and he claimed her with a touch of crimson in place of vermilion tears of kohl trickle his pledge to return bound by blood *** when at last he returned but not as she had imagined she tied a crimson ribbon on his casket, protesting a broken promise
Tag: death
embedded in heart
as the pulse is embedded in heartbeats so the soul lies within drumbeats in the beginning was rhythm at the end...an unheard sound
empty hands
i came here with empty hands take me away such that i return with a full heart
the next world
he said the world is round she said well, the next world will be flat after much contemplation they agreed to disagree
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
Rest in Music
Today is our music teacher's birthday He is celebrating with the Ultimate Musician We had much to do together He is deeply missed May he rest in music
Die Each Day
We shall all be dead, we know that don’t we? And yet we resist, we fear. I fear to die, yes. I have no idea what is beyond my death. And perhaps…actually for sure and to be absolutely honest, I don’t really want to know what lies beyond. So many answers, if you ask around … Continue reading Die Each Day
today, for always
what day is it? it's today it's only today everyday is today even the mighty earth rotates in honour of today it is always today whatever vows you fulfill you can only do so today however intensely you love it can be felt...today if you must forgive, even forget yes, today! celebrate, be mesmerised by today … Continue reading today, for always
His Final Lesson
In the beginning there was rhythm rhythm founded a relationship between sounds sounds created the moods of melodies melodies nurtured expression through words words aroused the singer to dance And that, my friend, that is what music is a cosmic language a meeting and a farewell a recognition of souls And now, my friend, tell … Continue reading His Final Lesson
beyond the grave
what does it matter what lies beyond the grave what does matter is whether your deeds will weigh you down or uplift you
SONYA KASSAM 