A poem about what it feels like to be a second-generation immigrant living in the UK. Thank you for reading, much love! <3
A metaphorical poetry on immigration and learning of different languages and accents. Please like and comment.
If I be found with any crime, let that crime be compassion.
(Mike Mezz posted about this same topic a few days ago and coincidentally I was working on this too. I'm thankful for a place to share con...
Help me clean up and tighten this work at which I have stared for three weeks.
Asylum We are one vine, one species we must rescue ourselves from evils jaws. Appeal to the fascist border builders
I wrote this thinking of the stories that my students have told me. I didn't want to go on because I felt like I'd be telling their secrets, so I kept it short and sweet.
A much too long poem for my dearly departed grandmother. She deserves a better one, but this is what I’ve got.
(The ‘Fresh’ prompt got away from me.)
I have chosen to write about the current events of the world through the eyes of my daughter Fiona. I have incorporated issues that we face today such as political unrest, lack of paternity leave in o...
My not so concise brief history of my boyhood.
Hathaan Diya Lakiraan is a Punjabi phrase that translates to "lines on your palms". These lines outline the journey taken by those before you. Mehndi is the traditional Punjabi term for "Henna". Henn...
The Karman line is widely accepted as the boundary of earth and space So why do we make boundaries across the hospitable earth 100km above, higher than any mountain face Why can we not see what life i...
Fingers reaching through a chain-link fence. just a breath away,
A poem about what it feels like to be a second-generation immigrant living in the UK. Thank you for reading, much love! <3
A metaphorical poetry on immigration and learning of different languages and accents. Please like and comment.
If I be found with any crime, let that crime be compassion.
(Mike Mezz posted about this same topic a few days ago and coincidentally I was working on this too. I'm thankful for a place to share con...
Help me clean up and tighten this work at which I have stared for three weeks.
Asylum We are one vine, one species we must rescue ourselves from evils jaws. Appeal to the fascist border builders
I wrote this thinking of the stories that my students have told me. I didn't want to go on because I felt like I'd be telling their secrets, so I kept it short and sweet.
A much too long poem for my dearly departed grandmother. She deserves a better one, but this is what I’ve got.
(The ‘Fresh’ prompt got away from me.)
I have chosen to write about the current events of the world through the eyes of my daughter Fiona. I have incorporated issues that we face today such as political unrest, lack of paternity leave in o...
My not so concise brief history of my boyhood.
Hathaan Diya Lakiraan is a Punjabi phrase that translates to "lines on your palms". These lines outline the journey taken by those before you. Mehndi is the traditional Punjabi term for "Henna". Henn...
The Karman line is widely accepted as the boundary of earth and space So why do we make boundaries across the hospitable earth 100km above, higher than any mountain face Why can we not see what life i...
Fingers reaching through a chain-link fence. just a breath away,