"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)

Monday, January 5, 2015


Dissolved amongst my tears
Are buckets of ideas,
Trickling across my cancer marks,
Scalding scarred skin with spilling sparks.

But no one sees them glow -
They fail even to show -
Before they vanish into space,
Lost somewhere on my unseen face.

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