Few of my million daily thoughts, stories, and poems survive the battles in my head and make it to this blog.
Help me give them a louder voice.
(All poems are written by me, you can call me Zee)
Here lies a dream
In papers drowned by ink
Things, even if you steel, you can never take away from me
Land I forget, before I remember
Places where I used to belong
Earth that smelled much like I
There I lay
And awake I see
There can be another me
Immigrant in this earth but free
(Was turning dark so I had to turn around)
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee