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Miscellaneous Work

Let’s Catch Up

Hey!

How are you? No, seriously, are you good?

Can I start this post by sharing something I read recently?

1. Relax your brows
2. Let your tongue fall from the roof of your mouth
3. Unclench your jaw
4. Let your shoulders fall away from your ears

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Poems

Take Me Home

Heartbreak like this make me yearn for comforts I never even had

The urge to bask in my motherland’s South Asian sunshine and feel warm rainwater splashing down my back

Elders calling me their child in Urdu, sending me to sleep with head massages laced with coconut oil

Bare feet, long braids, eating food on the floor with my hands

Heartbreak that makes me want to start again in my mother’s footsteps because starting afresh in my own shoes won’t be enough to make me forget

Heartbreak that makes me wish I wasn’t here

So I start to daydream about not being here

Not being dead

But being reborn in the country that flows through my veins

Then I’d never have met you

And I can imagine I wouldn’t ever have to know what it feels like

To be heartbroken like this

 

 

 

 

 

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Miscellaneous

Femme Inspiration: Mikala Monsoon

I wish I wasn’t an anxiety ridden introvert – I’d host a monthly salon, where all my favourite creative voices from the internet and beyond could have a meeting of minds. We’d change the world if we shed the doubt that mundane, relentless adulthood has a way of beating into us. The benefit of expanding your emotional and creative intelligence has become so underrated in a world of capitalism and rushing to work and scrolling through an endless sea of digital nonsense and never having time for anything because we’re all oh-so-busy competing to be the most productive – but what are we doing it all for?

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Poems

Second Generation

My Father was a hipster
His Father was a prisoner of war

Both of my Grandmothers believed in God

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Poems

Gliding

You say you notice everything about me

You laugh and say I walk like I’m ice skating

Feet bounding ahead in a circular motion

As if that makes it easier to keep moving forward

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Poems

Outbursts

I have a theory

That every blue moon, gold spills off my tongue

Unravelling out of my mouth like a seed in bloom

After a long winter of nothingness

 

It scares people

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Thinkpieces

Missing In Action No More

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It’s funny how life runs away with you. I remember being 21 and starting this blog – I had just started to write for NXG Magazine, an arts project in Deptford. I never thought I could be paid to write without a degree, but God bless the internet, which admittedly made this task more accomplishable.