Today is a special day. It's my Papa's birthday.
dealing with grief, a year on
I celebrate Women's Day with a few of my previous poems plus some recent thoughts. sweet tears at the point where night bids farewell she raises her head, crowned by a pallu of sizzling red, gold a slender mangalsutra enhances her slightly inverted neck the strongest of henna the darkest of kohl the boldest of kumkum a piercing flame … Continue reading Celebrate!
Sharing this painting by my daughter Alya Kassam. She also writes just as beautifully.
The Listener Break time School playground Peals of laughter, screams Running, jumping Somersaults in the sandpit She lingered around the play area Dreamy smile on her cherubic face Gently kissed by short curls A longing in her eyes Hesitant desire in her heart Held back By blurred emotions Defied By physical impairment Imperceptible Yet undeniable … Continue reading My First Poem
Today I am sharing this delightful piece of writing by my daughter Alya Kassam You will find more of her work here New York Evenings Writer’s note: “This was a piece I wrote for my English assignment. The question asked me to imagine I’m on the street, turn my eyes slowly from left to right and … Continue reading New York Evenings
I have not written about the place of a woman in society before. Simply because I never knew what to say. Then I came across an article which had some stunning photos, and I found the words....these words... woman created as a symbol of fertility an inspiration for architecture a cradle for divinity a source of … Continue reading the pedestal cracks