Short Stories & Poems

Art on rooftops

My neck was swaying with the rooftops as my eyes were seduced by the artistic ensembles of colours, shapes and stories.

Reflections/ directions

Reflections, deflections, perceptions, directions, I’m feeling like 6 months is in 3 months which means I’ve missed


The couple sitting opposite were cold in their familiarity. He sat beside her, gazing at his ink stained paper through his


The day the devil forgot his armour he met a warrior, She was clothed in righteousness and cleansed by the blood of the lamb She bore the whole armour, helmet, sword, breastplate, belt, sandals The demon appeared on a train, eyes pierced and transfixed on her He tried to overthrow her stand He presented his cards of … Continue reading “Light…”

The drunk evangelist…

On the central line on the way home from Westfield shopping centre I encountered a man clutching a can of Stella Artois preaching about Jesus. It wasn’t how he had almost stumbled and lost his balance on the way to his seat which was next to mine (ironically I was praying he wouldn’t sit there). It … Continue reading “The drunk evangelist…”

What I saw…

I saw the golden sands weeping as the sun set its dream of a vineyard far beyond the mirage

As i dream….

The morning dawns as though my turning forced the sun its rising Rays settle on the surface of my eyelid…just one, The other is caught in the demise of its youth As i dreamt the frights of yesterday i awakened the skys of tomorrow listening and repeating the faults i dare to revive Alas I … Continue reading “As i dream….”


The lightness of our conversation was the same as the weather Light, warm, full of banter and changed every 5 minutes All in a day we were connected by vines of music, comics, clothes and whatever I laughed, you laughed, I teared, you cried It was nice Then you called me perfect In that moment … Continue reading “Perfection…..”

I keep on falling….

Chasing money till my roots grew old without a pass in the shadows Medullar oblingata my breathe has gone stoccata Into the deep where the river stopped flowing Life stopped for me but it continued for you Was I too selfish to protect me from thee or pretend like we never existed between the thick … Continue reading “I keep on falling….”


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Surafi KB
About Me

Hi, I’m Surafi KB, a songbird, blogger, photographer and all round creative. Welcome to my page where I share my thoughts and feelings about todays world from a black female & faith perspective. Occasionally I will share a song but mostly I open you to my writing and my world. Every conversation reveals more truth about ourselves than silence but in everything we build each other for greater days

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