i would have never given him a second glance except that his words, his words chipped at my icy silence thawed my arrogance i would have never given him a second glance except that his words, his words laden with praise urged me to give another chance i would have never given him a second … Continue reading Second Glance
Author: Sonya Kassam
Poetry and some more
Silent Symphony
observe their orbits of precision at a defectless distance what creation of ours could compare to the silent symphony in space?
Defiant!
Stood defiant in the face of history Each brick cemented with a memory Whispers once shared in one tongue Which anthem shall now be sung? *** Thanks to Liaqat Ali Vance for this photo and to @LahoreMore for sharing it on Twitter and providing inspiration for my poem.
A World of Words
He created all from vibration We turned it into a world of words With plenty of sound But disturbed impact Confusion, noise Fluctuation, restlessness Wavering between directions Purity of vibration, misplaced *** Are you able to observe something/someone without lending your words or even thoughts, just experiencing it/them? I believe if we all observed without the … Continue reading A World of Words
Choosing to Live
All I seek is freedom from choosing To live with options is deceptive Are decisions really ours Or is it destiny in disguise *** Image: Pixabay
Listen to me
I have a story to tell Would you lend me your heart? I have a poem to recite Would you lend me your imagination? I have a song to sing Would you lend me the space slightly above your skin?
Between Two
what likes in between...
Moon Light
I captured the full moon on Friday night with lights and then when we had a power outage
New Feature
Hi everyone, Just to let you know that I have created an index for all the posts in my blog. You might (re)discover something from the archives. Here is the page Index. Hope you enjoy going through the blog. And a huge thank you for being part of and helping me create my magical journey. Image Credit
sweet tears
at the point where night bids farewell she raises her head, crowned by a pallu of sizzling red, gold a slender mangalsutra enhances her slightly inverted neck the strongest of henna the darkest of kohl the boldest of kumkum a piercing flame from the nath as ittar fades into memories of a thousand jasmine buds … Continue reading sweet tears
SONYA KASSAM 