where time is beyond meaning and measurementwhen time has the ability to stretch or shrinkin between there and herefilled with the weight of emptinessas stillness flowsand i am completely alonealone, but completeImage Credit
Tag: writing
every lifetime preserved
i feel your breath in my words a fragrance lingers long after I have written may I write about you in every lifetime preserved to a potential perfection
Wallowing
Another interesting assignment from my poetry workshop The voice is a wall that's watching you. Yes, a wall! The first poem should be during the day, the revised one at night Both poems to retain the same word count Wallowing Indeed, ears we have Alas! No tongue To tell her of my longing For those soft … Continue reading Wallowing
A Sunset from the East
So many choices, every day, every moment. And it is because of the freedom of choices we have that ironically lands us in their bondage instead of liberating us. What liberates you may be different from what liberates me, but eventually a life of freedom is what we crave, isn’t it? *** The place where I … Continue reading A Sunset from the East
Die Each Day
We shall all be dead, we know that don’t we? And yet we resist, we fear. I fear to die, yes. I have no idea what is beyond my death. And perhaps…actually for sure and to be absolutely honest, I don’t really want to know what lies beyond. So many answers, if you ask around … Continue reading Die Each Day
New York Evenings
Today I am sharing this delightful piece of writing by my daughter Alya Kassam You will find more of her work here New York Evenings Writer’s note: “This was a piece I wrote for my English assignment. The question asked me to imagine I’m on the street, turn my eyes slowly from left to right and … Continue reading New York Evenings
A Break From Poetry
As a child, I was sickly and weak. For some reason or the other, I had been through several different schools, though not due to misbehavior (!) All this made me an introvert and books were my best friends. At that age I simply knew I wanted to be an author like Enid Blyton. If only … Continue reading A Break From Poetry
going off on a tangent
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
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
SONYA KASSAM 