Tag: Identity

palm of a blue giant

a blue giant branched out in my palm feeling me the force of love pulsating in the corners of my smile universalising my cure to frailty each page then resounded a letter that was me in the finest form filled with peccadilloes but also…

telemetry of a fighter

rustling in the hands of my fate as they wash themselves I am tethered to the soap and I cling to the skin never letting myself be washed away the cells of me intermixing with the cells of destiny; a bath of serene calmness…

instrumental independance

tampered into a bow and string my body became like that instrument only thing was I was also the arrow boomeranging on and off never the passive fully never the aggressor fully I knew my glass was half empty and half full I was…

this map of mine

it is within my sacral limits to topple the hegemony that disobedience portents to obedience; after all rebellion is mostly a calculated maneuver to make you obey a system by being its polite dissident – that is why I stretch by and beyond the…

hoarding boredom

walked on crosshairs of boredom for too long my ennui, my identity lapsed into one like some landslide caricatured into thin lines of a fleshy personality; yet I smile in tides now I know why prisons wore straight lines.▬

slices of neuropathy

palms sweaty; elsewhere and nowhere, but present like dashboard going full frontal; I am part in a fantasy recollecting dreams and stories as I browse the now crowded, the area is crowded, I am lost — but inside, inside my head, I am always…

No Apology | Mehreen Kasana

This was such a great article I decided to  quote some of its intense yet true parts. I truly thank Mehreen Kasana from my soul to do this as a person for both equality and a social voice for those people who cannot do…

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