POETIC OCEANS 2

It is always the same day and night darkness prevails before the light Nature loves us in all colours gives us perpetual favours we count the days  we say it is the last as each moment becomes the past boundless open and vast Blessings abound slow and fast majestic evening descends  as I too watch through my resting room window beauty merges and emerges  it is not the last but just a cover as the year end crosses over colours, lights, birds and leaves quietly doze off to sleep  evening  time Nature's enrapture as I click my camera,  to capture...

Thank You Thursday Poets Rally for The Perfect Poet Award Week 58 I nominate  Poet:  Charlie Parant for a Poetry Award I will keep calling as raindrops  keep falling you may pose ignorance a dance in oblivion a portrait , Promethean Metamorphosis crawling, An Odyssey of pride,  the hearts deep recesses  beauty’s sweet tresses A love deep inside Will only be restless But with patience abide, A time of Blessing Snow keeps falling Bells keep calling Our Saviour is Alive! Eyes cannot hide The task Herculean, Lo The Star descends  affection transcends With peaceful Love And  reaches beside.

Oh The snow still and soft Soberly silently white Clean and fresh lying there People stepping  around with care Loving its touch Liking it much Feeling extremely cold But trying to be bold Splashing and swishing Branches bowing down low Bearing the  soft  burden: Oh, people passing close The smoky breaths The noses so red Hands in gloves Scarves round the head The huddled looks The long boots The misty screens All is white –no green. Indoor hands facing the fire Everyone in warm attire Oh of what does one think, A cosy bed and a hot drink.

Eid Ul Fitr  Meal   Day of Thanksgiving after a Month of Fasting called Ramadhan Chicken Curry -Spinach with Lamb Meat -Rice - Fresh Salad-Curd- Chutney

Just Yesterday It seems in   memories we read about the Great Flood Just Yesterday We heard stories Of the killing and the flowing blood Just yesterday we suffered and tread And crossed borders through ‘The Great Divide Just yesterday We  played ‘touch the tree’ hopscotch marbles seek and hide Just Yesterday We drove around in Chevrolet s  Fiats with Jeeps beside Just yesterday we spent warm afternoons lazing and building castles in the sand Just yesterday running for the ice lolly at the tapping of the Cart man's hand Today I look at Photographs  reflecting  memories Of moments good and bad Today  young  or old Memories  happy and sad In   photographs  are all we hold. Just Happiness or sorrow Who knows tomorrow So I tear and pile up Heaps of paper, to be sold.

Why did you  give me such a loving smile the first time we met? I  keep asking this question and no satisfactory answer I get And then we got talking so quickly and  soon our minds were set And I knew from the start you secretly admired someone, you bet? How many times from behind the wall you had tried to see Who is it in the room  who might be in his or her company? What problems may be faced what happiness may be embraced? With whom are being shared biscuits and tinkling cups of tea? I know how your imagination wandered in the vastness of the view From dawn to dusk afternoon day and night and each day anew Sometimes for hours thinking watching waiting assuming too Sometimes catching a glimpse of what you each day wanted to But as in life there is always a measure of torture and pain There is more loss of  objects people and places than gain And a history written read and always in talks and stories told That if rules and laws are not obeyed all is taken ...

A spirit unseen but felt serene unspoken words say do not fear, look up and see the sky   a light shines up high your feet may be heavy, on  ground but turn around and you will fly in the  minds eye pray with gratitude be calm in quietude and all will be well at length, you will    gain strength as you try Darkness shields you when you cry Your Lord is with you smile at the sky  ‘which is it of the favours that  you may deny’ I smiled and relaxed as the car passed by and rolled up the dark glass screen.

Thank You Thursday Poets Rally for The Perfect Poet Award Week 57 I nominate Poet Emmet Wheatfall Misunderstandings occur and shatter thoughts  unreasonable expectations grow secretly; a shy smile, a soft giggle, a quick glance unintentional false hopes build freely; evil dances around perpetually  colorful flashes engulfed in  sweet auras mask truth , deception abounds continually Helpless helpless more and more I descend   stony emotions overtake gradually;

I am nothing I am but a speck of dust My life my soul my spirit Is not mine I am but a form My body my shape my self Is not mine; I am but a sound My music my note my tune Is not mine I am but a smile my face my eyes, my looks are not mine I am but a thought my idea my vision my purpose Is for the Heaven The Pure The Holy The Forever I am, but  Love Love that is just I am but a speck of dust.

A born refugee,  I am told- I crossed barbed wires  to a new land; It was a divided nation   an unstable station for some time  there was,  celebration; but soon there was all, devastation loneliness parting degradation. I crossed other barriers, I tried to make another home I thought I was free- I struggled through invisible fires, I slipped on mud and mires My faith only, kept me strong Oh where do I belong? My body will be dust my soul will fly Will my Story find , a respectable publication? 'Oh Elementary My Dear Watson' You should know the clue to the destination' 'It is all so simple-there is the solution Lets leave the rest to someone else, 'Tis fate n' Joy,  let there be  Jingle' 'n jubilation' To The Lovely  Gooseberry Garden,  is my dedication'

     I plucked a leaf and made a whistle I plucked another and breathed in  the sweet scent of oranges  I smiled at so many  fluttering on the trees   I crushed one fallen by the breeze,  and raked away so many,  and he said 'they mess up the yard I said 'they have made me a bard'  I admire the tree as it will by me stand but he will never look up  to see how tall it is  how grand,  if you look at the spoils  you will never understand  what is Gods Will ,  and the Beauty of His Land