paint me colourless

of paint, poetry, prayers and preambles

nature of heart

what fault is it of the heart?

of feathers and petals

Heaven lies at the feet of your mother

no more than twist

was it a dream, was it real or no more than twist...

a different side of you

i was a different side of you, the side you longed to be like

lingering on the periphery

if only you never were, but...

Wanderer

"I fell in love with a fickle woman"

is turns into was

all it takes, is half a moment

wounds of love

broken glass

how do you fill up wounds of love?

set free from the heavens

poetry by sonya kassam blue rose

I never write poetry for Valentines Day, but ...