Remnants of the old temple Long ago I frequented Now dilapidated A dignified ruin Decrepit, faded flag Bravely yet barely flapping Jilted by the pigeons Echoes of fluttering, cooing In the haunting halls Even the gods are forlorn Their pleas drowned By the smoke and honking Hawkers' hoarse persuasions Baskets filled with rotting fruit Where once … Continue reading Impressions of God
Tag: Poetry
of survival, possessions and purpose
a soul is stained, muted by its instinct to survive chained to what you believe you are and to what you presume to possess which of your belongings will you take with you? indeed, what have you come with that you can ever give away? even as charity? seems to me that nothing can truly be owned, only transferred … Continue reading of survival, possessions and purpose
A Slave Forever
A slave forever Remains chained to her master For what is the value of light If she cannot cast a shadow?
come walk with me
in between heaven and hell i am destined neither craving one nor fearing the other come walk my path of beauty free your heart to see unpray your prayers unforgive your sins discard these burdens idle weights on your soul come walk with me words without meaning predictable infatuations forever diffuses into nothing nothing remains forever … Continue reading come walk with me
broken
some are broken memories other memories break us some promises are broken other promises break us some relationships are broken other relationships break us what is broken may never be fixed but if we allow it, what can break us will eventually make us
strength of soul
the strength of soul lies in its curiosity the more a soul longs to explore the greater it shall evolve a feeble soul never inquires
goodbye after goodbye
goodbye after goodbye worlds drifted apart brick by brick barriers were raised moments within moments they became just memories prayers, more prayers but no one listened took nothing away from nothing and only nothing remained ... we could have had it all
a touch of perspective
even when everything is fact a touch of perspective creates a revolution in the mind that is open and willing to shift
echoes and reflections
ask yourselves this... from where do negative echoes reflect off? therein lies your problem therein too lies your solution stop chasing the echo stop admiring the reflection when prayers become echoes from reflections of the idols when words from scriptures reveal less than they conceal then i believe in me
nothing much
nothing quite as certain as the death of a star nothing as inevitable as a shift in destiny nothing stays the same, though nothing ever changes
SONYA KASSAM 