Here’s to you

04 November 2018 0 comments

I’d like you to grow a beard so that when you whisper in my ear the bristles chafe against my cheek I’d like you to stutter an interrupted thought from the sudden wink I give mid sentence in conversation with...

Category: Poems | Tags: Love, Men, Sex

London

03 November 2018 0 comments

St Paul’s Cathedral At times I lie here under quilted half sleep I think of your cobbled madness tucked into alleyways of rogue tourists At times the lull of a metro worm here reminds me of sooted nostrils there Of...

Category: Poems | Tags: City life, London, Love, Me

Driving near-miss Dubai

27 March 2018 0 comments

The amygdala is the most used part of my brain when driving in Dubai. Yesterday I visited a friend who lives in a flat in a gridlock of buildings along Dubai’s overdeveloped seafront. It’s a 7.5 minute walk from my...

Category: Musings | Tags: City life, Driving, Dubai, Me

Call to sacrifice

16 March 2018 0 comments

Go forth and bring peace to the world they told us Yours are the voices Your hearts will set things straight (as if in its crookedness we are falling off the planet, us unsung heroines) Every story you share will...

Category: Poems | Tags: Identity, Motherhood, Women

I believe

16 March 2018 0 comments

I believe each person is equal let’s not deceive ourselves by creating differences then say they existed before we were born I believe the colour of human skin differs but we all bleed red We all shit and piss the...

Category: Poems | Tags: Courage, Freedom, Identity, Me, Shame

The accidental refugee and the crisis of accepting who you are: a short essay on belonging.

15 March 2018 0 comments

I exult in the fact I can see everywhere with a flexible eye; the very notion of home is foreign to me, as the state of foreignness is the closest thing I know to home. Pico Iyer Living in Dubai,...

Category: Musings | Tags: Expat life, Identity, Me

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