the lost art

reviving the lost art of story telling

Intezaar – The Wait

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

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

Pratiksha – The Wait

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

Wistful

Sharing this painting by my daughter Alya Kassam. She also writes just as beautifully.

sides of the universe

and when a young cloud got lost from its flock succumbed to the fate of gravity and the sun tried so hard to catch it but sadly its light was without weight though it presented a majestic view for the bleary eyed onlooker awed at the sight, sleep forsaken too late for the cloudling fallen … Continue reading sides of the universe

Recognition

Earlier this year I made it into the lists of 10 Contemporary Poets in Sub-Saharan Africa and 20 promising contemporary Kenyan Poets redefining the art form . Needless to mention, I was in the esteemed company of some seriously talented poets. After much contemplation, I decided to share this recognition with you all who read my work, and … Continue reading Recognition

something old, something new

(something old, something new) She woke from the East, the cradle of ancient wisdom Caught a glimpse of new born stars along the way (something borrowed, something blue) Her gown radiant with the borrowed light Blue were the lovers, now where could they hide? *** This evening's full moon was exquisite in a clear sky, with a … Continue reading something old, something new

there was a time

there was a time when i stared at my almost empty blog and i thought "what will i write about?" and today i believe there's little i can't write about words don't become less the more you use them on the contrary creativity is a bottomless cauldron of magical inspiration stirred by faith that out … Continue reading there was a time

the last poets

the last poets have come and gone but their words remain in every language embedded in melody revolutionizing seekers of change ~ dedicated to those who use their art to make this world a better place ~