Trigger alert.

The title is also the precaution I'd like you to take before reading the poem. While this post is fictitious, I don't know where the line stops. So help me out, okay? I wrote this because I know how tough it can be with triggers all around you. This post is not going to help heal you but maybe it'll let you know we all have triggers. If you don't know what triggers your friend's bad memory, ask and try to not hurt them. It'll mean so much to everyone.....

Little pockets of love.

I've seen people search for love so much, I decided to write something on a part of it. This is my attempt. It's about where a certain someone looks for love and where they'll end up finding it. It goes a little something like this: "I've seen you look for love in everything that is over-sized".....

Dilruba Samandar

"When I was seven, my father and I went on a little trip to a city close by for five days. A mini-vacation to Bologna filled with questions and games. On the fourth day, when we were both tired of the games, I decided to ask him all kinds of questions. There were questions about Shakespeare and Frost, about Pizza and cheese, about answers I'd never gotten in my bedtime stories, and about mom.....

Broken things stay.

I love personifying things that matter in our lives. Poetry and love has to be two of the most important things on that list. So yeah, here's my attempt that making Poetry and Love just like you and me. This is how it starts "Poetry was a twenty year old, 5'7", super shy but very"....

Because I’m a magician.

In 1999, when I was ten, my dad took me to a magic show. The show was at four in the morning and I tried convincing him to let me sleep but nothing worked that day. "Rahim, this jaadugar will change your life!" he said and we went for the show. Turns out, he was right. Twenty years later - today - I'm the magician.....