Originally from Scotland, I came to Pakistan many years ago. I read History at university but my profession was in communications.
I am most moved by the poetry of Rilke and Yeats, I am enamoured of the style and clarity of Auden, and the elegance of Eliot and Verlaine as well as appreciating the immediacy and passion of more contempory poets.
After you died I couldn't piece you together.
It frightened me a bit.
The more I longed for you
The more fragmented you became.
Restless, pacing panther-like,
I prowl the palace
Preparing for the gods to punish me,
As is my fate.
(The real nursery rhyme goes;
How many miles to Babylon?
Three score and ten.
Can I get there by candlelight?
Hot, long lazy days
Sun dazed dragonflies skimming
Light filters through leaves
We swim among the lilies