Prose

This category is a playground for those who love words as children love toys. The is where Images are clothed in words and made to sing and dance.

If you think you belong here, be here. Put aside your worries and play as much as you wish. There are no bed times. Whenever you are overcome by the “spirit of creativity” come here to converse with the universe of the human mind.

Labyrinth

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Where is the oomph put in the campaigns?Where are the pledges in our china plates?Where is the link between us and them?Where is the meat we ought...

And by a whisker, it was all over.

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How I could have…. But didn't and wasn't. I could have disappeared like a tinge of butter in a hot pan. But I did...

From the feet of aljanna.

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And the Sun Day that cameOn the petals of a sunflowerStood over fresh shrubs Beckoning on usWith a dimpled smile. A basket of topazTrailed...

Songs of Baga Mother

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The Worst of This

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Homeland

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They say I talk too muchBecause I rally aroundFor global peaceThey threaten me with jail time and death. I, Umar the poet, I...

If I Die

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