This poem is a gathering of my thoughts following the recent Kenyan elections. Fear, frustration, division, celebrations, calls for peace so that we can "move on", move on to what? It is not about the elections, this is an inevitable expression of what we have ignored or suppressed over a long period of time. *** … Continue reading a history, erased
Author: Sonya Kassam
Poetry and some more
Do You Remember?
This post is about the poetry group I have recently joined. We are experimenting with different ways of creating poetry, in particular local content. This week's assignment was a Documentary Poem where we have to use other people's words and create our own poem. Find 2 sources and take 8-10 words/phrases/sentences from both and create … Continue reading Do You Remember?
damned
every breath we take quickens the way to our end damned if you do damned if you don’t
A Conversation with a Poet
I had shared my poem Unnoticed on Twitter. Only a poet could respond with such precise but eloquent thoughts that left me wordless. Here is a conversation between @SonyaKassam and @IssaShivji light is light as always bright darkness she eludes illusion she deludes passion she lures higher she soars envy she abhors love she adores light is feeble, … Continue reading A Conversation with a Poet
Intezaar – The Wait
and admirers whispered sweetest words but you never did yet another lifetime gone Painting by Shirish Pandit More art by Shirish Pandit: Pratiksha – The Wait a touch of crimson
confessed sins
confessed sins travel from ear to lip from lip to ear until the confessor recognises her own sin in vain
Unnoticed
light remains without weight and until light is defied its presence is unnoticed do you see light? no! you only see the effect of light on what obstructs light oh, how powerful is this light that has no significance on its own (like a religion without followers) but wait! light is fast, isn't it?... and with … Continue reading Unnoticed
a touch of crimson
and he claimed her with a touch of crimson in place of vermilion tears of kohl trickle his pledge to return bound by blood *** when at last he returned but not as she had imagined she tied a crimson ribbon on his casket, protesting a broken promise
A Letter from God
Dear Traveler, Do you wonder where you are headed, where you will end up? I sense you are afraid that you don’t know your purpose and worse, that you feel you may not even have any. Why your destination does not seem obvious when those around you seem to have it all figured out? Or … Continue reading A Letter from God
Pratiksha – The Wait
The Wait
SONYA KASSAM 