It seems this new house has always been here, this loose soil, ready for me, some visitors carrying souvenirs, like good friends opening their soft arms, waiting since a long time. Perhaps I should now sow my routine here, be patient, for it will take a few summer noons to learn the way from old …
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Dear Readers, It's not always that a poem sits at the tip of your tongue. A poem, more often than not, takes its sweet time to come to you. Even when it forms like perfection in your mind, it turns into jelly when you want to want to put the words down. This is what …
Craving (Hiraeth)
What’s that one yearning that makes your heart ache? When I came across #Hiraeth (Welsh) I knew that here was a single word with countless layers, expressing all my longing and nostalgia for the places I once lived in. They were never my destination. Strange it is, that at my last port of call today …
