"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Sunday, January 11, 2015


My solitude
Is a dull-edged sword
That saws my heart
To torment my soul.
I ache and throb
Deep inside my chest
As if the scab was new
And yet it is my oldest.
At other times
Seclusion makes me strong
And almost fearless
Until I overstep -
But that never lasts long.
A man alone
Can be a man of stone -
Or so I roar.
And, as I explore
The poems I've moaned,
The bluntest blade is honed.

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