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Tuesday, October 31, 2017

I am a Banzai skydiver poet




I am a Banzai skydiver poet


I have thrown out the parachute first

and now in a free fall

towards

myself

poem by poem

I dismantle wisdom

I remove all the safety gear

tradition,culture hierarchy

one by one

And I dive

into the free unknown

unprotected, alone

Nude.






Friday, October 20, 2017

The Women & The Buddhas of Bamiyan



The tanks called tradition
fired and fired first
next the artillery shells 
of Culture
causing scars
with its anger

the prisoners,victims once 
turned oppressors
then carried "family "
and truckloads of
love - the deadliest 
explosive to teach
the rebels to shut up


from the holy towers
of motherhood & matrimony
the rebel "idols" detonated
the killing of her "me"
self-respect in smoke
identity in burnt gunpowder
resonated

but lo and behold
as the smoke and dust settled
it was clear 
only her legs had been crippled
there she still stood
with her head held high
on her injured shoulders

fresh dynamite called
defamation was brought
and in holes as deep 
as sexual violence
planted in her heart

the planned obliteration worked
and there it was
the hollow, where
once she was

Rubble
reduced to dust
The Bamiyan Buddha
and the broken woman's trust ! 


This poem was inspired by this article : http://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-31813681




Thursday, October 5, 2017

Confession of a Liar



#KazuoIshiguro

Time is itself trapped
in hours and minutes
seconds are lost firsts

the faces trapped
in the images
now even eyes lie
souls are on sale

wounds with no cure
become habits
and push the breath
in and out of my lungs

this life sentence
 house arrest in my body
I am lying when I say
'Never let me go'
Today I confess
I'm alive, is a lie.


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The Human Bean Cafe, Ontario

The Human Bean Cafe, Ontario
my work on display there !!!!!