Meeting death

I imagined my funerals hundred times. Every time I decided to end my life, I saw my body, either criminated or cold on a floor, waiting to be washed. They wash your body and cover you in white cloth, then carry you on their shoulders to a piece of land bought on a day or…

A note to readers

Dear beloveds, friends and readers I have been posting on this poetry blog since 2010. It has been a great journey into my heart, to let go of many untrue believes, to unveil and unblock, to taste and share the true essence. I am taking this blog to another level from today and apart from…