For what feels like an eternity, I've been grappling with whether I have anything of substance to share beyond my first novel. Will it be an indulgent rant of self-pity, or will it honour the human struggle? Am I invested in it the way I was with the first novel? Or is the tedious repetition [...]
Sullen heartTainted soulExhausted spiritFar from homeA journey longA stranger loneBroken promisesForgotten bones Cryptic poetry from a cryptic soulFor each to takeWhat echoes with their own...Photo credit : Adobe Stock #authorsofinstagram #poetry #spilledink
The saddest scene for me has always been the abandoned park bench.It echoes with profound intensity the pervasive isolation that too many experience, but too few reveal.There is a shame that is carried upon the broken wings of abandonment that anchors us in that space between wanting to create beauty in this world, while believing [...]
"When you give up on something, it becomes a weighty silence that you carry within you for the rest of your life.It's a quiet acceptance that what once was the centre of your being will never be a part of your being again.The silence is the only gesture that will honour such loss, such surrender.And [...]
Another excerpt from a manuscript slowly taking shape in my head. From the sequel to my novel, this is Taqdeer: A dance with destiny.In this scene, the main character, Zayd, once more finds himself faced with the betrayal of one close to him, but it's not enough to deter him from remaining defiant against the [...]
If you keep chasing rainbows, you won't find the time to notice that you're the prism creating the beauty that you so desperately court.Breathe beloved, and pause for long enough to appreciate the beauty of you, despite the ugly of them.(From the sequel to An Incomplete Love Story that may never be written)Photo credit : [...]
