I love the way you smile the way you squint your eyes when you laugh   I love the way you dance when no one’s

The flame hovered silently, above its sooty wick Throwing jagged shadows on the walls of mortared brick And as my pen leaves marks of ink

In Memory of Victims of War Here : parents go to bed with no hope Of seeing their children in the morning Here, everywhere you

If only eyes could differentiate good from bad, I would be somewhere, thinking greater things. It all begins in an experience I had, With the

most days the sea of sadness engulfs you like a tsunami that swallows homes people and the earth   you drown and you drown until

Maa doesn’t talk about numbers She says I’m 17 monsoons old She hands me Shakespeare’s ironies when I ask her to teach me arithmetic She

Undeniable fake smiles Unfeasible goals set Ungiven authority speaks Unseamed possibilities occur Unforgivable past resurrects Unpredictable future destructs Undone deeds rewarded Unspoken taboos followed Unreasonable

Earth our great mother, For thousands of years you have been raising us to your arena. Though our lives are like candles in the Wind,

Long ago, we tend to be a happy society a society of great happiness a society of cool area a society of the Blacks a

Darkness has formed a thick veil over our gazes Even gross darkness is glooming before our faces Like the atmosphere surrounding the earth she has