Moonlit sky, open air theatre, poetry recitation, traditional music, folklore and dance! What else does one need?
The last two evenings have been the best ever where I talked poetry, walked poetry and felt poetry in the very pulse. It was transcendence to a world of my dreams, where there’s pure bliss, eternal and everlasting. It’s a world of words, therefore there’s no betrayal. I’ve found my new haunts; yes, it’s the Dubai House of Poetry, The Madinet Theatre and I’m hoping my better half will to drive me to The World Trade Center this evening for Wole Soyinka’s poetry recitation. Grant me my wish, pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
