Could you teach me?

how to feelto think criticallyto be to live a just life Please, teach mehowto fly,to cryto try my bestto be to live with everyone else Could you teach me? howtokeep balance

end of it all

It speaks to factsFacts of life, becauseOnce, she was beautiful It speaks to factsFacts of life, becauseOnce, he was handsome The count down is upAgainst themLockdown coming to its near endFacts of life remain the same

Between Life and Death: Between New York and Toronto

We (all) just wanted to make it. Make it out of the filthy, dusty streets of refugee camps. And in any sense, we (the displaced colonized intellectuals) have “MADE IT.” I mean, look at us. Look at you. Look at we who safely crossed borders. We. The luckier ones. We—who played our cards at the

“Warm Up” or Just “Don’t Try”: Inspired by J. Cole and Charles Bukowski

How could he have made a fool of himself. What a big fool he is. Please explain; how did he? And how blind of you– Ohh, shit, your “YOUR GLASSES.”

Bread & Butter Vs Waffles & Whipped Cream: Inspired by J Cole’s Last Call

For each light of dayThanks, I giveEach blessing counts (it does matter how trivial)Thanks, my friend, you should giveBe conscious, of the fact, life could be different from what it is at presentFor Every little you get, thanks you should give What if this, actually, is your last call? Last call — “last call for

My Pen, Pen’s Ink and I

My pen and I are bondsBirds of paradiseInseparablesAn exemplary couple we makeUntil the ink dries on me

Craving a Pizza?

For god’s sake If you are craving pizza, why don’t you follow your guts? What’s stopping you? #pizza #pizzadelivery #kissthecook #deliveryguy

For God so loved the world

For God so loved the world that he created manto liveto sufferto love For God so loved the world that he created manto hate and to kill For God so loved the world that he created manto plunderto colonizeto create For God so loved the world that he created manto subjugateto live freeto love For

Nerved

My long jump was NEVER leap of faith. Neither was it a jump through darkness My long jump was a dare to dream. It was a courageous jump. For only the courageous push beyond their limits My long jump was exactly just that. And I made progress While my body float in space, my strength

Hit and Run: A Tribute to my Stolen Bicycle & All Memories Left Behind

There are certain simple things beyond one’s understanding, but put in historical perspective unanswered questions become clear For example, 1st example: How on earth could one stole my bicycle, the evening of May 20th 2021, at 234 OXFORD ST E, LONDON, ONTARIO N6A 1T7? Like humans in the West are too civilized to steal My fault