many borders

time after time we decimate
a land, sketching
lines, invisible but impregnable
and a people who were
once indistinguishable
are now immigrants
if they continue to wander
across to the other side
permission to graze
for the grass does look greener
even their herds
have acquired nationalities
a people who crisscrossed lands
whose cultures were independently identical
now stopped in their tracks
by the wall of nationalism
what do they comprehend
of decisions taken in far away cities
of five-year development plans
when the only future they can see
is the end of this day
if they would be so fortunate

so many borders
such little land

This poem was inspired partly by the book I am currently reading The Wandering Falcon by Jamil Ahmad and partly by the post so little, so many. I believe that the most fascinating people in a country are those who live around its borders. This is dedicated to those who are separated by borders, both visible and intangible.

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tears of reprisal

she feigned sorrow
despair, disbelief
biding her time, for
they say it is best
served cold…
vengeance

scorned

Art by Hesther Van Doornum
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moments of infinity

… and when will you realise
that infinity is
made up of moments
?

infinity

(This was an unintentional photo. I was actually trying to photograph something else, but this distorted version helped me think, whereas the “perfect” photo would have been just a picture)

Edit: I was passing by when the bright lights of a temple attracted me and I decided to take some photos. They were preparing for the following day’s celebration for the birthday of Lord Krishna and it all looked too beautiful. This was what I was trying to photograph

lights

It made me think of one of my micropoems…

Works of beauty you may find
Were once incoherent imageries of the mind

Here are some more pictures I took

a garland fit for the gods

a garland fit for the gods

intricacies

intricacies

blurred divinity

divinity is but a blur

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so little, so many

The other night, I wasn’t in the mood to tackle a Twitter poetry prompt but still wanted to write…maybe to provide my own inspiration. So using my twitter handle @sonyakassam, I threw around a couple of tweets thinking they may eventually give me an idea for a poem, basically I was talking to myself. To my surprise and delight @aleyakassam replied prompting me to keep tweeting. And to our further delight, we were soon joined by @just_sham_it and the 3 of us kept tweeting in turns at such a fast pace. The spontaneity of it all was the best part, and magically it has formed into a unique form of poetry that I am proud to post here. We enjoyed speaking our minds, insinuating through this creative interaction and hope you have as much fun reading it.

Colors are not (only) to brighten up the poem, they refer to the person who tweeted the couplet, I’m sure you would have figured that out ;-)

so little to say
so many ways to say it

so little to say
so many people saying it

so much to say
so few people saying it

so little to hide
so many stealing it

so much to protect
so few up to it

so much freedom
so few liberated

so many lines
so few colouring

so much pain
so few praying

so much pain
so many just praying

so many minds
such few thoughts

so much insanity
so little humanity

so many deaths
so few mourning

so many alive 
so few living

so many tweets
such little wit

so much to have
such little it means

so many heavens
just one earth

so many chicken wings
so few burgers
:)

so many cooks
such little broth

so much music
so few dancing

so many destinations
such few walking

so many laughs
such little joy

so many mothers
such few fathers

so much civilization
so few civil

so many talking
such few being

so many answers
such few questions

so many magazines
such few trees

so much history
such few memories

so many borders
such little land

so many gods
such few blessings

so many houris
for just one jihadi

so many nights
such little sleep

so many dreams
just one night

so many candles
such few moths

so much light
such little illumination

so many mice
too little cheese
unless we bring down the moon
with the weight of our dreams!

 May your dreams tonight
be but a shadow
of what your hopes are
for tomorrow

Aleya and Shamit are brilliant and passionate writers, have a look at their blogs and you’ll know what I mean

What else is there left to say except that it takes …

… so little time to leave
so many comments
:-)

Do let us have your thoughts about the verses, and feel free to add some of your own. 

P.S. this post inspired my poem many borders

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yours to keep

yours to keep forever
is the message
hidden within verses
between chapters
of thickly bound pages
once related by an angel

to be recited
in an unprecedented melody
yet not without questioning
indeed a challenge to reproduce
the like of the revelation
or even a chapter, if they could

and yet still…
we let the meaning slip away
as we hold tightly on to the words
whereas the essence was meant
to flow freely like a warm scent
and touch every soul
who could recognise its message
without interpretation
or without even ever
hearing its words
for the intention of the scripture
is to revive a lesson
deeply imprinted
in the human instinct
if only we heeded the sense….

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an imperfect god

just as I seek to better myself, so
god also strives for improvement
he must seek ways to make himself known
to the questioning young minds, and
those who no longer believe
refusing to accept
fate’s cruelty
destruction
disease
disability
surely which creator would torment
its own creation thus?
and so god must innovate
steadily
to present himself
not exclusively through faith
nor fear
no longer is guilt effective
he must reinvent
reincarnate
resonate

my god lives
in an undefined state
of constant evolution

my god is
far from perfect
for the concept of perfection
in itself implies reaching a limit

Dungeon Prompts has made a powerful comeback with Concepts of God

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wordless poetry

though their obituaries are wordless
poetry shall be recited by angels
at the tiny graves of martyrs
whose only fault was
they happen to be born
on the other side of the wall

This poem is about the children of Gaza and a reminder of the people suffering oppression and injustice. At the same time, I urge you to be persistently aware of the many atrocities against humanity all over the world, regardless of religion, race, tribe, gender, location and speak up …. however loud or soft your voice is, I strongly believe it shall be heard. 

“injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere” ~ Martin Luther King

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Farewell Ramadhan …

When you go within to communicate with your soul
And pray, you are rising to meet in the ethers those
Who – like you – are praying at that very moment
And whom, save in prayer, you would otherwise
Never be able to contact or meet.

~ Kabir

ramadan5

ramadan4

ramadan3

ramadan2

ramadan1

 

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the foremost

at the birth of religion
the foremost followers
were not preachers
but revolutionaries

~ Ali, the foremost ~

** related posts the helper & the knower of secrets

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the knower of secrets

and the veil fiercely guards secrets
refusing even the light to reveal
unless it recognises
the name of her master

~ Ali, the knower of secrets ~

* related posts the helper & the foremost

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