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Solitary Confinement

Written by Sana Saleem | Thursday, August 28, 2008

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Solitary Confinement

In days and time when I can really think , I find myself sulking for new horizons There is hope ,solidarity and the tingling enigma of a patriot Then comes a place in time where the parent of enthusiasm is perpetual hope. I see reflections staring back at tangled theologies. The urgency within me , the craving [...]

Letters of a Postman

Written by Amir Saleem | Monday, August 18, 2008

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Letters of a Postman

A postman Defeated a million times by the days of his own life Wrapping a stinky coat around his aging shoulders Sitting in a tired, melancholic post office Is thinking One can never forget the soft touch of someone’s hands Its been decades I used to write to her Sitting at the corner of a shiny night In that hazy glitter of a pointed [...]

Someday I’ll Wake Up

Written by Falling Rose | Saturday, August 9, 2008

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Someday I’ll Wake Up

Someday I’ll wake up and smell the air Just to realize it’s another sunny day The light is so bright And the sky is just standing by It’s a wonder how we all live And I wonder how I’m gonna get by You tell me sister I’m by your side You tell me I’m here so open your eyes But I’m hiding, not [...]

Nine Years Old Freedom

Written by Irfan Shah | Thursday, July 31, 2008

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Nine Years Old Freedom

Threat to the dying, suffering humanity One from ‘Kirkuk’ Seven from ‘Anbar’ Two from Baghdad and the outskirts Ten dangerous, ruthless juveniles they were. A woman in Kadhimiya felt proud As the guard opined… Among the ten terrorists, her only son Nine years old, Was “the most dangerous one”. A little while back, when They came looking for his father The kid had said, “My father can’t take [...]

Love Missiles

Written by Danny Hanson | Sunday, July 20, 2008

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Love Missiles

Anger and hatred doth put my heart asunder For the binding cords of love, my heart doth hunger In a world as fragile as pieces of china Every human tied to a self-destruct timer Where people kill people for free And there’s enough spilled blood to discolor the sea The fetus is killed before its birth It reaches heaven without passing through [...]

Let Me Be Your Truth

Written by Hazan Ozgul | Sunday, July 20, 2008

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Let Me Be Your Truth

Take shelter under my wings, Which can only fly with the power of my love… Hide your soul under my shade, Which can only be visible in my burning passion… Bury your body under my smell, Which can only be felt at the peak of my emotions… Let your screams mix with my tears, Which can only flow out at an endless [...]

Balancing Act

Written by Rachell Taylor | Sunday, July 6, 2008

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Balancing Act

Life is a balancing act of spinning plates. At times, things are constant, sure, graceful even. Others are very doubtful; wobbly. If these plates were people, Some would complain of the constant struggle to keep going. How scared they are of falling. The rest would go on spinning, Never worried of the ground, Only twirling as they believe they were meant to. Some fall [...]

Towards the End

Written by Hazan Ozgul | Friday, July 4, 2008

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Towards the End

Waking up in the middle of the night Thinking you might miss me just as I do… Meeting you in the way I wish for And seeing you are not for what I m here for… Talking for a while trying to see what I sense is wrong And unfortunately you’re proving me right… Feeling guilty for what I have had [...]

Yet Another Story

Written by Amir Saleem | Tuesday, July 1, 2008

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Yet Another Story

A Writer Staring at empty pages of his journal Is Thinking . I, whose feet only trod the nights, Until today, Have only been looking for characters For the stories I write In those silent sleepless nights On those melancholic paths I always took . Until today, everything Rain, Fragrance, Wind, Sounds Everything was just imagination Every dream was only to carve a new character for my stories . That writer Surrounded [...]

Tiredness of Love

Written by Amir Saleem | Tuesday, July 1, 2008

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Tiredness of Love

I got tired of loving her For how long could I Cut my own passages and spread them under her feet For how long could I Kiss her falling tears away For how long could I Spread my smiles on her dry lips . I got tired of loving her Thinking, that now I would get my destiny, All by myself . I slid my path from [...]

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