Two years ago, I sat in a concert hall in Grenay, northern France, while the mayor of the town used our performance as a backdrop for his political speech. According to him, our orchestra was ‘a fine example of how the youth of today were the people who would break down barriers and share their …
I read the graffiti on the wall. In big, bold letters, scrawled a foot high, it said “APNI MARZI KARDHI!” I didn’t understand. Next to it, written in white correction fluid, the words, “THE POOR CAN TAKE NO MORE: RESIGN”. My conscience was jolted and I took a pen from my pocket and wrote, “The …
It is when you feel down that you really realise that the friends you have are worth more than anyone else in the world. It should be obvious that the friends you have are worth more than the ones you don’t. I was so, so down one evening; I had hurt someone in a desperate …
I don’t deserve you, but I want you. I’ve done nothing for you, but I want you. I’ve done nothing for the world, But I want the world. I’ve taken all my life and I’ve never given back. I don’t deserve you, but I want you. I’ve had everything I wanted And I threw most …
I wanted to hate her because she made me feel like nothing. I wanted to make her feel small because she made me feel small. I wanted to hurt her because she hurt me. I thought of a hundred ways to hate. Now I am reduced to a mad, psychotic idiot, crying, lying down in …
The war was over, but the scars remained. Pushed together, the people lived in compounds scattered across the vast landscape. It was better like this; not much better, but better than the urban squalor that faced the returning refugees. The compounds were a sanctory from the ever threatening outside world: The minefield hell holes. The …
I offend my friends in what I say I offend my friends in what I write But they never tell me, But I know. I offend them because I write too much I offend them because I pour my anger out I write everything down Like the Blues Only it’s more like purple, Because my …
