(something old, something new) She woke from the East, the cradle of ancient wisdom Caught a glimpse of new born stars along the way (something borrowed, something blue) Her gown radiant with the borrowed light Blue were the lovers, now where could they hide? *** This evening's full moon was exquisite in a clear sky, with a … Continue reading something old, something new
An Ordinary Nothing
It was just an ordinary nothing When nature conspired with God And after many months of preparation A sudden haze of mauve bells bloomed Unimaginable on a once unremarkable tree Canopy for the weary, Delight for observers from highrises And all the people noticed, they were jovial ... for a while With flowers that rain upon the people Like … Continue reading An Ordinary Nothing
the Tenth
Ashura is the tenth day of Muharram where the battle of Karbala took place and is the culmination of the tragic events.
shifted reality
however much they shifted reality it always faced the north star for you can never transform truth and deception is transitory
imagine god
how do you imagine god talks?
search for reality
i did search for reality but lost sight of my dreams where dust mingles with ash unspoken words shall be heard the dreamer lives on
dark side of nothing
still is for always as darkness is, forever be still in the midst of vibration recognise the dark side of nothing touch that part within, unstained by memory and watch, even god shall become your slave *** "that part within" is the Chitta
more
was happy, then i wanted more wanted more, when i could have had it all had it all, when i realised i didn't want it any more
Wallowing
Another interesting assignment from my poetry workshop The voice is a wall that's watching you. Yes, a wall! The first poem should be during the day, the revised one at night Both poems to retain the same word count Wallowing Indeed, ears we have Alas! No tongue To tell her of my longing For those soft … Continue reading Wallowing
end of forever
... and then forever shall surely end
SONYA KASSAM 