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Glue Me
A Poem by
ShameemAkhtar
I am a bird Fiery red are my wings Majestic as they tear through air Clip them Clip them Before they challenge The height Of haughtiness Clip ..
I Am Born
A Poem by
ShameemAkhtar
Out of tears I am born A drop, drowned amidst others The ripples carry me through, carry me across Drops burbling around I am born And I am dro..
Section Me
A Poem by
ShameemAkhtar
Section my veins And plant the seeds of your love Deep in my flesh Let it creep Along the pipelines Let it swim In the river of life Section my..
The Wall
A Poem by
ShameemAkhtar
The wall stood. Dark. Tall. Menacing. Like the towering figure of her father. Solid. Impenetrable. Unmovable. Like the norms of society. Rigid. I..
The Whirlpool
A Poem by
ShameemAkhtar
I fell in love Once When I was still young And strong I fell in a whirlpool In a whirlpool I fell My heart got distraught My brains went on hol..
Pluck My Eye
A Poem by
ShameemAkhtar
Pluck my eye And play marble Aim And Strike Aim and strike With the marble of my eye Strike her Strike her rock Rock her stride Break her R..
Cook Me
A Poem by
ShameemAkhtar
Dab me in the oil of hatred And cook me in the fire of love Make me a ‘pakora’ Make me A ‘pakora’ Fry me Try me Fly m..
I Think I Lost My Heart
A Story by
ShameemAkhtar
If you have a bird in a cage, let it fly away. If it is yours it will come back. If it doesn’t, then it was never yours. That’s what she..
Let Me Fly Away
A Story by
ShameemAkhtar
It starts with a drop of liquid. And gets forged in the iron of blood. The steel of milk strengthens it. And the magic of a bond is formed. We ca..
Kiangani Street
A Story by
ShameemAkhtar
Xiang Fei kicked about the round object in the street with his friends. All, neighbours of his, barely ten years’ old. Fen Li watched them, ..
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