The sinking sun gives the cue
The ridge lines run
From mountain to mountain
On these lines
The pine trees stand still
Between the trees
A crescent moon drifts
Under the crescent moon
My hope hangs
When the moon is full
My hope shall float
Inspired by the culture and heritage of the Arab World and Turkey, written during a symposium on ICT and Education: International directions in research and application, 2pm to 3.30pm on 24 April 2007.
Tuesday, 24 April 2007
Under the Crescent Moon
Wednesday, 11 April 2007
She lies there with her past
Mouth open wide
Head to the sky
Tilted at a side
Eyeballs roll up
Towards her scalp
Dust on her hair
She offers a tacit prayer
As her whole shell
Concaves
Her hollow mind
Becomes an empty hallway
Sending echoes
From her footsteps of self-pity
they swallow her, they follow her
Into eternity
Waiting for death
To consume her past
As guilt keeps dripping
From the upper bulb of the hourglass
Her thoughts are sand
Shifting uneasily, she knows
When the bulb runs empty
And so shall her soul be
Inspired by a picture from the Geographical Magazine on 11 April 2007 and written on the next morning.
Wednesday, 4 April 2007
Dance of a Tumbleweed

The wind cries
In the deep blue sky
Bidding the dance to begin
Imbuing the days ahead
With hues from a old vague dream
Too vague to remember
The leaves tinged red in November
Were once emerald green
No one recalls
The rhythm pulsating life into the dead
Dried up stream
There is only the sun-bruised and desiccated mind
Bobbing on the sea of ignorance
Like an aimless fishing float in the naked ocean
Up and down and up and down
In rolling, it rolls
In dancing, it dances
In tumbling, it tumbles
Till the wind dies down
Inspired by the tumbleweed picture and written on 4 April 2007.
Monday, 2 April 2007
The Porridge and I
My back facing
Where the sun
Is rising
With a spoon
In my hand
I fed myself
A bowl of chicken porridge
Alone
In the crowd
Inspired by the time at canteen A and written on 2 April 2007.