A poem based on the movie, The Stoning of Soraya M.
There is a fine line between reality and fantasy. What happens when the lines are blurred? This a poem on the same.
The soldiers are out there fighting for us. We all see them as the strong pillars. But who is their strong pillar and what price are they paying, other than their life, while saving us? This is a poem on their plight.
With Christmas fast approaching, here is a poem with a mention of it. It is part romantic, part realistic, part tragic.
My face is an Illusion, They say, Never get Complacent, I never say anything, I never say anything Even when you Underestimate me, Because it will be my strength My cleverness at not warning you, So in that way I will keep my Mind close, And you keep yours Open Because everything has a time … Continue reading Hey There, Sweet Enemy!