Haiku: History

the pages are torn
the cold wind blows them away
history destroyed

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We Are Readers

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We are readers…

There are chances you will spot us. In a park, on a bench.

At the cafeteria, probably by a window.  In the tube/sub or at a quaint little street.

On rooftops in the setting sun. On rooftops in the rising sun.

In transit from one continent to another – airport lounges and mid air.

At bookstores, catching a whiff. Fillings carts with books and filling lungs with the smell of books.

In libraries, amidst our kith and kin – having lived similar lives, embarked on similar journeys through stories.

We also hide books within books to let not the world know we are ‘UP TO SOMETHING‘.

Strain eyes to read under sheets with a torch. Take our books everywhere. Even the loo.

Raise your hand, if you are a reader too!

Quote: B by Sarah Kay

Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried.

Read the full poem here: http://ohsarahkay.tumblr.com/b

Poem: 1000 Origami Cranes

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If I had nothing to do all day and if I knew the significance that it held,

I would have woven strings after strings of a thousand origami cranes for you.

Woven all the luck and all the health in the world and beyond,

Those colorful paper formations folded to perfection.