realities with the ability to fly are called suspended dreams and when they are untethered skies shall be lit by magical mirages
Category: inSpire
We will all die
I decided to do something different (and perhaps unexpected) because Snoopy expresses it way better than I could through poetry. Death is compulsory Living is optional Enjoy this day Enjoy the next Enjoy living :)
in the dead of night
Such a beautiful breeze in the deep darkness in the dead of night God's sweet breath Soft exhalations as He sleeps satisfied in knowing that I have the ability to take care of myself
of survival, possessions and purpose
a soul is stained, muted by its instinct to survive chained to what you believe you are and to what you presume to possess which of your belongings will you take with you? indeed, what have you come with that you can ever give away? even as charity? seems to me that nothing can truly be owned, only transferred … Continue reading of survival, possessions and purpose
Lessons in Humanity
I thought being human was inbuilt in us and that we would be guided by our instincts or consciences to show decency and empathy to other people and living creatures. Sadly, it seems that very frequently we need lessons in humanity from others. I do believe that acts of kindness and the feeling of togetherness happen in many … Continue reading Lessons in Humanity
come walk with me
in between heaven and hell i am destined neither craving one nor fearing the other come walk my path of beauty free your heart to see unpray your prayers unforgive your sins discard these burdens idle weights on your soul come walk with me words without meaning predictable infatuations forever diffuses into nothing nothing remains forever … Continue reading come walk with me
a touch of perspective
even when everything is fact a touch of perspective creates a revolution in the mind that is open and willing to shift
forever’s hope
and they hacked and they killed ... but humanity never died and we searched and we prayed ... but it was ourselves we found
Two Stories
every side has two stories every story has two endings every ending has two purposes every purpose will find two answers every answer has two questions every question leads to two conspiracies every conspiracy targets two victims every victim creates two oppressors every oppressor deserves to die twice every death is traveled on two paths … Continue reading Two Stories
A Break From Poetry
As a child, I was sickly and weak. For some reason or the other, I had been through several different schools, though not due to misbehavior (!) All this made me an introvert and books were my best friends. At that age I simply knew I wanted to be an author like Enid Blyton. If only … Continue reading A Break From Poetry
SONYA KASSAM 