K. Jared Hosein
Biography of K. Jared Hosein
K. Jared Hosein (1986 -...) was born and raised in the Caribbean island state Trinidad and Tobago. He is a writer and poet who has worked on his craft since his teenage years. In 2009, he penned a poem entitled 'The Wait is So, So Long' that would go on to be adapted as a short film that would be featured and win a Gold Key Award at the NY-based Scholastic Art & Writing Awards. He frequently writes to the local newspapers but those pieces are only of political and sociological nature. Although he is currently employed as a Biology and Physics secondary school teacher, he writes everyday to have a significant body of work, to build discipline and to create his own voice and style in the world of West Indian literature.
K. Jared Hosein Poems
(melancholy) The Wait Is So, So Long
I've waited for a fish that did not bite And for a little wind that couldn't fly my kite. I've waited for mail that never arrived And for fruit of a crop that never thrived.
My darling, Did you ever wake up in the morning To find the sun's eyes right on you, So you could bury your face
(love) From A Snowy Balcony In My Mind
Whether it be a sun-sparkle shine Or a blizzard bleak grey, Upon my frozen roses Springs this Christmas Day,
(longing) This Last Hour Of Waiting
Near this quieting shore, You left me sore, Sitting in this restless tomb, Now I lie on the floor,
(loss) The Grave Of My Child
It had been a long passing away. A death that crackles the hardest stone, He sank into the bed of this bay, A death silent and alone.
(love) Touch Me
When I hear you speak, The world slows to a halt Asleep from a sweet lullaby. When you touch me,
(love) A Kiss
A kiss down by the riverside, When the waterspouts Comes to life And across the evergreen glide.
(haiku) Seven Sins - Sloth
(haiku) Seven Sins - Lust
(haiku) Seven Sins - Envy
(haiku) Seven Sins - Gluttony
(haiku) Seven Sins - Pride
After your goodbye, I am bare, Naked, Exposed to the air,
(haiku) Seven Sins - Wrath
(love) A Kiss
A kiss down by the riverside,
When the waterspouts
Comes to life
And across the evergreen glide.
A kiss with your mouth open wide,
With noses nuzzling
And lying on a foliage mattress
With nothing to hide.