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Marginality// By: Fareed Ghanem **** (1) When eyes rain on beautiful steps along a novel’s paths, while you stay out of the text, know that you are put in the margins; when you boil like sleepless volcano, just to furnish
Disabled A person having a physical or mental condition that limits movements, senses, or activities A complex phenomenon, reflecting an interaction between features of a person’s body and features of the society in which he or she lives Developmental differences
Well you say the lifestyle he lives is wrong God created Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve, well hell who are you to judge without Weighing all the options, did you ever think That maybe he’s still dealing with
The nobles’ officials sigh, When the storm starts in the sky, For soon or later, It will be too late to blow the horn, All wealth and pleasures they enjoy, Puts them at the mercy of the peasant minority, For
Are you educated? Have you an injured heart? Have you a purified brain? Do you believe in truth? Are you alone? Do you seek problematic truth, solvable truth, real magic? Are you a secular person? Do you believe in democracy?
Woman is that truly you, crying to be delivered? Your glow is evident, the sun clothes you. Who would believe that you are for real? Though John saw you, this so unexpected. What caused you to appear as a minority?
The visionary, Atlas, Shrugged his shoulders as he regarded The city of kings, Collapsed under its own weight. Remnants of an unachievable dream Haunt the few remaining halls, Corrupted and skewed creatures That feel no remorse, and The servant girls
(1) Clouds carry water drought and starvation missing A healthy monsoon (2) Farmers celebrate good crops bring prosperity monsoon being friendly (3) Peacock enjoys dance waterlogged everywhere a happy monsoon (4) Darkness in the sky rain droplets seduce climate monsoon
Reveries are broken I wake up in despair Bombs blast human bodies Indiscriminately Human flesh—-of a child; a mother; a father who knows? Who cares? The issue is of attracting attention In the name of a religion To establish the
four poems on the nightstand written on cigarette paper they could be linked together into a manifesto with patience with skill and a fingernail of spit all the things you thought about me you were never shy about dishing out
With endless poverty gleaming in their eyes, Dreams, desires and will to live; Everything has faded to get fled, In a beggar; a living dead, A zombie on the streets. With an affirmative urge in hesitation, Cohesively willing to die
During the war, while the men were away killing Germans my grandmother played in goal for a ladies football team. They won the cup, she got a medal, had her picture in the paper, and, according to my father, she
The words flow by In the endless talks In the welcoming and Ascending dusk Knocking on the Emotions binding With the words Can it connect the hearts? Stirring questions For the being Of these words Flying to and fro Did
Holding back – tears, Holding back – all reservations. Holding back – all my questions.. With a broad smile.. And a promise to be back.. Touched the cheeks, Kissed the forehead Bid goodbyes.. And didn’t turn back, To see your
A family gathering, a party so bright with revelers dancing well into the night. Everyone filled with joyful mirth, role models all; the salt of the earth. Lost in their laughter with a roof to raise, failing to see his
The quarter moon has arrived on seaside, The carved bay being limited by sandline Is quite pleased with saline touch And is watched carelessly by drowsy moon. The breathing silence of distant forest, Feels happy for not being assailed by
From a subdued, quiet daughter, To an unruly boisterous teenager, Accepting the transformation with a straight face, Whilst, trying hard to find my space. The hectic turbulent college days, The intermingled greed for love and appraise, Wanting to be a
To delegate death, a mirror condenses the human sorrow with an unclouded penury. The suffering competes with debt and pain, to find the difference between just and unjust. Prayer was not the full answer to cross the beyond of starvation.
The question you have been asking is right in front of your face The question you have been asking is not the right one you should be asking in this place The question you are so sure of is perpetually
Though among the chosen, Judah opted to cross floor, Out of his way Heading to the path of the fallen! In a spectacular way Breaking loose from The tight grip of the fallen, Mary Magdalene braved The ardours track of
I am a child Standing on the vast sea shore Collecting sea shells to quench My curiosity I don’t know what an oyster is I know only the shells. The waves sweep high above my height The sea sometimes wails
You entered my life and merriment begun, The warm hugs and sparkling eyes, In your tiny fists, You held so much fun. From babbling and broken words, Stumbling steps to bold strides, I watched you grow with eager eyes. With
Happiness? It’s so sought, so wanted and craved, but it seems so strange, unreachable, so unknown. When you caress someone, your fingerprints don’t remain on the skin of the other- happiness is like fingerprints! Lips burning over the lips of
Love is easily excited. It plays your heart like an instrument, the beat hard and fast like a Spanish guitar. Love is colorful. It shows, everywhere. Between two, and inside one. But love is impatient. It doesn’t realize That it
A journey undertaken on destination suspect No direction to follow unsure what to expect Trudge seems endless unclear full of doubts Adding to quandaries of dreaded kind bouts All but me as company be done on one’s own None pointed
Before you Know and in despair Humankind do hear my prayer As deep within my mind I scream In witnessing this nightmare dream Humanity it seems is blind Forgetting that to love is kind When did decay begin to start?
Hello Pumpkin. My sweetest devoted country bumpkin. You don’t half bring the sunshine when I feel like sleeping in a fridge. Hello dearest Pumpkin in time you play the pleasant hoots from a pleasant piped piper making rats do comedy
Confused , lost , bloodshot eyes , A wanderer insomniac driven premise , Supreme anxiety , thumping palpitations, Pointless life dictated inhibitions , I Came at your doorstep, A depressed human being , A lifeless soul, Devoid of objectives ,
Its all part of living, We all feel a little lost sometimes… Its hard to comprehend, What the mind confines… Just take a walk, Through the pines… Takes time to know, That which undermines… Don’t be afraid, Of the tangled
Far from the hubbub of city nature nursed a dense forest and preserved the primitive air. A roaming fairy rested here for sometime loved the light and shade and murmur of leaves. The Lord of Woods came and proposed to
She lifted me gently in her arms, Smiles and warmth all around, She cuddled me closer to her chest, Humming a lullaby that resounds even today, She looked at me in the eye, Her words were soft and divine, Her
We live in a Society driven by Fear, Anger, and Greed. Fear of the unknown lurking among us. Fear of others’ distrust. Fear of what lies in our demise. Anger in our eyes for the person who leads us astray.
The things they eat, The things they don’t Makes us mothers mad Crazy as hell Yelling shouting high pitch Stressful it is sometimes but then What is worth is the fact These little ones will learn As time passes, they
Standing by my window, I subconsciously watch the sky, for hours. Thinking about you, I fantasize more and more, with no cowers. I recollect, almost all the talks shared, till now. Your smiling face, your sweet voice always in my