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…
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!
(for the teachers who found me some came, taught, left others still grace my life) ~Ancient Connections~ with a voice that melts lyrics like warm honey reminds of the gentle fragrance of incense what higher form of devotion than the offering of eternal music that echoes in every heart unseen are ancient connections unbroken though … Continue reading Ancient Connections
The full moon earlier this month was just amazing. At my meditation time, it was positioned in the small space between our two rooftops...so perfect! Here are my thoughts and some photos of that beautiful night. Such a gorgeous Full Moon tonight Although I see the clouds have stolen her thunder Hmmm... The clouds have … Continue reading The Undisputed Queen
a night when the gods appeared blurred heavens intoxicated with fermented nectar and angels danced till dawn
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.
I captured the full moon on Friday night with lights and then when we had a power outage
Last year while at work in a mall, they were handing out roses to ladies for the Valentine's Day weekend. I noticed these two roses, sadly discarded without a second thought. My attention kept wandering there for the time until I was done with work. As I was leaving I felt compelled to rescue them. … Continue reading Roses are Red…
the emptier the moment the heavier it seems time's legacy pertinent past to present infinity's inheritance This clock was made by young children Photo credit: Alya Kassam