Prompt: go to dictionary.com, the word of the day is your writing prompt. Summerize: (v) 1797 'to spend the summer'. From 1935 as 'to prepare for summer'. As the school year draws to a close, all I have been doing lately is organising and preparing for the summer, or to rephrase it according to the… Continue reading Summerize: memories and rituals
But you said It's not that I don't love you, it's just that you resemble her far too much You said It's not that I don't believe you, I've just known her longer And It's not like I distrust you, but when you speak I hear her words You said It's not like I don't… Continue reading But you said… (Poem)
He necks the water. His shaking hands clutch the glass until his fingertips turn pale, entirely drained of blood. She remains motionless. Her two children clutch her legs. The television cable sits sprawled across the floor, claiming innocence of the crimes committed.
You were a January baby. I should have known then. I should have known you would clash with my May sensibilities. You, ruled by Saturn, would one day eclipse my entity. You, no doubt, would diminish all warmth held for you. Why couldn't I see? Because I'd prayed so fervently for you by the night… Continue reading Day 24: January
The succulent, sizzling meat has been garnered with wild herbs. We'll generously drizzle gravy over it just to really enhance the already-rich taste. A great addition to the dish, by the way, is a lovely side of veg. Roasted potatoes or some greens compliment it well but that doesn't mean you can't use more unconventional… Continue reading Day 22: Dinner
Dearest loves, Change comes in many forms, but your betrayals are the kind of change my heart is becoming accustomed to. Yours no more, Z.
At the school gates, two girls were trying to sneak past the on-duty teacher. Zarmeene slowly sipped on her bottle of lukewarm water while observing their efforts come to fruition. A group of boys successfully distracted the teacher, sauntering past her with a hi-fi deck - resting on one boy's shoulder- blasting obscene rap songs.… Continue reading Day 18: ‘Tunnels’
dead leaves, the first signs of change are romanticized far too much their fiery colours and musical crunch welcome by all but I hate dead leaves dead leaves are like dead hearts dead beats and dead dreams dead hopes of growing into something better and brighter a vision unfulfilled a vessel unused dead leaves are… Continue reading Day 17: Dead leaves
You spend most of your life feeling everything with intensity - like the chafing of a raw cut. Your eyes pay the price of their negligence, they pay in pearls scavenged from your soul's deepest caverns And you pray to Him to just please, please make this go away. Once it's dulled, once you no… Continue reading Day 16: Tears
The clutter of my desk during a mid-week free lesson and the scribbles of To Do lists scrawled across my planner In the vocab list collated on the whiteboard and the unsteady handwriting of my scribe, struggling with the interactive pen In the half-drunk cups of tea and catching bits of banter in the staff… Continue reading Day 15: My kind of ‘Calm’
The only house with a light on at 2am is Amna's home. Rigid in bed, she's listening to the sound of her mother's sobs in tahajjud. Laying in bed is a progression from sitting on the stairs listening to her parents fighting, knowing the sudden silence means to run for help. Her father sent divorce… Continue reading Day 14: One ‘law’ for all
Under a shade in another world Next to the home of the first two We shall recline and relish memories Reminisce everything we've carried forth It will seem as though Time never built a bridge between us That the past is but a handspan away. Even after infinite infinities, we will reflect on this: Nothing… Continue reading Day 13: Never ‘Unwritten’
synonym: comeback, recovery, therapy. I know I'm a day behind but it doesn't bother me. Honestly speaking, despite the set back I feel great about my blog. I have, so far, been able to write regularly on a daily basis, even if the post goes up the next day. I've been productive, and working miles… Continue reading Day 11: In need of ‘rehab’
For countless hours I rage My embers of venom ignite terror in the hearts of men Stand and marvel at the sight I am, the destruction I cause. Feel my fiery passion on the surface of your skin, like the suffocation of the grave embrace me My brilliance astounds you. I know no hesitation nor… Continue reading Day 10: Amidst smoke and ‘Fire’
In the UK, phones are definitely up there amongst a teacher's worst nightmares. Not only do teachers have to make sure students aren't using them in class, our pastoral duties require us to deal with an array of issues arising from social media platforms. Some lessons just feel like a vortex: you can see all… Continue reading Day 9: Teachers and ‘Phones’
These days you are nearer to me yet still far from grasp like the lingering perfume of a stranger passing by like standing still in an open field, watching f e a t h e r s floating by.
He's been standing outside for the past 15 minutes. He doesn't knock on the door. He doesn't know that I know.
They said they couldn't reach a point of compromise with you. That it was because you didn't seem to have that same affection for them, the kind that came so naturally to you for me. But I think they're liars. I think they saw too much of me in you to really love you; too… Continue reading Day 1: in praise of an ‘Angel’
To our not so dearest, It's been so long since we last saw you, even longer since we last exchanged words. When was that, around 10 years ago? Maybe less, maybe more. We're almost ashamed to admit we've forgotten the sound of your voice, your movements and your mannerisms, and the presence of your being… Continue reading From the grapevine
Like a star slowly ceasing to exist My voice is finally reaching your deaf ears My requests are being registered In the filing cabinets of your negligence The asking, the begging, the imploring: For the sake of God, the sake of the Last day At the expense of your Grave My rights, my needs, my… Continue reading I’ve been on your mind (Poem)
She's my spine, you used to say She's my strength, you would say Is this how you treat a spine to bend it to the point where to configure it so that to suffocate it beneath to subject it to an angle, a pressure, a treatment, deconstructing one vertebra at a time forcing a biologically… Continue reading Spineless (Poem)