by Alex Pullen | May 10, 2014 | Ishq, Poetry
Return “Do not be saddened that you cannot return to Afghanistan. Your blood is already heavily spiced. The call to prayer already rings in your ears, Hums, shivers, resoundes in your dusty soul. The cityscape, hazed and vibrant, Beckons you to wander, In search...
by Alex Pullen | Jan 29, 2014 | Ishq, Poetry
A beginning Once I looked upon the Moon and said to her, “Why is this world in a constant state of ending?” And she responded… “Brother, it’s in a constant state of...
by Alex Pullen | Jan 24, 2014 | Ishq, Poetry
Aware “And here I am just being aware…”
by Alex Pullen | Jan 16, 2014 | Ishq, Poetry
A Breath of Fresh Air “Be a blank page in a book, waiting for a breath of fresh air, to turn you.”
by Alex Pullen | Jan 8, 2014 | Ishq, Poetry
Fly All People who fly, were once people who let go.
