Walk Softly Rubai
The day ends itself over the edge of me.
Morning comes, like habit, from beneath.
I’ve broken all these bottles on your doorstep, love.
Walk softly – walk softly into the deep.
The day ends itself over the edge of me.
Morning comes, like habit, from beneath.
I’ve broken all these bottles on your doorstep, love.
Walk softly – walk softly into the deep.
Ananthy Thambinayaga wrote:
Dear Kyla,
I met you briefly at the end of the Nigah Festival and also saw you briefly at a friend’s birthday party last night. Wish I spoke to you as I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your amazing poetry since you shared it with us on Friday. I would love to share it with friends and famly and hope that it speaks to their souls the way it did for me. Unfortunately I cannot find anything that you read on Friday on your site. It is a bit challenging to navigate and I am really trying. Do you think you could send me a file to my email. Thanks so much for sharing!
Ananthy
Posted on 04-Jun-07 at 6:27 am | Permalink
Kyla Pasha wrote:
Thank you so much, Ananthy, for that lovely comment. I wish you had come talked to me, I’d love to chat. I will soon be putting up some of the poems I read at Nigah, under Border Suite in the Contents section, so keep an eye out for something at the beginning of next week. If you direct your friends to this website, I’d be most gratified – I promise to put more stuff up soon!
Posted on 04-Jun-07 at 11:04 am | Permalink
Tigu wrote:
Beautiful
Posted on 24-Aug-08 at 2:32 pm | Permalink