Published in Resistance Poetry·PinnedWar Or PeaceListen To The Children, Please — Do I care about conflicts and war the rights and wrongs the struggle for resources man power and ego - no - no - no, I whisper as my heart aches for the innocent who die, are wounded and traumatized — the children, our next generation the ones who survive abused, misused or vanish into the darkness…Poetry2 min read
Published in Literary Impulse·PinnedTell Me, Camus, About LoveA Few Words of Inspiration — “You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.” Albert Camus A comfort to my mind and soul you impart in me, Albert, the magnitude of love and the glory of kindness in a wearisome world. Your observations from…Literary Impulse3 min read
Published in Our Human Family·PinnedHow Does It Feel When the Perpetrators of Racial Segregation Become the Victims?Living through the pain of the Jim Crow laws — Not having grown up in the United States and completely overwhelmed by the inhumaneness of inherent and systemic racism, I’ve begun reading up on the history of racial discrimination in the U.S. At this moment in time, we have the medial “in your face” examples of institutionalised racism and its…Racism11 min read
Apr 19In The Early Morn I Sensed A War UnfoldForeboding II — 22 February 2022, 03.30 GMT What I feared and doubted would happen has happened. Putin has ordered his troops into two breakaway pro-Russian regions in the East of Ukraine. His expansion plans are being rolled out under the guise of a peace and protection mission. A time for reckoning and…Prose2 min read
Published in Scribe·Apr 19Rhyming Is a ComfortIn Good Times and Bad Times Like Now — Poetry1 min readPhoto by Nick Fewings on UnsplashRhyming Is a ComfortIn Good Times and Bad Times Like Now----10
Published in Scribe·Mar 25The Calm Before the StormForeboding I — The whiff of chimney smoke hangs low powerless to bear the pressure and penetrate the atmosphere Black smoke spreads across the roofs forming a loopholed blanket The smell of soot is everywhere Grey clouds gather menacingly low Heavy and tempestuous, they displace the white billowing and light pink-like floss Overhead, dripping drops of…Ukraine2 min read
Published in Literally Literary·Mar 21Simplicity And SerenityWhen Words And Painting CombinePoetry1 min readAcrylic on Canvas by Lubna YusufSimplicity And Serenity----5
Published in Blue Insights·Mar 18Mariupol, MariupolHow Sweet Your Soul — Mariupol, the City of Mary, how sweet your name, how melodiously over my lips it peals. A beautiful sound to be sung as an ode to a time long before the apocalyptic toll. I want to discover your soul, Mariupol, and delete from my mind, at least for a while, your…Ukraine2 min read
Mar 17In Quarantine On Saint Patrick’s DayToday Is Thursday, Isn’t It? — Or is it Friday? Panic cuts through me, as I wonder “Am I losing my mind?” Timeless, my brain sieves sand to the tick of the clock. The test was on Saturday, an hour of shock fixed between two red lines. …This Happened To Me2 min read
Published in Scribe·Mar 13A Flower for Each Dead ChildA Wreath of Black Calla Lilies* for The Jingoist — How can I exchange my distress and bitterness for flowers of compassion and blossoms of love and comfort for those mourning the loss of a child? I will dwell on their faces, those children whose lives were lost. NO taken! Correction! And look them in their eyes.Ukraine2 min read