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The voice echoes around The empty desolate caverns. Filled with images, Some that move. Silent sounds of the past. The voice belongs to no one, No one still with us here. Louder than any murmer That is present.

Australian born Pakistai bred Londoner by trade Traveler by choice. To pick but one Is to betray All the rest Of the whole Identy of your own. Accept them all And peace will Be found Within yourself To carry on.

There is a time and place They say To show off one's affection. But when I ask them When and where Their answer becomes confusing. "In your own home, My dear, Where your privacy is assured. Where he can enjoys your sights My darling And you enj-" But, I will always ask, If it is not a he at all? Their utter shock, Their complete disgust, As something to behold. "Of course it's a man! It could only be a man! What sort of talk is that!" To which my only reply can be, But there aren't just men In my life, The types of people In this world Are as many as the population! There are men And women And both together And n

(The set it of a street reduced to absolute rubble, there are some remnants of buildings down the side. Over head are the sound of planes, occasionally bullets can be heard, some nearer some further. Revenge [female, tall, slightly built, dressed in a a casual trouser suit] ascend from stage left. When she alights, she looks around a little surprised. She picks her way over the set, moving aside stones, occasionally leaping back in disgust.) Revenge: (sighing) I never thought it would go this far… (Arrogance [male, in male shalwar kamiz, a hat on his head, clean shaven and dress shoes] enter on high stage right. He alights but doesn'

She stood before him. Her eyes wide, wild, her chest heaving with her pants. Blood oozed from a cut at her temple, and as she stood, she spat out a wad of red saliva from her lips, leaving a red trail down her chin. Her hands, curled into fists were bloody, bruised, broken. A bruise was developing around her right eye, the eyebrow split. He didn't know what to say to her. He didn't know how to say anything to her. But there she was. Battered. Bloody. Defiant. Everything he hated about her. Everything he loved. "You promised," was all he could whisper to her. "So did you," she replied, nodding at the woman standing behind him, looking baffl

I remember once, being a very little girl. All of six, I thought I was so grown up. I was growing up in Central London, the oldest of three. I had a mother, a Pakistani woman, a father, a white Australian man. We weren't the most conventional of families. And perhaps why that was why I became the way I am. I remember this day most vividly. My father had found the most gorgeous little Italian cake shop, tucked away in the corner of Soho, the well established red light distract of London, home to bars, clubs, for all genders and preferences. My mother, having been brought up in a very traditional household in Pakistan, was at first a little ap

There is a place Deep in our hearts And well above the stars Beyond the reach of human hands Beyond our human hearts. This is a place That cannot be Quantified or measured. It cannot be expressed by words Or owned by one religion. It is this place Of those who have Left us here on Earth To reside in peace and happiness At least that is all I can hope. I the skeptic Have never grasped The concept of a paradise Yet left here in the wake of loss I still feel her in my heart. Late at night When fears are real And no words or touch can quell them I feel a presence next to me I feel her all around. She kisses my forehead S

Star bright Star light First star I see tonight I wish I may I wish I might Have this wish I wish tonight There is one wish That I desire Above all else Above all other I wish I may see That smiling face That haunts my dreams That haunts my wakes I wish to hear That voice again That calls my name That comforts me At all hours of Both day and night And advises me In for all my life I wish to feel Those arms again That hold me close Even in those times When neither one Could speak or sigh Just to sit together And contemplate How life goes by I wish to smell That scent again That has become All too familiar Th

If I could wish upon a star What do you think I'd wish for? Money and fame? Life eternal? More wishes than I could deal with? I wish I was as vain as that I wish I was as petty I wish I could only see so far I wish… I wish… I wish… Instead I wish for the relief of pain Of one that I hold so close and dear I wish for movement To come without cost I wish for medicines To be un-needed I wish for the bed To become a place of rest Instead of a place of pain Of solditude and anguish. I wish for a time When a trip in the car Is one of joy or recreation Rather than one of grave importance To check upon the heal