you were the tangent to the circle of my life why did you not let me fly off with you? left me drifting within meaningless revolutions rotating endlessly on a crippled axis where the winter of imagination is permanent seeds of concepts wither away unsprouted and the pages of my book... ...blank *** if my source of inspiration ever … Continue reading going off on a tangent
Tag: Poetry
complete wholeness
the complete wholeness of a circle is seen when you are unable to distinguish the beginning from the end... you do not die in death
comfort zone
live your life such that each comfort zone you slip into should be a place of recuperation, reflection before you move to the next your comfort zone should not be too... ...err...comfortable after a while it should in fact agitate you to climb higher to change direction to recharge your inspiration a revolutionary thinking an … Continue reading comfort zone
Yet Another Secret
I wrote about The Best Kept Secret before, but here is another secret... Shhh! Don't tell anyone about it... the best kept secret lies on the tip of your tongue for if it slips out distorted it will return will you recognise your own words?
Once Upon a Time
Bound by blood Detached by doctrine Once upon a time There used to be one god
The Breaking Point
Reaching the point that could break me... ... or will it?
dark forever
dark forever remains a slave it has no existence of its own except in the absence of light but then, light burns out dark is infinite
Respect and Honour
There are those who guide beyond teaching Set you free with magical inspiration Respect and honour Those who relate secrets within stories Explaining mysteries of the unknown Respect and honour Those for whom teaching is not a profession But a scorching devotion Respect and honour *** Guru Purnima is day to celebrate those who teach … Continue reading Respect and Honour
trace of humanity
enter heaven, if you must but forsake even a trace of humanity no place for the ego lose your self, then enter heaven... if you must
More Than Words
I’d rather be the rhythm than the lyrics I’d rather be the paper than the ink I’d rather be the ears than the tongue I'd rather be the photo than the caption Recognise me through my deeds Rather than my vows Identify me with my smile Not my prayer May my utterances Be overpowered by … Continue reading More Than Words
SONYA KASSAM 