building a bridge is futile if you haven't taken pains to calm the troubled water only one wave, one day . . . dismantled!
the Unsaid
the unsaid prayer in the whisper of dawn weighs you down like the unforgiven sin that suffocates your heart and the unmeant praise to benefit your cause all those unkept promises . . . pave your way to hell till you hear that unplayed music touched by the unfelt sadness each uncried tear finally pours … Continue reading the Unsaid
the last chapter
slowly reading the last chapter knowing i must soon lay it to rest wondering if the next book will captivate or disenchant me *** A problem I have always faced while reading a good book getting involved with the characters and feeling comfortable in the location And when I reach the end, the last few … Continue reading the last chapter
The Lady Of Light
Though we identify light as revealing The Divine's noor* acts as a veil, to protect her Adorned by surahs**, expressions of the revelation Only she could counter humiliation with even more dignity The confluence for defined and unperceived truths Her presence was a mere tip of a mystical iceberg A mother, an exceptional lineage Would I be … Continue reading The Lady Of Light
Sleep’s Courage
Do you exist In your sleep Or do you blend Into your dreams Perhaps you meet Those you are afraid to reach And you speak words Held just beneath your tongue What of your thoughts That you would never dare And that is the allure Of sleep's courage *** recognise the unparalleled importance of a good night's … Continue reading Sleep’s Courage
remnants of identity
trapped within a name remnants of identity like a veil, torn but precariously screening me like the partition between two lands like two eyes that synchronize but can never meet past the delicate bridge of the nose a delicious longing a secret passage.. the third eye *** from where this poem started off to where … Continue reading remnants of identity
The Importance of Being Nothing
I need you, but only So you can break me, tenderly Into tiny particles, crush Me into the finest powder, whiffed Away by your precious breath, such That eventually, in an instant I become nothing, because Nothing, Nothing is of more importance than you
of exceptions and consequences
every exception had a rule every consequence had an action and the consequence of the exception is the change that we experience ** be the exception be the change
Suspended Dreams
realities with the ability to fly are called suspended dreams and when they are untethered skies shall be lit by magical mirages
broken, slightly
the life between two breathsthe breath between two thoughtsthe thought between two promisesthe promise between two heartsthe heart...broken...a slightly broken heart The poems I am particularly pleased with are those where I have used two outwardly unconnected concepts and merged them. This poem was inspired by the meditation course I attended over the weekend and … Continue reading broken, slightly
SONYA KASSAM 