POETIC OCEANS 2

How would I know, if s omeone thinks of me In this life,   In this time,   In this world In this orb variegated, o f struggle and strife Short and tense, d evoid of sense, t houghtless I lie Lost I stand, a midst a throng I wander, Staring aimless , still s inking far into the expanses of soul spirit and mystery, Oh, the heart, bleeding profusely Say, do you think truly Is your song faithful And your thoughts virtue? How would I write? What words may convey  t he song I hear, From the smile I see, sinking deep in the cold recesses of the heart, innocently, what name, what place, where from does it come to me? “Oh The winds did sing it softly” “Why so late in life, tenderly silently?” fears strike as tears roll down, the cheeks, uncontrolled, freely Why, a desire, a fire, a sweet tune On the strings of the lyre, Will The Song fix the broken heart, Or  the windowsill be ready to place the shining daffodils Destiny plays across the oceans No mo...

One sunny afternoon in the winter of 1955 With my Mother and Sisters Our Royal seat, our beloved Fiat 1954 Our House 24 Willoughby Road , a spacious residence (built for pre Partition British Officers Rawalpindi Cantonment Pakistan)a similar house is visible in the background.

Promises on paper traced forever once written cannot be erased b ut silently staring nowhere quietly unmoving yet sharing words that remain in the air and everywhere, for I hear them in happiness and in pain and see them again and again telling me the time and love with which you wrote each line while I waited to hold the precious paper-but then…I remembered the Prophesy,' a young doctor will appear in the neighbourhood and will visit you with a paper and pen, there may be another need so be prepared'' A white flying Alto and a smiling face beckoned me to follow and I did with grace soon the Welkins showered their rage and the Lions were let loose from the cage I looked up and appealed to Aolus for help please calm the cumulus I am so in stress I unaware of the many odds heard Poseidon say 'Man is nothing without the Gods' I fell on the sands and joined my hands Pray accept my sacrifice and release me from this strife' As ever the Heavens heard my plea welkins...

sometimes with candles sometimes without light always with heat hot feet iced treat, a listless retreat pearly drops upon the brow silent swish of the date palm fan resigned plight helpless forlorn Silent Night, stars so bright Absence of Light creates awareness of sight raises the sound of silence within no words spoken yet wisdom begins the break in the power makes everything dark- beyond our reach as all is still nothing at will sweat drops fill as the tears of the candle slide and collide, Life slips over another step, Yes, its summer, slow hot summer pushing all in, sleepless slumber Oh, lets try to harness the power or try to remember happily ever after-The forgetful hour

My Loving Parents On their Wedding Day 12th November 1942 My Father  Capt.Dr Abdur Rashid RIMS Royal Indian Medical Service wearing a Battle Dress was in active service with the British Indian Army My Gracious Mother    Saeeda Begum wearing the traditional 'Shalwar Kamees Dupatta' and Jewelery on the forehead called 'Jhoomar' Place is Our Family Home in AAB-E-GUZAR SRINAGAR KASHMIR

Poetry24: Who is The Cleverest Crow of Them All? : Mirror mirror on the wall who is the cleverest crow of them all, Caledonian crows? The elite group of species, who can use twigs to fish...

Creating connections, celestially, In  mists storms or rain does soothe away the pain, no spaces in distances remain.  like the light winged Dryad, make the communicative melody, O’ for the Sound of Linkage, In the New Age, opening magic casements, orange, gold ,blue, and black  I stay in touch, with my family I am free I am at  ease,  what numbers are these, what Attic shapes! I hear melodies so sweet what chimes do jingle, what messages they bring what numbness they tingle! what flashes do twinkle the bell rings the call in    So,let the communication begin! As comforts sets in, c onnections sing  the best of things for pedagogy equality fraternity,  the most sought for  The connector of community !

This photograph was taken in the 1950s in the city of Rawalpindi Pakistan. My graceful Mother wearing the traditional Eastern dress called' Gharara suit' with her head covered with a ' Dupatta '' draped around the shoulders. Such dresses are not part of normal dress wear in Pakistan.They are now mostly worn by brides but that style has also changed and it is a matter of choice.

Abbottabad we love you What you were in the 1960s With all your beauty and grace You are our home and place Abbottabad we love you As General James Abbott did when he first saw you green and wooded, cool hilly space; The last five miles are winding winding ways, the bus turns the corners, I remember the winter days, Home, home on the range autumnal grandeur of apeles Before you know….. the town itself  reveals, At its own, the evergreen stature, The Spiritual Presence of Nature Majestic melodious mountains, Of The Highlanders Stature February is fresh as May Springs apple blossoms call, snowflakes greet you, vanishing, as they fall;  Serenity intense,  nature crisp and pure  beauteous and fresh  White and sure; Oh! Let me feast my eyes On the beauty of my town, Breathe the sweet smell of pine, Home for many, not alone mine. Oh! Let me live the truthful moments while they are there. let the freshness creep into my soul, while I'm here.

Nottingham I admire thee With misty milky moody morns Azure autumnal graces November nights and lunar lights Drenching the silent chocolate rooftops  in silver spaces Twinkling torches filling the valley Steadfast soldiers of peace With the ‘Ye Olde Inns and Laces Castles and medieval places Nottingham I admire Thee Nottingham I admire thy passively aggressive antiquity Thy mingling mighty majesty in modernity Dare defying love of Humanism Oh Nottingham keeper of culture and traditions Knowledge wisdom and superstitions Where myths ghosts and mysteries are understood                                        Ah still so solid Robin Hood When war is Life and terror emotions I find thee peaceful with people of many nations Nottingham I admire Thee; ...

Where art thou? With All Thy Grace and Treat Where evening cool breeze would gently sweep And the open spaces would be free and neat; Where I learned to ride the bicycle and Greet My friends who came out to meet- Ah Harley Street! where art thou? With memories sweet- This same road where bell tingling tongas With strong horses and shining leather reins Would lift the learning loads and stay on the beat- At that time, this same road was all for residents No sounds, not even an innocent lambs bleat. Ah Harley Street! where art thou? So defiant in dilapidated defeat!- YOU seem to be there still serving in retreat- Though gone is the tar rubble crush and concrete; AH Harley Street . All is not lost. Courage never to submit or yield- YOU have the BEST on YOU YOU are replete with –Institutes of Education Tuition Guidance and Dedication- But AH there’s th...