poetry and some more
Here is a thoughtful interaction between myself and @DeDarkPassenger on Twitter. It is all about seeking, and I for one learnt a lot from it. He who seeks, finds... He who seeks Shall be found Found by whom? Himself.... ? Either it is too deep or it is quite complicated. (I think the answers lie within ourselves) … Continue reading seek…
This is a follow up to my mythical figure assignment The Mystic of Mackinnon Road and here I had to be an object in the myth. The Padre’s Shroud beside my bold silk of silver finery they kneel, murmur, plead, chant bargaining with elaborate promises hope drenched whispers, ituri filters through to your kaburi do you … Continue reading The Padre’s Shroud
Poetry about a mythical figure in Kenya
i do not write i imagine on paper i do not think my mind relates tales i do not dream my existence is maya i do not share i speak to myself you happen to overhear i do not write you do not read you see... you see only what you want to see i … Continue reading i do not write
Attachment may happen in the blink of an eye Detachment may take a lifetime, or several I don't have a forever to my name Alone I arrived, alone allow me to depart I protest against the burden of you And if need be, I shall sacrifice all my words As compensation for my freedom And … Continue reading Of Attachment and Detachment
and what i found was that i was lost Image Credit
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
Inspired by the quote: Space we can recover, time never ~ Napoleon Bonaparte Space is infinite While every moment time ends Space devours time Or else space dreams up time Only in the span of now Is time ever free of space Give time space And time shall serve you
a night when the gods appeared blurred heavens intoxicated with fermented nectar and angels danced till dawn
Many of my poems have been created on or inspired by Twitter. Sometimes I receive brilliant replies or questions, and here is one such interaction between @mzungundege and myself. Very thought-provoking, don't you think? Evidence of the unknown Is greater than that of the known If only you would stop your search In the temple … Continue reading of knowns and unknowns
SONYA KASSAM 