'It is easy to blame these days than own up; because all it takes is a cacophony of lies, such that the truth recedes into oblivion.'
'Life here is hung in uncertainty between two extremes. I don’t exactly know where I belong and whether what I have chosen is right or wrong.'
A poem on the beauty and pain of a city, and the love the author holds for it.
A poem on the fallout of a neighbourly quarrel.
'I want to write about the world – not yet dead but not so alive.'
Post conflict recovery is largely driven by the assumption that as soon as conflict ends, normality returns.