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Breadcrumbs

Khalid Mukhtar · January 28, 2016 · Leave a Comment

The leaves that we turn
And the bridges we burn
Remind us of places
Where we may return
If the turning and burning
Do little for learning.

Diving Into Your Love

Khalid Mukhtar · January 28, 2016 · Leave a Comment

I’ll live to tomorrow
If I die first tonight:
Just send me your love
On the tail of a swallow
Forgotten in flight.


For one look from my habibĀ on the day it will matter the most. Ya Muqallib al-Qulub…

Forge Ahead

Khalid Mukhtar · January 23, 2016 · Leave a Comment

Chairs can help to remind you
The support you need is behind you.

The world may not know it’s got your back.

Get Moving

Khalid Mukhtar · January 23, 2016 · Leave a Comment

The shortest route
from here to there
Still needs me to
get off my chair.

Masterpiece

Khalid Mukhtar · January 22, 2016 · Leave a Comment

Let NOW be your canvas,
Your breath be your brush:
Let no words upon it
To slash, burn or crush.
Live your masterpiece.

Yunus The Grocer

Khalid Mukhtar · January 21, 2016 · Leave a Comment

This grocery rhyme in honor of our local grocer.


Yunus the grocer sold his samosas
At two-dollars-fifty a pound:
A savory treat of taters and meat
So very exquisitely ground,
And wrapped in a layer of dough,
All packaged and ready to go.

The Need Of The Hour

Khalid Mukhtar · January 19, 2016 · Leave a Comment

All the children we orphan,
All the children we kill:
We can deck every coffin,
But we can’t check our will.

All our tears are fire,
All our mourning is play,
When we look in the mirror
And we must turn away.

Thirty seconds of sorrow
To be ready to preach,
No, the fire burns deeper
Than the heat of our speech.

Take a moment to wonder:
If the tables were turned,
Would we run to hide under
All our family burned.

Time to strangle injustice
With sincerity’s rope;
Time to drown every challenge
In a puddle of hope.

But we’re lost to the darkness
If we’re led by the blind,
And the seeing, all silent,
Simply follow behind.

Fighting fire with fire
Maybe needed sometimes,
But the need of the hour
Is for wide open minds.

Wide. Open. Minds.

Lies

Khalid Mukhtar · January 17, 2016 · Leave a Comment

The lies we speak,
And the lies we spread:
One kills our souls,
The other keeps them dead.

Get Your Bearings

Khalid Mukhtar · January 16, 2016 · Leave a Comment

The amity of land repels
A sea beset by rancor,
Yet there it is to come alive
Upon the stab of anchor.

Running

Khalid Mukhtar · January 13, 2016 · Leave a Comment

I hold on to my run
Like the sun, to the treetops.

“You first,” I say.
“You first,” says sun.

Home.
I look up.
I’ve won.


Inspired by (and picture courtesy): https://www.instagram.com/p/BAfzB89HEaN/

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