Thursday, April 24, 2014

What is love?

What is love? 

That evaporates like ether on the mists
A memory of times that were… playing tricks on your mind and your heart
Leaving behind no mark, no impression, save intellectually
The symbol of love is falsely claimed in part
For love most certainly is recalled by the brain

Not by the heart… 

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Tuesday, February 18, 2014


We have words so that we do not bleed

We have paint so that we do not shatter and splatter the inner workings of our artist’s minds and tragic human hearts onto pieces of paper and canvases.

We have skins that contain us, our beautiful amazing essence that flows through our blood stream gushing, pulsating and giving us life. 

It is good that we have these skins so that we do not ooze that essence away like forgotten bath water after the temperature has run cold.

We have hands that help us shape the world around us, moulding, malleable like a piece of play dough
Imagine what the world would look like if we turned our insides out

Laeeka Khan

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