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You tempted me with confectionary, an ambrosia affair cultivating in late September unfolding from stolen glances and illicit advances. A...

A love-hate relationship with my mother tongue And my mother land. I’ve seen glimpses of heaven between the lines on my mother’s hands,...

I see you, even if they cannot see the pain The way your hands are breaking To hold the weight, they are placing As they try to crush the...

dinner at the table is not what it used to be. you’ve cooked up an atmosphere for your children to feast on. they sit in silence with...

i’m reaching. i’m reaching and i can’t touch warmth. i reach out and she’s cold, she’s frozen in a snapshot of tragedy as the heart i...

the moon is singing with us, as we drive with the windows down. we’re reeling through the midnight streets, running away from the age...

What it means to become a stranger in a home you laid the bricks for, the walls of a home you painted magnolia, violet and magnolia...

SHE IS ONLY A GIRL AT FIFTEEN. With stardust and fire in her fist and a hunger for world peace. Her belly is a bag of rocks and she is...

she was only young, had the world at her feet every star in the sky a new ambition to reach wanted to be a doctor, scientist or MP her...

Born in a land that had hunted my mother tongue, The place I called home had fed me half full, But home had offered me liberty, you see,...

And it doesn’t matter And you don’t exist You and your love. Oh the world is so sad It’s a crying pain A world where colours Are fainting...

Your boys are brittle with religion rattling through their bones but with you gone, they no longer fear god. They make broken homes out...

Operation Blue Star silenced worship, Silenced human rights with a genocide. Lives cost, And families lost. Trauma dripping into our...

For you, I have laid my heart on the table, Watered all the cruel parts, Gave them a seat at the table. I stop feeling the shame That...

An enemy of our future Is walking by at dawn. Our city, darker and darker, Violated by a gesture, All broken, drowned and done. Paris...

I remember Him. I miss Him. My heart craves inner peace and comfort. The weight of revelations moving me into a bow, Reminding me of the...

This week's spotlight feature is on Sadiyah Bashir's anthology: Seven. Sadiyah is a freelance writer, poet and award-winning poet, whose...

The Privileged blindly open their tomorrow, The Tomorrow that was packaged securely And delivered with strong reassurance, With no plans...

I’m crying but it’s not because of you. I’m crying because I never truly realised how beautiful the sky looked in the morning Especially...

Right now, I’m drinking Kashmiri chai It’s looks like the Muhatta palace we saw that time I dip my sesame biscuits Rich with ghee Don’t...