Never Too Late

Never too late to forgive
Nor too soon to forget
what you cannot forgive, you must forget
what you cannot forget … forgive

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Seven Veils

it took seven veils
of light chiffon
to conceal her
till only amber eyes
remained, warm
like a fragrance at night

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Alone, Alone I Will Go

This week’s Dungeon Prompts challenge is Until Our Last Breath. What would I imagine thinking about as I take my final breaths. This is not something I tend to write about, and whatever did form in my mind made me cry and was too personal to share. If you notice with my poetry, I don’t or very rarely use obvious references to my personal life. So, I had been holding on to this poem debating whether to share it or not.

Then, these words came to my mind. Possibly the closest thing I could call my life mantra, I have oft-repeated these words to my daughters. In fact, my younger daughter was late in talking, but when she finally could talk (more about her in my first poem The Listener), she spoke this verse more fluently than any nursery rhyme, song or prayer:

Khudi ko kar buland itna
Ke har taqdeer se pehle
Khuda bande se khud pooche
Bataa teri raza kya hai

Elevate yourself to such an extent that even God, before issuing every decree of destiny, should ask you: Tell me, what is your desire?
~ Dr. Sir Muhammad Iqbal

I realise that in sharing this poem I have been courageous and made a personal achievement to elevate myself towards my own destiny. So here is my response to Until Our Last Breath

Alone, Alone I Will Go

Alone, alone I will go
Evaporated with my final breath
Surrounded by regrets
And gratitude

Alone, alone I will go
It is me and my deeds
And their fruits
Whether bitter or sweet

Alone, alone I will go
Leaving behind my achievement
An unexpected inner strength
For you to inherit

Alone, alone I will go
Hoping you will remember me
With celebration, my beloved
Music and words

Alone, alone I will go
But not too far
I will watch over
And fiercely guard you

Alone, alone I will go
I did my best
Please forgive me
I was a mere human

Alone, alone …

This I dedicate to my two special daughters and to our struggle, which we face with faith. I am grateful to God and recognise that He manifests Himself through my family, friends and even strangers.

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For about 3 or 4 days, I kept remembering a song vaguely. I had forgotten its name, in addition I couldn’t recollect the band. All I remembered was it was definitely a 70’s band and either the band or the song itself started with the letter “S”. I tried not to think about it, but you know, the more you don’t think about something, the more it consumes you.

So tonight, on a hunch I Googled all the 70’s bands starting with the letter “S”, hoping that it wasn’t the song which started with “S”. It took a few searches…and YES! as soon as I saw the name I recognised the band….Supertramp and their classic The Logical Song


When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful,
A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the birds in the trees, well they’d be singing so happily,
Joyfully, playfully watching me.
But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible,
Logical, responsible, practical.
And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,
Clinical, intellectual, cynical.

There are times when all the world’s asleep,
The questions run too deep
For such a simple man.
Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who I am.

Now watch what you say or they’ll be calling you a radical,
Liberal, fanatical, criminal.
Won’t you sign up your name, we’d like to feel you’re
Acceptable, respectable, presentable, a vegetable!

At night, when all the world’s asleep,
The questions run so deep
For such a simple man.
Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who I am.

Soon as I heard this song, I had a response to this week’s Dungeon Prompts – Driven. All our basic down-to-earth values have been swept aside and we have been fed to learn to become intellectual, logical, practical, cynical…a vegetable. I feel alive when I visualise a world where we can heartily enjoy and share freely, without exchanging material values or having the need to dress appropriately or speak about what is “acceptable”. Where the spirit of togetherness, acceptance of each other, spreading the beauty of this world supercedes ambition, greed, self-centeredness and most importantly pride. We have killed the child in us.

How I wish we could unlearn it all and go back to basics….

Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who I am.


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True Strength

the cunning prey
feigned submission
as predator eased its guard
their roles reversed
true strength
surely lies in one’s mind

(somehow I connect this with many relationships)

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endless lights

when evenings are endless
lights, though of different origins
find a common language
to share conversations

endless lights

inspiration for the poem came from a photo taken by my 8 year old daughter :-)

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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…


Art by Hesther Van Doornum
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moments of infinity

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


(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


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



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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