Lost in translation
Originally posted on Megha's World:
“The quiet sense of something lost” ― Alfred Tennyson I’m lost in the translation wandering between the pages of a book hiding between the folds and sitting under a…
Daily Archive: August 22, 2018
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‘Bitter branches’
Bitter branches Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply. They will sit on old porches and remember skeletons and blunders. The have learned profound knowledge and the texture… Continue reading
‘Lover, murderer and the damn memories’
Dear December The war couldn’t kill me and I returned home in 1992 and I called you. A sweet voice answered the phone and you whispered. Dear Johnnie. Please come home to me,… Continue reading
POEMS FROM MY TRAVELS, EGYPT
Originally posted on Leila Samarrai:
image: ankh symbol Painting by Liana Horbaniuc 1 I, who travel the world ruled by a bestial frenzy, I am the pain of the sufferer and the distorted…