poetry and some more
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
Ashura is the tenth day of Muharram where the battle of Karbala took place and is the culmination of the tragic events.
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
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
The following poem and its revised version are inspired by my Poetry workshop. The speaker in the poem is a shoe and it is written by connecting unlikely items. This is a change from serious themes I tend to take on. So much fun to write about something ordinary and make it seem extraordinary or to be precise, extra ordinary. … Continue reading Red Stilettos, and a Pair of Shoes
The exercise for this week's poetry workshop was most exciting and I couldn't wait to post it (even though I have not yet submitted my assignment!) We had to write a 6 line poem in tercets from the perspective of an item we wear or carry frequently. Here is my take on it: unexposed, though I swell … Continue reading The Importance of Being an Object
After I created A Land, Broken at my poetry workshop we had to rearrange the same poem from 2 quatrains to 4 couplets, without deleting or adding any words. when should we be unheard? we, the interdependent and erect hearts spoke in the master’s tongue … Continue reading Rearranged
I am participating in a Poetry Workshop where we will develop a habit of writing poems. The task for this week was to write an 8-line poem that has 2 quatrains (4 lines each) Being the 14th/15th August, I was inspired to write: When a land is broken by her masters And the pain we forget, … Continue reading A Land, Broken
From the International Space Station here is the India-Pakistan border at night. This photograph shows one of the few places on Earth where an international boundary can be seen at night. The winding border between Pakistan and India is lit by security lights that have a distinct orange tone. Source perhaps we hid behind borders because we are … Continue reading where light divides
imagination is luxury, without charge treasures are hidden in creativity leave your legacy in your uniqueness be kind with abundance find riches in relationships add value with your words your security lies in sharing let your personality be plentiful may your passion lead to prosperity empathy is fulfilling a smile never made anyone poorer :) you can never hoard … Continue reading a wish for wealth
SONYA KASSAM 