Sequence – #4 Blur

Poetry by Sonya Kassam Blur

Blur, a Necessity

A Year Passes …

dealing with grief, a year on

illicit poems

barbed wire poetry Sonya Kassam

the loyalty of love
or the love for loyalty

gentle garlands

What purpose does time serve, but to remind us that we have lived

A Letter about Success

Hi everyone,

I am reblogging this post A Letter About Success.

It was a letter written by my father to my sister many, many years ago.

We have recently started a blog for our parents sharing their thoughts, wisdom, memories, recipes and many other useful tips. Please do check it out and leave a comment for them :)

Happy Father’s Day!

Sara Vichaaro

o-TYPEWRITER-facebookWe found an old letter our father had typed out and sent to our sister when started studying History and Philosophy of Psychology.

So, you are now taking up “History and Philosophy of Psychology”. I hope you are enjoying it and finding it interesting.

You mentioned a phrase:
“Your motto in life should be to strive, to struggle instead of to succeed. Work that is well accomplished is the joy of life.

Parthsarathy has written this which is, of course, from the Gita.   Yes, on the first hand it looks heavy but after a careful analysis and understanding it may make it lighter and simpler.

In this phrase the word “Succeed” is the key word and one should try to understand this and its effects.

1. When you aim to succeed means you expect something to happen. When you expect or wish … you are limiting your potentiality…

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the butterfly smiles

This poem is dedicated to my younger sister Citele. The world has lost a warm, loving soul who was still full of life. May she rest in ease and we shall always look out for her smile. you do not die in death She loved pink and yellow, thus the balloons and the reference to … Continue reading the butterfly smiles

the thought of you

i caused the thought of you and now you want to leave? i refuse to release you with no introduction you descended upon the doorstep of my imagination without an invitation you merged yourself into my memories you now believe you are real? if i wished it so, i could relinquish you in an instant... but … Continue reading the thought of you

Die Each Day

We shall all be dead, we know that don’t we? And yet we resist, we fear. I fear to die, yes. I have no idea what is beyond my death. And perhaps…actually for sure and to be absolutely honest, I don’t really want to know what lies beyond. So many answers, if you ask around … Continue reading Die Each Day

Impressions of God

Remnants of the old temple Long ago I frequented Now dilapidated A dignified ruin Decrepit, faded flag Bravely yet barely flapping Jilted by the pigeons Echoes of fluttering, cooing In the haunting halls Even the gods are forlorn Their pleas drowned By the smoke and honking Hawkers' hoarse persuasions Baskets filled with rotting fruit Where once … Continue reading Impressions of God

broken

some are broken memories other memories break us some promises are broken other promises break us some relationships are broken other relationships break us what is broken may never be fixed but if we allow it, what can break us will eventually make us