poetry and some more
no ocean that separates your land from mine no mountains mark our borders the same wind blows to my side the same shadow casts on your side time after time we repeat the same old... though we speak in many tongues *** Any guesses as to what I am speaking about here? It is in … Continue reading and none left untouched
time is nothing but rhythm gravity is nothing but irresistibility distance is nothing but illusion light is only fragments, look closer breath is nothing but life life is nothing but energy energy is matter energy is space space is but nothing nothing is darkness darkness is darkness was darkness shall remain *** this was written … Continue reading simplify
I celebrate Women's Day with a few of my previous poems plus some recent thoughts. sweet tears at the point where night bids farewell she raises her head, crowned by a pallu of sizzling red, gold a slender mangalsutra enhances her slightly inverted neck the strongest of henna the darkest of kohl the boldest of kumkum a piercing flame … Continue reading Celebrate!
the sun shifts, ever so subtle only a shadow shall recognise .... and destiny and destiny is mischievous embrace the change befriend your destiny *** The sun has entered a new phase, the arrival of spring, abundance of harvest, new beginnings. May your ego be as insignificant as a tiny sesame seed and may your … Continue reading The Sun Shifts
hearing silence, a question and finding forever
you said "wait", and so i did...
Earlier this year my younger sister suggested that I write a poem for our father's 80th birthday. It got me thinking about how his personal values, principles and teachings are so much in synch with nature. So, here is Father Nature humility of grass overlooked and overtrodden yet springs back each time, unharmed shade of … Continue reading Father Nature
to be in that space long disregarded by time untouched by memory spiralling in unimagination even god should not dare my breath and i or even not i *** I have completed over a year of my daily breathing/meditation practise. It has surprised me...pleasantly :) never imagined I could be disciplined enough. I gifted my … Continue reading my breath and i
(for the teachers who found me some came, taught, left others still grace my life) ~Ancient Connections~ with a voice that melts lyrics like warm honey reminds of the gentle fragrance of incense what higher form of devotion than the offering of eternal music that echoes in every heart unseen are ancient connections unbroken though … Continue reading Ancient Connections
though you do not understand i need to write though you do not reply i need to write though you do not read i still need to write and when all the words run out and all my dreams become real and all of time freezes into now what then shall become of this writer?
SONYA KASSAM 