The Piece of Land – The Migrant Crisis
Alan Kurdi, a little 3-year-old kid who lost his life on 2nd September, 2015 to the most drastic migrant crisis that is still killing thousands from Syria, Iraq and other parts of world. When I saw that news last year, I was one of the countless people who were emotional and hurt. Few lines for the worst migrant crisis humanity faced.
The Red Roses…
My heart weeps with the families of Orlando LGBT night club shooting victims. How just one sick mind ended 50 precious live just because he was homophobic. We have to stop this hate and let the love win…
Reply from the Trees
The way we are killing our flora and fauna, if trees could speak, this poem will be something very close to what we will get to hear. We humans don’t even think twice before destroying nature. Very soon, there won’t be a single tree left to give us such a reply. Here’s my poem from Dec 2012!!
Wish
Back in July 2014, I wrote this poem when terrorism and war were on rage in Syria, Iraq, Israel, Gaza, Ukraine, Russia and Nigeria. It’s been 2 years and hardly anything has changed. So much bloodshed, so much misery and the only thing we can really do is pray for peace. Wish it could be a nightmare only…
The Innocent Souls – A Tribute to Little Cancer Fighters
Sometimes, the evilest happens with the most undeserving. Even the thought of a little child getting cancer is so depressing. The days, months or even years that should be full of fun and playing around; they have to bear so much pain. Like many of you, I am a big admirer of Brandon of “Humans of New York”. His stories are always heart touching. But the recent series he started, is not an easy one. As he mentioned, the stories are war stories. A battle with
Far from Home
When you have to choose between success and living near to family, sometimes the right option is not the easy one. A few months back, I took a transfer from a city very near to my home, to a city
My Beautiful Scars – Stop Acid Attacks!!
Many months back when I was randomly strolling on Facebook, I came across a page named “Stop Acid Attack”. It didn’t take a second thought to like that page. These were all young pretty girls, acid attack survivors, scarred by some devious monsters, trying to start a mission to stand up again. I felt a connection,
The Sand on the Beach – Part 2
She was worried, sitting lonely, her tension was visible in her wet eyes. When her maths teacher saw her sitting there, she approached her. “Dear, you are too early, you can revise something meanwhile, wait, what? you are crying, why!!!