It is a poem about passionately driven needs to share something as uniqueness itself. But a poet feels the lack of words to express it, to see all through unto another imminently adversity of poetically rhythmic challenge to pledge in well-written form. But, unfortunately, a poet must write in a language which is not his/herContinue reading “The Ghostwriter. Cripple. Madwoman. Video version, poetry recital”
May the cries echo. After that the quiet will stumble like a whipped wild horse, a moment pilled inside the throat, overpowering the wind yowling down our condemned roads.Waiting, in a deaf room under deaf stars, a scream,anchored to the whisper.
The scream of butterflies It is like a desert where time isn’t told by clocks it is like the crevice for the jailer to peer into a cell it is why the birds, to me, have no name it is the cause of my timid disruptions it is the cause of my fallen kingdoms It isContinue reading “The scream of butterflies, edited version”
image found here May the screams echo. After that The silence will stumble like a whipped wild horse; A moment pilled inside the throat Overpowers the yowl and endless wind That whimpers down the roads of land we are condemned to In a deaf room, in a deaf night, by deaf ears The scream inContinue reading “Scream and Whisper, Leila Samarrai”