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)
On top of the world
Or so we thought
On the dorm’s rooftops
Explosions lit the sky
No thunder to fear
Just man’s lightening growing near
In time to get a shuteye
[That’s my Baghdad in 2007]
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee