Even the white fades away From your white lies Black truths Are all that remain Works of beauty you may find ~ were once incoherent imageries of the mind Walking barefoot in the forest Dry leaves murmur in protest Comforted by Soft chinking of the anklets ~Those of querulous minds have neither the vision to … Continue reading Even the White Fades Away and Others…
A Paradox I Am and Others …
A paradox I am, I belong nowhere, yet everywhere recognizes me She asks for her veil, for only to be able to mourn freely .... a touch of crimson~buttery cinnamon bun hot frothed creamy~mug of latte coffee snacking on a sunday~while time melts away Before I met you I held my head high in dignity … Continue reading A Paradox I Am and Others …
Kun Fayakun
you asked me what i am
A falcon’s flight
A falcon flies with full freedom Yet precise in its path Breaking boundaries, beyond stars surpassing space To the lightest atmosphere, where nothing can exist Your inhibitions are in vain No one to mock you, nor any to inspire Except yourself... Elevate your deepest desires to determine your destiny With speed equal to none The … Continue reading A falcon’s flight
Return to Oblivion
I feel the pull, resistance is futile My reprieve temporary, I lived in denial Sucked towards that hole With dizzying speed I fall There where air fears to enter And breath refuses to stir Darkness not an absence of light But a thick fog suffocating my sight Voices do not go beyond my head Yet … Continue reading Return to Oblivion
I found it not in the east …
I found it not in the east, nor towards the west North and south, I came without Losing hope Retreating inward There it was In all its splendour And ... I finally face my qibla ** **Qibla is the direction one faces while praying
Labeling People
"The more you try to label people, the further you break them into smaller and smaller groups, until you end up alone" ( an anonymous but beautiful quote I came across )
Strands of Saffron
Strands of Saffron Are those strands of saffron on the sand, or the trickle of blood from that faraway land? Where the crimson setting of the sun, bore witness to the grief of each one Are those stars twinkling up high, look closely… teardrops glisten in the sky The moon hunches over in sorrow, as … Continue reading Strands of Saffron
Revere The Dead
What remains of mine will you bury Or perhaps even cremate? What rituals will you perform I will only follow my fate As I arrived, so will I leave Not a sigh shall be heard Nor my shadow be traced Through the realm and beyond Unrecognized I was while vibrant Fading away you paid no attention … Continue reading Revere The Dead
If you write it
"If you write it, they will read" - theWhisperer
SONYA KASSAM 