Halloween Poems. Part 3

Tricks and Treats

Trick or treat, hear my heartbeat
Speeding, but I’ll be discreet.
When you’re near, you commandeer
My breath til I’m in disrepair.

Treat or trick, my heart you flick,
To the beat of your drumsticks.
At me you’ll glance, I’ll be entranced,
And daydream our entire romance.

Trick or treat, hit the streets,
If my fondness for you will make you retreat.
When you leave, I’ll clutch at air,
But I’ll know we’re not to be a pair.

– Irnin Khan

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Halloween Poems. Part 2

Candy

I don’t wish to be the candied apple of your eye,
It’s too high a pedestal for your affections to climb.
Instead, carve my nose with the tips of your fingers,
Shape my eyes with a gaze that lingers.
You can trace the scars and ridges of my shell,
As long you’ll have me, I’ll sit under your porch bell.
Wearing nothing but my widest grin,
I’ll be your pumpkin.

– Irnin Khan

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Halloween Poems. Part 1

Masks

Every time I begin to think I see you, in your eyes so blue,
I find myself suddenly hurled down the slopes of Kathmandu.
Even when it turns my world askew,
I remain waiting in this endless queue. For you.
How many times must I unmask you until I reach your core?
I have to tell you that my hands and my heart are starting to feel sore,
From engaging in this dance of yours.
After it all, when you find yourself swaying alone on the dance floor,
Know that you won’t ever find me forlorn.

– Irnin Khan

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Single and Fabulous. Exclamation Point.

As we end the month some refer to as ‘Sextember’, I wanted to reflect on what it currently means to me to be a single girl. Various books, articles and Instagram feed scrolls later, I began to collate words of affirmation for myself, and this is what eventually came of it.

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Moodboard: The Spring Diaries

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the birds and the bees are pleased as peas,
as they spy fields of daisies, swaying with ease.
tees and frisbees, floating through the spring breeze,
out with the onesies, in with the posies,
tis the season of follies, whimsies and that springtime chemise.

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Inspiration: Pablo Neruda

Words are delicious.

Since I was a little girl, I’ve devoured them with fervour. Back then, it was fiction that carried me to the edges of my imagination and beyond. My recent vice, however, is poetry. It’s far too easy for me to get lost amongst the overload of information. When I read a poem, I latch on to a few lines and find myself repeating them in my mind like affirmations. It brings me back to myself and centers me.

Pablo Neruda’s timeless words, I turn over and over in my palms like flower petals that never wilt from touch.

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Moodboard: Karma has no deadline

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My friends will already know what a great believer I am in karma.

Karma never loses an address. What goes around comes around. Karma is a delightful bitch.

It’s kicked my ass enough times to compel me to follow its rules. It’s also brought me mountains and valleys of peace in kicking the asses of those who’ve wronged me. A wise friend and sometimes-hero of mine back in Barcelona always instructed me to let karma finish it. It’s really the most apt advice for peace of mind.

Many place their faith in religion. I place mine in karma.

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