[tabby title="Poem"] (for Lefa Walter Pela) Mind Your Own Business:Cry wolf in a sheepskinThe Comrades MarathonIs a foxtrot to nowhereNewspaper man in slow motionGone too soonHe was taken outBecause selling news is a formOf selling outA satchel full of tabloidAnd...

[tabby title="Poem"] "I've been thinking about you all day" Poetry:You’ve rained on my parades more times than I can count,yet somehow, I never learned to run from your storms.Your face—it doesn’t just visit my thoughts,it conquers them,plastered across every billboardin...

[tabby title="Poem"] I wish I were a writer…So I could find the exact words toexplain my emotionsTo write down every thoughtinstead of drowning in them,To call for help in a language otherswould understandTo turn screams in my chest intoa masterpiece...

[tabby title="Poem"] Why should we barter for sanity? I believe there is none left; it is lost along with hope in history.How do we repeat the same feat, infected by the same disease, and let lies be our remedy?How does...

[tabby title="Poem"] In the crooked streets of love,I was beaten—left,right,centre. Yet I remained standing. I was naivewhen she said,“Chanda, I love you.” I believed her. That was my error. Women do not love.They perform. Love, in their hands,is a theatre.A...