Kash Baloch — Poetry on Identity, Love, and Survival

I sifted through white sands in coastal cities, longingly searching for an answer; explored every cave, and even sailed all over the Atlantic. Asked every soul that I encountered, but it was all in vain, there was no single solution that would soothe my pain. Shared stories of my travels with priests in churches, and in temples, traded secrets of my findings, with my fellow weary-eyed wanderers. I picked up every pebble, and peeled through blades of grass, climbed ancient trees silently hoping my sadness would not last. Tribes indigenous to Africa taught me how to be free, through them I learned that life could be just as peaceful for me. Ventured to the corners of the world to no avail, escaping from the truth could not change the fact that we failed. I meandered through the Sahara, without a caravan, then risked everything as I narrowly evaded death in Iran. There is nothing that compares to the deafening silence underwater, but even there I was unable to swim away ...

Society is in decline, the blind are leading the blind; fear ignites the masses, then sends the least evolved among us into frenzied states of havoc.  History is repeating itself, as certain lives are still worth more than others, in two millennia we have not accepted that we are all brothers.  Race was created to divide us, then the class system created larger rifts, and somehow we cannot agree on what the damage really is.  Unnecessary evil is broadcast into our homes, as the media controls so many of us who hang on to its every word.  Incited by bigots that are hiding in plain sight, we have lost the ability to distinguish between wrong and right.  Their hateful politics are the same ones future generations will condemn, unless the world continues on its fall from grace into mayhem.  Tricked into believing that democracy exists, the enlightened need to revolt to save us from this infernal abyss. Truth is such a rarity now, that it may as...

Your words were like pages torn from a novel and left out in the rain, without any context, they would never make sense again. Confusion was all around you, hurricanes followed you wherever you went, with blind faith, I saw right past it all and still claimed you as a friend. Eventually, it became too much to bear, you tried to break my spirit several times and expected me not to care. Rarely there when I needed you, where were you when I was destroyed? Stupidly, we would always reunite, like my integrity was just a toy. I wanted to slander you, hit you where it hurt, worsen your tarnished reputation, and drag you through the dirt. Instead, I chose to rise above; I know your wits are no match for my intellect. You already lead a simple life, filled with cocaine and regret. I thought that lightning never struck the same spot twice, but somehow I kept getting hit, because I ignored sound advice. You were a snake, and I was immune to your bites, like a city of sin, you l...