ZIA AHMED
“Zia Ahmed is a softly spoken poet-philosopher from north west London, who has been a London Laureate, Roundhouse Slam Champion, and recipient of the Channel 4 Playwrights Scheme. He is currently writing a play in collaboration with the Paines Plough theatre company. We can’t stop playing his EP SAMA released under the title NIWEMANG (available on Spotify). On it, he softly speaks downtrodden, self-effacing and spaced out monologues over sparse jazzy soundscapes. His romantic stoned dispatches of street life are addictive and peaceful. For the full enjoyment, his poem ‘Home’ is best read out loud.”
“HOME”
i‘m running running like thoughts running from
thoughts rattling from the constant battling broken pieces
floating tokens token gestures token jester open sesame
ali baba forty thieves forty grievances nothing to pledge
allegiance with trapped in a box ballerina chopped off
for bhangra man dance monkey dance to the music of the
snake charmer i am karma i am kama sutra i am ni tu hune
hune hoi mutiyar mundian to bach ke rahin i am your gap
year you said you were lost i hope you found yourself i am
slumdog millionaire downward dog eight headed god i am
shiva al-qaeda i am auditioning for the role of terrorist
one yes i can do that in an arabic accent i am dhalsim i am
bollywood season on channel four at two in the morning
i am ganges i am gandhi i am jinnah i am five pillars i am
sinner i am cinnamon i am cardamom i am not invited to
the houses of parliament i am sharif don’t like it rock the
casbah stop the fatwa allahu akbar allahu akbar la illa ha
illalah i am england no you’re not mate look at your face i
am england shirt made in bangladesh i am brick lane i am
curry house of the year two thousand and five i am rogan
josh i am so damn lost i am so damn lost just looking for a
place that’s home
looking for a shape that’s whole mera joota hai japani
home is where your heart is yeh patloon inglastani nah
home is where your heart lifts sar pe lal topi russi nah
home is where your arse fits phir bhi dil hai nah home is
where you’re ok to stay till you leave in a casket
phir bhi dil hai...
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