Lyrics of Life

Why Write Love Poetry in a Burning World To train myself to find in the midst of hell what isn’t hell. The body bald cancerous but still bea...

Colonizers write about flowers. I tell you about children throwing rocks at Israeli tanks  seconds before becoming daisies. I want to be lik...

Tell them yes. Tell them poetry is what chose you. Tell them you had a night, once, just as they did, when you knelt alone on the cold tiles...

Enough for me to die on her earth be buried in her to melt and vanish into her soil then sprout forth as a flower played with by a child fro...

These days, I refuse to let you see me the way I see myself. I wake up in the morning not knowing whether I will make it through the day; re...

I am not done yet as possible as yeast as imminent as bread a collection of safe habits a collection of cares less certain than i seem more ...

“Babu pleading for his bail;State opposing tooth and nail. Summers bygone, winters have arrived; But crime you did, and Rahul cried. I am no...

Listen! Faiz, Do you know? The difference between your and my wait Is only A fixed time Just a few more days You knew that Like the gust of ...

You tell me to live each day as if it were my last. This is in the kitchen where before coffee I complain of the day ahead—that obstacle rac...

Not just how it hung so still in the quick of its wings, all gem and temper anchored in air; not just the way it moved from shelf to shelf o...

Yes, I remember it, the day I’ll die, I broadcast the crimson, so long of that sky, its spread air, its rushing dyes, and a piece of earth b...

I The charges might as well be read out in Chinese, Bantu or Dravidian or not be read at all – they drift, they loop like light that cannot ...

Think of what you'll miss; the voices of children; apples, dark wine on a table; the smell of the spring before you're ready. Stay. ...

Bellchimes jangle, freakish wind Whistles icy out of desert lands over the mountains. Janus, Lord of winter and beginnings, riven and shaken...

I am not your data, nor am I your vote bank, I am not your project or any exotic museum object, I am not the soul waiting to be harvested, n...

I have a country it's invisible it has no flags or moonlight or river or mountain or clouds to understand heaven or flames to take desir...

Morḡ-e saḥar, nāla sar kon! dāḡ-e marā tāzatar kon z-āh-e šararbār in qafas-rā baršekan o zir o zabar kon bolbol-e par-basta ze konj-e qafas...

I know flowers shine stronger than the sun their eclipse means the end of times but I love flowers for their treachery their fragile bodi...

It takes much time to kill a tree, Not a simple jab of the knife Will do it. It has grown Slowly consuming the earth, Rising out of it, feed...

We have not long to love. Light does not stay. The tender things are those we fold away. Coarse fabrics are the ones for common wear. In sil...