A society that does not think for itself is dead
A society that does not think for itself is already dead. But what is worse than death? A corpse that still pretends to breathe.
I think that’s the problem that I live to the extremes
I think that’s the problem. Either I love too much or not at all. Either I enjoy your company or feel disgusted by every moment. I live to the extremes. I think that’s the problem. Either I dream too much or not at all. Either I crave the silence or drown in the noise. Either […]
If I am visible, why don’t they see me?
If I am visible, why do they treat me like a ghost? And if I am invisible, then why does this mirror reflect the light scattered by my silhouette? Even a mirror acknowledges my presence but people won’t. — Sadia Hakim // Letters Unsent Read, I am a black butterfly poem, here.
The anglerfish that chose light over darkness — sciopoetica
I wasn’t a terrifying monster—until life pressed me into its darkness and made me one. Perhaps that’s how the universe shapes its creations—under pressure.
Should we melt into stars — quantumly entangled
Should we,Should we,Should we,Should,Should,We— Die together? Should weMelt into stars?Should weBecome poems?Should weBreak into constellations?Should weFold into forever?Should weLet time blur our names? Should weTangle in the spaces between?Should weBe the hush before dawn? Should weForget where you end, where I begin?Should weBe nothing—And everything—All at once? Should weDefy quantum physics?By going beyond bodies,By merging […]
Leprosy does erode and so does moral decay
Leprosy does not kill quickly. It erodes. It eats away until nothing remains but a hollow shell, a ghost of what once was. And so does moral decay.
Fragments of the leper society —pain is the proof
Pain is the only proof that we are still human. To feel is to survive; to ache is to be alive.
The equation of love by sadia hakim —derivation poem
Scientists—they forget to derive the equation of love. Equation of love by sadia hakim — derivation poem beyond space, science and metaphors
When you have shared your world, cut open with someone
When you have shared your world, cut open with someone, a desire is born—a desire to see their souls, to touch their hearts by sadia hakim
The piercing voices inside my head and this noise outside
My ears are being pierced between the voices inside my head and the voices of these people-y things. Inside vs outside quotes by sadia hakim