Then there are poems which come to you in sleep's stupor This is one such poem Forgive my impertinence... You live in my prayer So frequently I plead for you That He knows your name Better than any of His prophets' You live in my prayer In between late night whispers Of oft-repeated verses You … Continue reading You Live in my Prayer
The Spirit of a True Leader
It burns me that despite all the education we are exposed to and progress we have made, today we sorely lack decent leaders. One cannot lead a people they have no connection with. Connection is not formed by name, blood, fame or wealth but by empathy, decency and a sense of justice. I have said … Continue reading The Spirit of a True Leader
hate never helps
hate never helps you forget try indifference... that which doesn't kill you only makes you... wish you were dead pain doesn't always make you stronger sometimes it turns you softer so long as you stay away from bitter roses are red perhaps because they bled...? tomorrow may never come because this night seems not to end … Continue reading hate never helps
He is not One
They tell me "Say He is One" But I reply "He is not One, He is Zero" He is not One For one is divisible Can you divide zero? He is not One For One has an end And an origin Zero is Constant Continuous Eternal Sourceless All inclusive And one day Everything shall return … Continue reading He is not One
InshaAllah
often misused, the one word answer that absolves me of responsibility is "InshaAllah"
fingerprints of my words
my words leave their fingerprints indelible and uniquely mine if you tried you would recognise me only i write that way i sing as i alliterate pausing for the music, i question what appears mundane with precise, frugal phrases you, well... ... get the point my meek remarks hide a rage suppressed follow the pattern the … Continue reading fingerprints of my words
wiser than wisdom
though you may be wiser than wisdom the moment you acknowledge it you become more ignorant than ignorance
rights and wrongs
maybe wrong and wrong don't make it right just like black and black can't be white but what of wrongs and rights that are grey?
stairway to heaven
the walking dead found their way the stairway to heaven testimony that even in death you are in control of your destiny (you do not die in death)
desolate pyre
the desolate pyre waits to consume the departed smoke and soul mingle and evaporate what was once flesh, bones now memories ash even the pyre sacrifices its own self feeding the earth recycling the spirit Farewell till we meet again *** As an afterthought, I realised what a contrast this and my previous post are. But … Continue reading desolate pyre
SONYA KASSAM 