POETIC OCEANS 2

My world is where I am, sorting the real and the scam amidst visions of the recent dreams haunting the mind in flashes sounds dull and fierce screams, time feels still and time fast flies I try to stop the tears and the cries. In vain, my world crumbles As in my dreams I stumble                    As thunder roars across the skies, ‘I have a dream” Ah And I had dreams’, I am a dream, I dreamt in pain, as down came the rain My world , flooded to the brim Chances of survival , thin and grim I struggled and gasped for breath A muddy slushy powerful gush Of Death, reigned supreme, A loud shout and a sharp scream Twists and turns and a sudden hush! Life was still , warm was the blood, I woke up And I understood-The Lord was Merciful And I had time to do more Good.

MY POETRY BLOG: The Silent Carriage-Inspiration from John Keats O...: "What cart is this? what Roman or Ancient Red Indian Shaped carriage, royal or classic or roaming on the range where the buffaloes run where..."

What cart is this? what Roman or Ancient Red Indian Shaped carriage, royal or classic or roaming on the range where the buffaloes run where horses gallop rough and race the stagecoach strange; where for miles no soul can be seen where cries of YUHOO , Hiyaah sound in the valley with snapping cracks of the whip; where shooters hide in the alley but now tis silent still and cold, where is the coachman brave and bold, no horses no reins no travellers for the gains, parked aside in red and white, yet, its grandeur still abides. 'Away Away, no horses neigh No oil burns the lamp, bright- I do see a group huddled n hooded rubbing their hands,long boot footed, what plans , what journeys, what rides A mystery masks the man in the dark and so is the  silent empty carriage, parked. Photo Credit to Salman Wajahat Dar-Boston USA