Original Poetry

Initiation Ceremony


I bled poignant words of misery
onto a callously empty sheet of paper,
as blank as the expression on his face,
and it was then that I understood
what it was to be a poet.


Some people are born with tornados in their lives,
but constellations in their eyes.
Other people are born with stars at their feet,
but their souls are lost at sea.
– Nikita Gill
Original Poetry

A Middle Eastern Sunrise


I felt you in the Eastern sunrise
just as I felt you in the Western sunset,
but you weren’t there.
I saw you in the overlapping mountain peaks
and in the layer of mist caressing the snow-capped tips,
but you still weren’t there.
I sensed you in the mid-winter breeze
as it lashed it’s claws onto my skin
but you weren’t there next to me.
How can one be everywhere
without being anywhere at all?