re-wrote

what meaning did you derive from what i had written?

nothing but everything

it is not nothing but everything that is empty while everything is momentary nothing is imperishable *** It has been too long since I updated my blog. As mentioned in my previous post The Sun Shifts, life took over me, but it is only momentary. I came across this poem I had written a year … Continue reading nothing but everything

where are you?

if i was born at a different time lived in a different place if i could experience a different dimension found at the edge of space... would i fall over? or would i find myself back to here and would now hold any meaning if tomorrow was irrelevant if yesterday never remained i still wished i … Continue reading where are you?

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

of knowns and unknowns

Many of my poems have been created on or inspired by Twitter. Sometimes I receive brilliant replies or questions, and here is one such interaction between @mzungundege and myself. Very thought-provoking, don't you think? Evidence of the unknown Is greater than that of the known If only you would stop your search In the temple … Continue reading of knowns and unknowns

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

the compass of God

the compass of God always points inwards unwavering like the north star an infinite intimate cosmos 13th Rajab ~ the birth date of Imam Ali

appreciation

i may be a microcosm, and i may exist in infinity, but what can i claim for myself? a lot of what happens to me is being done to me if only i could be receptive if only i could leave behind the tiniest footprint of appreciation