Morsi : Writing

Inkblot

Inkblot

A Poem by Morsi


Fighting, fighting and more fighting. Why do we keep fighting with the ones we love?
Frozen

Frozen

A Poem by Morsi


There are moments in our life where we stand frozen at certain thoughts, sights and sounds.
Slip Away

Slip Away

A Poem by Morsi


People come and go as things do. Nothing is permanent; no one remains forever by your side. They slip away.
Miserabile

Miserabile

A Poem by Morsi


Life can be miserable at times. But that's life. We can choose to be happy though and that's life too!
Travelers' Lounge

Travelers' Lounge

A Poem by Morsi


Life is a constant process of coming and going, of leaving someone behind, of being left behind, of ups and downs, of starts and ends.
Twelve Thirty

Twelve Thirty

A Poem by Morsi


it's thirty past midnight. unable to sleep. a chair. a liquor. a star. a sky. perfect ingredients for poetry writing.
Armless Fight

Armless Fight

A Poem by Morsi


Life is constrained in such a short period of time. We spend most of the time arguing, fighting, hating- only to realize at the the end how we have wa..