Refocus… Let’s walk backward for a minute and call it aimless wander… I mean what else do we call this? Lukewarm talks? They squint to read my lips… Are there scripts on my hips like a body shaper? Perhaps the stories they tell surpass imagination and… Yes, I am a poet I don’t oppose it… …
Author Archives: Muni_Mar
A mother at heart
I am a mother at heart I don’t have to birth a child to love them as if I have.
Hurra gratulerer med dagen
Kjære Norge, jeg vet ikke om jeg kan takke deg nok for din godhet. For at du lot meg sove under samme tak med mine søsken og mor etter så mange år… Jeg takker deg med alle språk i meg. Må fred evig være din. 🥳🇸🇯🎉 gratulerer med dagen. God 17.mai
unlock me
darling you are asking for too much… Don’t you know I have paid the price thrice? “Come as you are,” you say… As if you can bear witness to my mind and not betray or deem me astray… It costs a lot to be authentic if I don’t match the aesthetic your mind gets allergic …
Being feeling broken
Being broken isn’t the end of me… I may shake and puke when faced with the enemy but being broken isn’t the end of me… I may break down and forget to breathe… It will take time to patch myself back to life but being scattered around won’t be the end of me… One day …
Melancholy may coexist with contentment
And melancholy may co-exist with contentment… And I’m answering to a lifetime of self-abandonment fed up with bruises and excused abuses… tournament issues, these are waterfalls soaked with tissues… And We fall like teardrops down we go nonstop… Some get high on trees to forget life with ease… Some boozer’s head is above clouds their …
That 90s R&B type of ish
I didn’t know this when I was younger… But baby, you are not supposed to be with everyone you fall in love with. (Romanticly) There is compatibility… And there is energy… Do we understand one another? Do we have energy and space to allow one another? And still… From time to time, I find myself …
What is being beautiful?
What is “being beautiful?” When do you deem someone/something beautiful? Because I know one is beautiful even when one doesn’t feel such… A marvelous storyteller revealed themselves to be more beautiful with each line as I read their story… So beautiful So when you tell me “qurux ba kugu gobatay” you are so beautiful, Muni… …
The stories that remain
First, I write down the stories… Everything… Then I take out the parts that can never be told outside these walls… I share the leftovers of unfinished sagas. between scattered lines and craved existence, whatever survives somehow touches the longing soul…
convosfromwithin 