innocent eyes belie latent mischievous intent windows of the soul stained by the instinct to survive *** if only we could transcend our own need to survive recognise that others too, need to survive perhaps we could all survive together perhaps we could take each other beyond the mediocrity of survival
Tag: soul
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
Pulse
the heart is the pulse of the body the drum is the pulse of the soul In yesterday's harmonium lesson, our teacher brought along his tabla as an accompaniment. They really enhanced the lesson and we had so much fun! I came across these videos which really bring out how potent the drumbeat can be: … Continue reading Pulse
I set out to change the world
I set out to change the world But instead, the world changed me And it was only from this change That I realised what it is To even want to change the world Change is her own mistress You cannot force her Nor can you prevent her, When the time is right Oh! to be … Continue reading I set out to change the world
desolate pyre
the desolate pyre waits to consume the departed smoke and soul mingle and evaporate what was once flesh, bones now memories ash even the pyre sacrifices its own self feeding the earth recycling the spirit Farewell till we meet again *** As an afterthought, I realised what a contrast this and my previous post are. But … Continue reading desolate pyre
soul cages
on the contrary when your soul cages you it is not to imprison but rather to protect you and recognise that the softer the soul the more it shall withstand the brittle soul requires only a single crack to crumble...
uncertain attention
a poem about seeking attention
completely yours
nothing in this world is ever completely yours detach from your deeds for they will either slur your soul or exhilarate your ego
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not every courtyard shows the night stars not every desert is destined to be barren not every wave has submitted to gravity not every river longs to meet the sea not every tear is shed in sorrow nor in joy... not every butterfly is aware of her beauty not every light has the ability to … Continue reading * untitled *
North of your Soul
Last night, I dreamt. I was in an open field and there was a spoken word poetry performance, the whole audience was involved with impromptu but co-ordinated dance steps. There was only one poem and I loved its title North of your Soul. In fact I was upset that the title was already used, more … Continue reading North of your Soul
SONYA KASSAM 