Solve for x,
but never stop
asking why
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BY BODIES OF WATER, Naveed A. Khan & Ravneet Sehmbi 
Serving as both an excursion and a discourse on immigrant struggle, By Bodies of Water not only attempts to trace ethnic heritage and provide a voice to the émigré experience, but also seeks to disrupt Western thought on diasporic bodies. The text is completed by rich and detailed illustrations by Ravneet Sehmbi.
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BY BODIES OF WATER, Naveed A. Khan & Ravneet Sehmbi 

Serving as both an excursion and a discourse on immigrant struggle, By Bodies of Water not only attempts to trace ethnic heritage and provide a voice to the émigré experience, but also seeks to disrupt Western thought on diasporic bodies. The text is completed by rich and detailed illustrations by Ravneet Sehmbi.

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closetheshutterdown said: amazing poetry, i'd say real talent, keep it up!

Thank you


A woman’s body is not democracy.
You have no right to it, no entitlement.
No mandate to vote on it,
or otherwise treat a body
as a vehicle for debate
over conditions you cannot ever
biologically comprehend.
I look around me sometimes,
and grow afraid of myself.
I look around me sometimes,
and I hate what I see.
I look around me at the wolves,
salivating from their eyes,
paws itching from the
venom in their veins,
noses sniffing for ill opportunity.
I look around me sometimes,
and I see a battle for territory,
the severing of blood ties over
a thrill they are apt to call their own.
But a woman’s body is not yours.
Understand this: regardless of chromosomal arrangement
we are all capable of cruelty,
of both thought and action.
But how can we say to have progressed
if the majority still behave like animals,
and then convince the rest that
we are, indeed, civilized?
Nav K, Meditation on Wolves

Out first day at York together. This was taken at 8am, a record for both of us.

Out first day at York together. This was taken at 8am, a record for both of us.


She’s got these crazy eyes that make my heartbeat multiply. Hypnotized by those gorgeous thighs, they come complete in a gorgeous size. I won’t deny, my mind might be saturated in infatuation. Senses lacerated but all I want is conversation. She’s off the hook like a dial tone. More than a dime — she’s a milestone. You couldn’t hashtag her, she doesn’t need to trend. I mean, I’d give in but she’s not on the receiving end. So I wait for a call, I guess that’s call-waiting. Steady taking the fall, either that or I’m flailing. I might take a Skype date for my mind’s sake, but her attention’s offline. I even looked for her on MySpace, but it’s always the wrong time. So I pulled myself out of my own wreckage, straightened my spine and sent her a message: “You see, some lips eclipse the truth. But I won’t slip, I’m only trying to be real with you. Hit me a DM pretty lady. Tell me, what’s the deal with you?” I waited a week without a word, another passed quick. So I’m there, trying my best not to trip, started calling her a dumb chick. Then what happened next must have been fate: a little message popped up with an address and “don’t be late, meet me at 8.” Naturally, I played it cool and began freaking out. Got dressed in my best and stumbled out of my house. Smashed the gas into the floor, and everything was going according to plan. But then she opened the door, and I realized the girl from Twitter really was a man.

Nav K, Twitter plot twist

(possibly someone’s true story somewhere)


I want to study the quantum physics of your hips. Because the switch and twist with every step gives new life to the pulse in my wrists. I want to study the whispers on your lips, memorize every kiss that I’ve missed in the twenty years on this earth that I’ve spent in your search. And there’s no diction that could quantify the friction of our skin. The nearness and the fearless nature of this bliss that we’re in. You make my head spin, flashing cheesy grins, shouting “she’s a ten.” But really, you’ve tipped the scale. And in all honesty, every other woman in my eyes seems to always grow pale. You set my lungs on fire, and then you extinguish the flames. And even with the ebb and the flow of time, you and I remain the same.
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Solve for x,
but never stop
asking why
Nav K

Intelligence is not static,
but a fluid concept
that cannot be measured
the same way you cannot
accurately measure the depths
and volumes of all the oceans,
or predict their rage.
Putting a cap on ability
is much like permanently
hammering a cork
into a bottle of the finest wine,
putting a stopper in
infinite potential,
murdering the parts
of one’s self that are
most crucial to survival
-dreams and imagination.
So remove the cap on ability,
pour into glasses
spilling from the brim,
un-leash your self
from institutional chains
padlocked with bureaucracy,
bolted with duty,
responsibility.
You were not born
into this world
to fall into a
predetermined mould,
a severed array
of social pretense
and mass disillusionment.
You are the artist
and the masterpiece,
so let your life
be your legacy,
your magnum opus.
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By Bodies of Water
Nav K, Illustrations by Ravneet Sehmbi


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By Bodies of Water
Nav K, Illustrations by Ravneet Sehmbi

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