“The Back of My Mind” by Imaan Siddiq

It disintegrates from the front row, And shifts abruptly to the back, All I take and absorb, The chosen is kept, The remaining is left for a time better than the present. Thus that which remains goes to the back of my mind, Incomprehensible and unattainable the remainder becomes, Until my consciousness rummages through the […]

“Ascension” by Imaan Siddiq

I tear away the expectations, Unanimously glued to me. I rise from the Earth, The clay and the hearth, In which you carelessly buried me. I rise above and beyond, And break free from the shackles, That bounded me from taking flight, In the open blue skies. I rise for once and for all, I […]

“Spirits” by Imaan Siddiq

Spirits Why do I see beauty? Beauty where there should be none. For my eyes are accustomed to the non-existent. I could see and hear and feel them, They are the liberated souls of the deceased. Why do I rely on them? Well, we are all bodies of our own actions, And actions of our […]

“Nostalgia” by Imaan Siddiq

I lay there on the grass that never belonged to me. I looked up at the sky that I couldn’t swim in and when I looked beside me, I found myself under the tree that I used to climb with my injured legs and watered eyes. I couldn’t feel the heave of the rock on […]

“Ghost Town” by Imaan Siddiq

Ghost Town No limits to where one treads, A land unknown to the breathing souls, So blurry, so foggy, The existence of grey in every atom. So cold, so grim, The chilly skin of my hands, Numb my face from gusts of freezing wind. Ho! My Ghost Town! It conceals what is visible to the […]