you did paint me colourless
gifted me poetry, though wordless
your music, repeated rhythms, soundless
even prayers you taught, in the depth of night
stillness broken only by the filters of dawn
remain unfulfilled, though not hopeless
stories without preamble, ended all too soon
lessons therein learnt even sooner, ruthless
you were to leave, but instead i did
wandering on my mission, purposeless
nothing to see, yet i look back
frequently
as moments turn timeless
***
In the company of grey evenings
Woven in colourful dreams
After being mixed in your soul, O dyer
I would play the Holi of Ishaq(love)
If I suffer being neglected
Would find you in my own loss, O dyer!
Dye me in your own hue, O Nijam
You are my master, O beloved of God
Dye me in your own hue, O Nijam
which holds the arms of evenings
Dye the day and dye the evenings
Dye every moment in multiple hues, O dyer!
Just dye me now , dye me
Dye my headscarf and skirt
Mould me like yourself , O my Dyer!
SONYA KASSAM 
Nice post 😄
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Beautiful Sonya…….your mind and heart beats together when it’s comes to express in writing.
God bless…I m enjoying reading
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Thank you! This is very encouraging :)
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Sonya, my admiration is wordless and speechless.
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Ever grateful!
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Wonderful lyrics and awesome music, it’s all about color with and without both are worthy of mention.
Thank you for sharing.
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with and without are both worthy – I love that thought Ranu, thanks!
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Dear Sonya,
Thank you for creating and sharing with us this beautiful poetry! We are left considering anew “colourless,” wordless,” and more.
The music and lyrics are lovely.
All good wishes,
robert
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Happy that you liked the poem, music and lyrics. What is “less” or what could be, holds more value that what is. This is our nature.
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