’m Not So Profound
I’m not so profound or so I’ve found… i don’t like art… and i don’t like, when you’re not around, but did you miss me enough to drink? or did you drink enough to miss me? did you kiss […]
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I’ve recently realised that I consume art obsessively. As a child, when I thought art was simply entertainment and escapism, I wouldn’t just watch a film once or twice and then forget about it. I would watch the film, leave […]
Maturing
“Only four pounds for a box of four!” Southall’s own sun hovers over the high street. A brown, skin-like membrane presents itself across the surfaces of dozens of cups of masala chai. In this suburb, steam rises from the windows […]