POETIC OCEANS 2

Mists of mellow fruitfulness- mists of mystery-mists of death Oh' the smile that breaks  at the sight of misty breath! Hark ! There is  Horror  of Mist on The Mount Hardly seconds or  moments one can count Of Life -not of any suicide  blast this was the sound Nor the fire, its aftermath,  nor the billowing smoke Of a Tear gas shell- who can tell after the scene of hell like scatter of thick bestrewn sedge,  metal twisted , matter molten from edge to edge, what was full of hope and love Destiny took All Above;  What Prayers were said at night what fasts were kept in the day- see the flesh burn and bodies decay-  Hopeful Sunshine seeping through faintly hinting at the Sacred Change shaking tenderly 'trunks like tombstones  tighten the barks ready for the cold touching like sharks Come in the shade while Autumnal Graces  last- Come in under the shadow of the brown yellow and  red...

O Kaangarri, O sweet Kaangarri' Thou empty cold Queen of Energy' Unique symbol of Kashmiri Identity Any Historian may relate thy graceful warmth ' But why art thou so cold and quiet "What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both" What Attic shape - under the arm  you drove away fear and kept one warm'  yet now a touch of sadness I feel Kangri O Kaangarri' How sweet Thou art' what sunny winters thou hast seen in snowy mountains clear streams, valleys green, I long for, have never been nor ...but no, will be One day we shall return - 'Karyo Manzar jigras jaye shamno maa e masha ni -Mere Watan' We will return to your heaven' O Kaangarri' Thou art silent in grief I know Your heart has shed all tears and so is dry But we shall not any more cry We have the Black Gold, Great Nature's gift' That will bring you back to the shift Thou art eternally blessed , a treasure to k...

' But it's medieval language. Are you tearing out your hair trying to understand it? - Rosemary Nissan Wade's charming linguistic prompt blossomed all the rainbow colors in the fast turning brown of Autumnal graces. Ah Chaucer 'most parfit gentle knight' Father of the English Language, the starting point of  English that is global today a 'must read 'for all English Literature students Poet -of the 14th Century 'having God's plenty' indeed is to be honored for the greatest accomplishment of All Ages- The Development of English Language -I respect the Great poet and share these lines for Poets United.Thank you Rosemary Nissan Wade for reviving the Classic...   O’ we begin with Chaucer G way back in the fourteenth century and that’s how English should be studied discussed and understood when was there a ’schwa’ or not or just another ‘e’. ‘To be or not to be ‘ do we quote all this deliberately? Poets poets poets a...

In Honor of Saint  Hildegard Von Bingen  Poet Philosopher Preacher Composer Writer and a Divine Visionary 1098-1179 Selecting Reason #4:  "A cornerstone of Hildegard's spirituality was Viriditas, or greening power, her revelation of the animating life force manifest in the natural world that infuses all creation with moisture and vitality. To her, the divine was manifest in every leaf and blade of grass. . . . Hildegard celebrated the sacred in nature, something highly relevant for us in this age of climate change and the destruction of natural habitats." Viriditas 'Glance at the sun. See the moon and the stars.  Gaze at the beauty of earth’s greenings.  Now, think.  What delight God gives to humankind  with all these things. . . .  All nature is at the disposal of humankind.  We are to work with it. For  without we cannot survive. The Word is living, being, spirit, all verdant greening, all creativity. This Word...

My world is where I am, sorting the real and the scam amid 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 dream 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 again 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 ! The Lord is Merciful ! Someone needs me I must stay And I had time to be better  and do more Good.

. Islamabad The Beautiful In 1965 on the 6th of September Pakistan was attacked by India-That war ended after 17 days. Another kind of war 'Zarb e Azb' (The Cutting  Blow )  is now going on against Terrorism- It is 2014   Still the War Goes On...War and Death in September 2001-  Still the War Goes On... September Sky dolefully darkens  as mystic vapors rise, seems to call  O' Underworld receive Persephone   She comes to be with husband Hades. Changing colors changing breeze a whiff of heat  for trembling leaves last of the blossoms before the Fall every year,trees cry as greens cease   Rawalpindi  The 6th of September came again  and brought memories of war  blasts and fights  in black outs  courage prevailed as fears  grew  everyday a front opened, new- each day brought a fresh death  young and tender with a soft  breath' cooled! a formless form- when n...

                                                                          A class given A class taken A class controlled A class shaken           A lesson learnt           A lesson taught           A lesson missed           A lesson caught  Who to blame  For time wasted?  Who to praise  For wine tasted?   A day dawned A moment inspired Then sudden  shots  fired---  so many young  expired. Wither education desired Why killers were hired? Who so slyly conspired?  Respected Pedagogy,  Hardworking Soul! Day and Night for the Honorable Goal- Your efforts are true Your aim divine, you are for All not one nor me nor mine ...

All for One, All for One 

As I go a wandering  along the mountain track I  hear the Pipers 100 or so                  Go On Go On Play On                  Any Dream Will Do   As I go hopping n skipping on the yellow brick road I  see colors over the rainbow                  Go On Go On Shine On                  Any Dream Will Do   As I run after the rabbit and check my watch as I go I hear Hi Ho Hi Ho Hi Ho'                  Go On Work On Work On                  The Dream Will Come True  Its amazing how I hear you  across the oceans wide n blue  I know I walked once with you,                    Sail On and  On, To Distant ...

Chinaar Tree Road Abbottabad Pakistan During the senior school years there were hardly any fears and the best I remember  the movie 'Come September' the dance was the Twist' Rock n Roll  also on the list so  peaceful I can still hear the silence of the summer, the snow and the mist; Then came  younger days when care and responsibility ensnares life's serious order is 'stay in the den' do not dare and face many 'bewares' but that September that came brought a war of blame so many brave died so many fled and lied' nothing was gained nothing dark came to light the only outcome of all that might' was the beginning of another long fight; so yet again September it was A Tuesday crash and burn'~ happily we prepared for  my daughter's life took a turn we found the right boy to wed  all was joy and vows were said; amid all this happiness and fun  came a shock to many not one, t...

                                       forgotten rose desperately clung  suffocating entangled  in wildly flying locks, winnowing golden mane of bold Arabian steed; frightened falsely, punished love,  drifting in doubtful trust; life races, emotions meander  in faith caste and creed O' for a few penned siglos rejected precious rose, to be or not to be,or to  Fly away' to serene Argos' full thrust,  full speed no thoughts of loss, but safety from cannon balls sabers thorny  weed, one heart one spot hurts  what words can kill what words may win what words survive on unfelt untouched dismal green field, worse than  Chaos and now on hold on spot on edge O Dear Rose cling tight    what plant from the seed may rise and with delight untangle unfold reveal remove the sile...

Strange are the nights with visions of gleaming fleams piercing screams no more cool and nestled are sunbeam and moonbeam in space, remember? NO No Blaspheme” No’ one cannot swim upstream but sink by degrees over a period of unknown years like King Odysseus who lost his ship drunk without fears’ timeless oblivion easily persuaded in pleasure sunk; ‘Stay stay ‘ keep the ship straight’ be in ‘septime firmfooted on floor there is no door on the seas’ Pay Tribute to the Controlling Breeze with love in the ‘heart that is free’ Sail on Sail on on ample space ‘Beware ‘the ship may drown in Tarim’ Sail on sail on ‘ ready is the harvest of Berseem’ And I dream on of Quinquereme’ x

If I could reach you any time I feel like and talk to you like the way good friends do I am sure - You must be wishing the same too But cannot do so even if we wanted to life is too harsh and insecure now I know, you cannot share the secret  of your thoughts, you may fret at the responsibilities that are set For us, in this vicious circle entangling us at all times and all level; you know how I feel about you But do you believe now? Would you come to see me? Perhaps yes, perhaps no But You have other things to view- The unwell the hurt, the fettered,  all need you more than I do! Where ever I may be  should you worry? Our ways were not the same, Oh so sorry If I could reach you I would tell you How much I think of you How much your vision appears and  disappears, How much I weep and keep a smiling face before other tears stream down silently and I  ask myself -why did I meet See you in life- If I could reach you I would ask...

Over the years I have learnt To be soft and tender in  my speech  If I have to reach The heart and soul  of someone I love; Over the days I have tried To be patient and brave To bear harsh realities a nd save   my strength to wait at length To let silent tears soothe my fears Of The Grave and Lonely years, Over the moments I have  stepped  back, to give space To close my eyes and feel t he  serene face and tender touch  of the Spirit I so dearly love. Over my life I have drifted,  along, with the flow I came to know I have to go and be slow To move step by step shed tears drop by drop, Over my heart I found,  nothing was my own It All had to be gifted, to known and unknown Over my Heart I saw,  as inside I bled Outside All was black  as the invisible was red, love's return, hard to find, Values virtues vanished,  none- was really...