thoughts tainted by memories cause distorted vibrations never allowing me to be empty, free of judgments and calculations learning, learning all our lives time to unlearn some diverse directions which one to choose time to be unwavering, still I would like to learn to unlearn, it might help me learn to be still Dungeon Prompts … Continue reading tainted by memories
Tag: Poetry
chosen hopes
though our circumstances are not chosen hopes of altering our destinies lie in elevating ourselves at every juncture of life ~ inspired by Allama Iqbal's Khudi ~
enlightenment
light is feeble, temporary it can be obstructed and eventually dies curiously, enlightenment is supposed to lead you to darkness a place of nothing discarded desires shedding emotions transcending knowledge it will take you beyond god what is the search of god for when you have found your self?
every flap of the wing
With every flap of the wing birds praise god With every flap of our tongue we reverse it all Once this little bird flew right inside the house and walked into my room, checked out all the books on my bookshelf, examined my yoga mat and then settled down at my favorite place... It never … Continue reading every flap of the wing
a touch of doubt
always place a touch of doubt hiding behind faith if there is an answer for everything from where shall questions come? know that it is quite in order to know less, or even to know nothing rather than know too much knowledge is a power with immense responsibility which is perhaps why it is said … Continue reading a touch of doubt
feel the earth
if you could feel the earth rotate would you be less arrogant would you be reminded that you are indeed a recipient of her hospitality that truly there is nowhere to go planets are distant cousins looking after their own the burning stars are cold none to welcome you the milky way is far from … Continue reading feel the earth
seek to hide
Staring back at me Was a vivid reflection Of what I seek to hide I should have never tried Ever to read your mind
close to heaven
when i got close to heaven it appeared unfamiliar what is this place where i know no one and no one knows me for eternity
just one request
not an ardent advocate of prayer for the purpose of asking, as i bear flimsy conviction in discerning my best interests, except that one consistent request for a long time now, seems like all i ever wanted was that one request i explained so very gently to ensure He comprehends at times i demanded like it was … Continue reading just one request
footmarks over time
if you draw the line someday it shall be crossed footmarks over time recognise no boundaries someday we shall erase borders (I am not so fond of borders, as you will see in my poem many borders)
SONYA KASSAM 