Here a poem by Sufi Poet Amir Khusro (1253 – 1325) Oh Khusrau, the river of love Runs in strange directions. One who jumps into it drowns, And one who drowns, gets across. A post I did here a while back, ‘Freedom‘, was a song I composed as a framework for the voice of Rajesh […]
autumn mists looking for words I know they’re in there
Jagging and splattering, spitting hissing the rain reminds me, ‘just because yesterday you were spaced out floating on soft autumnal mists dreaming of long journeys to far away friends, don’t go soft on me human. I’ll freeze your marrow come, walk out on the ice, let me show you all my faces as you slowly […]
always I wanted to be loved was I always addicted to pain? the pain of waking, unsure of whether I was still the beloved, of the one who was my beloved or even worse, where once devotion had ruled my every gift every action of tender affection to my beloved replaced by banality, habit or […]
The scene: You are a teacher of English as a second language. You have covered the easier future and past tenses. Your students have already discovered that you’re mad. Now read on…. Pay attention students, for now I shall make sense of that confusing English treat, it’s the pluperfect tense. Not just, ‘over’, ‘done […]
I’m ten years old and I’m sliding down this grassy hillside on a shiny fertiliser sack, hold the edges tight, don’t let it slip back so you’re off the front, bum bouncing on hard stony bits. Hold tight! Shouldn’t be here. Don’t go near the cliffs! But this is the best hill, just because […]
this morning the light’s strange
like it should be ethereal, entrancing, but it’s not…..
…. What sort of a planet am I living on?
your value as a person, what you’re worth,
an accident of birth…..
I come from the one I love ….
what do you see
when you stand by the sea….