Identity

We wear a mask everyday, like no one even knows who we really are. We laugh and smile and advice and pretend like we know what we are doing. Then after a long day, we come home and place that mask away. Only to end up alone with our thoughts and try to fight away…

Nella Larsen’s Passing

Nella Larsen wrote her novel Passing during the era of jazz age where for the first time African-Americans could really make their spot in the 1920s. There was only one place where all the African-Americans really wanted to be in, Harlem New York. Harlem was seen as the ultimate magnet, the heart of where dreams…

Pluviophile

Sitting on your windowsill Watching the raindrops Holding a hot cuppa still Drizzle drizzle nonstop.   Listen to the rain Hitting on your window Blurring out the rush The world suddenly seems so calm No hustle, just hush.   Going into a trance Absorbed by mother nature The sprinkling rain dance The sensory, Petrichor. Wet…

Land of the Emirates

  Maktoum dreamt it Skyline reaching the clouds from grains of sand to the lands of dreams. it stands tall reflecting the lights of the skyscrapers the gem of the Gulf sparkling in between the sand and the sea.   Sipping Karak in Royal Albert teacups, it’s never too hot to drink tea with air-conditioned…

This Time Next Year

Just a little poem which I wrote in my Creative Writing workshop.Still needs working on but here is a draft version..