Tag: the writing life
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They hand you a box
They hand you a boxFour neat lines joined at supremely perfect right anglesYour body, rounded at the edges, pliable, more flesh than muscleSqueezing yourself into shape you triumph, look you say, I fitSkin compacted into nothingnessCells harnessed to behave One day, unexpectedly you spill outOver the edges, across the linesMass dictating it’s ruleslook they say, […]
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Rebellion and Romanticism
The night in its limitless darkness a black hole engulfing all thoughts The picture of James Dean on the table, apparently, a symbol for flagrant rebellion The clothes yet to be ironed yet to be washed scattered on the floor, that we walk on the rug eaten by many winters The arena for some poetry […]
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Freedom in a Nutshell
All wrapped up in my own thoughts. Is there anything called freedom? Where you know the ground that you stand on, understand the decisions you plan on taking? I heard you saying, “we are the choices we make,” as you dragged your toe drawing patterns on the dusty floor. I suppose that you believed in […]
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Face Reveal – a Half-Ghazal
Face Reveal – a Half-Ghazal My son, age 10, is into Rumi, and his face reveal The Youtuber who does voices, and HowToBasic’s face reveal Rumi the murid to murshid Shams He whispered, away from all, I will make my face reveal Trust is built brick by brick, layer over layer Till, one day, the […]
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The Boho Life at Hutspot
Hutspot is one of the coolest spaces I have discovered in Amsterdam. It is a chilled-out creative area spread over two levels, in which you can work, lounge, shop, get a haircut, grab a coffee or a snack. It’s biggest plus point is its easy-going vibe. With multiple seating arrangements and a non-conformist atmosphere it […]
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Of Diaries & Essays: meditations on memory, what have I lost?
On A Train for A Personal interview. 10 Jan. 2015. 8:33 am train from Schipol to Paris Nord, announcement: “you can travel in this train only if you have reservations.” There is no sunrise yet. The sky is grey; the green of the fields, streetlights, and darkness hangs over the landscape, the train is rushing […]