This is a true story... or is it? You be the judge of that :) I have never really had a pet, I am not even a pet person. I love the birds that come to my balcony but could never quite understand why people would become so close to their pets. My sister devotedly … Continue reading Kabira Says…
reviving the lost art of story telling
and admirers whispered sweetest words but you never did yet another lifetime gone *** Painting by Shirish Pandit More art by Shirish Pandit: Pratiksha – The Wait a touch of crimson
and he claimed her with a touch of crimson in place of vermilion tears of kohl trickle his pledge to return bound by blood *** when at last he returned but not as she had imagined she tied a crimson ribbon on his casket, protesting a broken promise
It was not the distance but the direction That kept me from you Searching through cosmic marvels Within each duality Though I did hear your call And I know you heard mine Why else would I be drawn towards you? Irresistible, though the magnetic pull was no more than zero (and no less) Spinning through … Continue reading Pratiksha – The Wait
Sharing this painting by my daughter Alya Kassam. She also writes just as beautifully.
a night when the gods appeared blurred heavens intoxicated with fermented nectar and angels danced till dawn
During the first week of November 2016, I received as a gift* an opportunity to attend the Inner Engineering program by the Isha Foundation. Though I was (and am) an avid listener of Sadhguru's talks (many of you will be familiar with my poems inspired by Sadhguru), admittedly I went not expecting much. Curiosity and a chance to … Continue reading Clouds, a Collision
every silver lining .... A photo I took several years ago. Complete the caption if you wish :)
Stood defiant in the face of history Each brick cemented with a memory Whispers once shared in one tongue Which anthem shall now be sung? *** Thanks to Liaqat Ali Vance for this photo and to @LahoreMore for sharing it on Twitter and providing inspiration for my poem.