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- poetry: hello, hello?
violence is distasteful, and gory, peace is unfathomable
- Poetry: Naivety
like me do you also marvel
- Poetry: Beaten But Not Bruised, For Black Stars in 2010
I am here to say what score-lines, statistics will not show, not say
- poetry: tropic of yes
the waste lands of wiggles / where yesses collides with nos
- Poem: The Hungry Face
As she rests her soul against the pole The blistered feet and in tattered clothes
- Poetry: Head and Heart
from her, herd, hard, heart to her
- parvana chand
ish'q bhee tu, aashiq bhee tu / pyar bhee tu, pari bhee tu
- Poetry: East London
East London - A Poem
- Poetry: Rain
Silk Screen Print and Poem from A Slow Train to Gwalior
- Poem: Echoes of Existence
There lives an echo on the streets Where she once travelled and breathed
- Haiti, Poems and Drawings
Haiti - Poems and Drawings
Poems and Drawings on Haiti
- Poetry: The Messenger of Smiles
One day while walking On the golden sands of a beach, I met a frail old man Whose head was shaped like a peach.
- Poetry: The Rainbows Last Evening
i remembered you at hauz khas behind the ruins when you had touched....
- Mdantsane Black, Poems of Mdantsane
black are we grown from unseen embers
- Mdantsane Laughter - Poems of Mdantsane
a girl laughs out aloud clutching a tree back in rural mdantsane.
- Poetry: playing with ink
ink, kink, hink and think
- Poessay: Five Letter B Words Part II
Words express, emote, soothe, guide, communicate.
- Poem: Million Characters Inside
From distant corners of the world, they ask What shall we get you, what is it you want
- Poem: Weary of Myself
Am weary of your politics, You offer nothing But only promise
- Poem- Remembering Iqbal - Storm from the East
This man Iqbal, the old Sufi from mystifying corners of Kashmir
- Poem- Routines of Conscience
Carries this man with himself different books In moments of reflection and ponder
- When the Sun Broke in Mdantsane, Poems of Mdantsane
we all went out collecting pieces patients held out their palms
- Poetry: Didn't I Tell You?
when a colored moon suddenly opens a sky to just another sea.
- Poem: : What Lies in Yesterday?
What lies in yesterday? Only the dust and its fumes Ignore and move on To paths new and not trodden What lies...
- poetry: eyjafjallajoekull
cremating the animus and the anima
- Gary lives in Mdantsane, Tales of Mdantsane
gary laughed out aloud there is a white man in his cage
- Poem: The Child's Mutiny
I have no crimes, Against my name, Only poverty and hunger
- Poem: The Human Landscape
Today is the day we will find, Our voices, our hearts in one place
- Poem: Green Birds of Heaven
In these situations Words cannot accurately Describe and reflect The sense of loss And belonging
- poetry: tale of tails
- Book Review: Mdantsane Breathing
At Mdantsane ‘hunger is an imagination’ and as ‘country runs on fasting streets’
- Poetry: random ruptions
random and seguing
- Mdantsane Dancing- Poetry of Mdantsane
she touches her eyes and her hips again in other patterns....
- Book Review: The Tunnel at the End of Time
The Armageddon was inevitable... We needed it, and so we created it. But it is only illusion...
- Shri RamChandra Kripalu Bhajman (Prayer by Tulsidas, With Translation And Notes)
Introduction (for the initiated, for foreigners, for skeptics and for believers) Ramayana is the most important and influential epic...
- poetry: whirling
"Rhythm is the basis of life, not steady forward progress. The forces of creation, destruction, and preservation have a whirling, dynamic interaction."-Kabbalah
- Poetry: West Midnapore
somebody cut open the sun people looked in awe at the lame mind...
- Keiskammahoek - Poetry of South Africa
a keiskammahoek sky falls apart
- Poem: Everlasting Night
As this everlasting night lapses into silence Our hearts lit with moonlight, eyes sparkling that light, We waggle together with this voiceless...
- Poem: The Dance of Solitude
The solitude and its silence Stands there, the grand empires Built from dreams of the past
- Photo Essay: A Quiet Stream Flowing Through Snow
A photo essay of a small stream in London
- Poem: Walking With Wordsworth
The lands we have traversed Different and diverse, Strange and beautiful, in arrival The long walks and drama
- Book Review: The Bloodaxe Book of Contemporary Indian Poets
I highly recommend this Bloodaxe anthology for its reach and range, and for a comprehensive and erudite introduction to Indian poetry in English.
- Poem: The Cancer Boy
Never met him, Never knew The pain he carried The little boy In his body
- Siviwe, Poems of Mdantsane
there is no more the bush war nor the beatings....
- poetry: long live god
An overwhelming wave of insensitivity and insulation that wraps and warps our perception of suffering.
- Cecilia Makiwane Hospital, Mdantsane
the sky occasionally moves down and it is then the trees leap to search the forgotten
- Dilip Chitre - A Poet Remembers
He hated the word 'sahab' but Dilip Chitre undoubtedly remains the sahab of Indo-English Poetry.
- Mdantsane Spaza - Poems of Mdantsane
death has no color here in peaceful mdantsane
- Poem: The Old Tombstone
Floating around; in the orbits celestial and earthly in search for wisdom and light
- Poem: 1947 to 2009
All gone, from Jinnah to our present The country we fought so hard Now lies bare, in its awake, Who is to be blamed?
- poetry: gold fish
the surgeon general should warn one and all / google alerts are bad
- Book Review: A Slow Train to Gwalior
For me, his poetry is pure delight and the reason is because he doesn’t hide his quest for love with clichéd jargon.