POETIC OCEANS 2

I am beside you once again Now be it sun storm or rain, Sorrow and fear are away, afar, Happiness floods me gone is the pain Of loneliness , peaceful is the soul; chains of captivity broken at last How wonderful, how precious  feels The sweet breath of freedom; Home... Home again, among love and care Ah! Home is something very rare! With thanks to Allah, I bow, low, Bless me Oh Lord ! to you I pray, Give me courage to defend my land If need arises, and duty calls, any day.

I heard a step outside the window,  and smelt a whiff of scented tobacco I thought at first that it was imagination  or the work of spirits or Hallucination- I stopped to think, afraid of what I may see It may be a fairy or the silent stealthy kitty  knocking something accidentally-  But then I slowly moved the curtain  again I heard the sound I was certain.  And then I saw him, on some spiral  stairs a man slightly bald thin in physique holding  the staircase railing  with fear, waiting to gather  his strength so weak step by step holding the stick,  tightly  showing a phase  of  life in the age, loneliness and infirmity, helplessness sympathy,pity,  another step,  another clang,  another year,  another question,  would he be alive ,  the next moment  what if he falls?  why is he alone  what figure of skin n bone,  of breath an...

Why I keep forgetting the face? I see the vision the presence the grace- Exhausted in  surgery, half dead unthinking sleeping mind surrendering to other hands, eyes and knives, busy on my clayey lodgings, removing what lay inside, a life, to give lives unseen unknown,obeying the divine Creator,creating motherhood- Now I see now it is not there I see the vision and the grace- My eyes only saw eyes, reflecting sympathy concern care Chosen by The Supreme to help me live, a little more, someone needs my share of love, a little more, a duty for  me is still to be done, and I have to be with one who stands beside a smile a gloved hand a voice soft a heart learning for years, how to cure now ready for sure, more friends than real friends ashore, Once again I see from under the slab under the leaves, from under the soil- Mother Dear,your lifeless head I held  almost in my lap,as 'they washed the body' then clothed in white the color you liked we...

Tests protests pretexts investigations all around 

Its a new day every day `  routines change with time  Closed doors pin drop silence Raise the blinds let the light in Electricity ? off again Long trek to the kitchen – Down the stairs, in the age  of ' maintenance and repairs’ ‘ its his heart’ and my knee’ Slowly now if you slip Who will rub away the pain? An hour gone water boils- Tea and cereal is all the toil’ Nothing else is, but sitting Reading by 'laptop' and knitting meditation more than five, follow ‘Guidance’ for life, how to stay alive- Today is rest from any cooking, I Wish to eat some spicy recipe' Doctor forbids 'not to swallow' So am just sitting and looking Half the day Scrabbled away- Half the day in waiting- something  cooked 'might be coming… kids n daughter maybe bringing'... Gone are the days when days were days Laughter music company and ‘plays’ Life slowly moves to such a station When ‘humph’ uh’ ah’...

so  let’s be poets for a while- let truth and trust prevail for can a link joined in heaven, break ? can the Earth without His Will shake? there need not be a number as talking takes place  even in slumber; so  let’s be poets for a while- one does feel a presence, do not fear, the eye does drop a tear, know it is just fair so let’s be poets for a while- when the heart sings the birds sing Such joy and peace  they bring, For  they can see the smile And carry it over on their wings Nature’s love makes serene, from sadness and sorrow , free- so  let’s be poets for a while let truth and trust prevail Copyright CER  anjum wasim dar 2014

Selling Stuff on bicycles is an old and common tradition in the Indo Pak Subcontinent. A Fruit seller with his cycle shop near the Capital City Islamabad Pakistan 

What Greater Expectations than Great Expectations, Miss Havisham, embedded secluded, on dusty wooden gilded throne, behind cobwebbed curtains, Majestic Marvel, First Created, Sacred, now rests transfixed  in false reprehensions, As scattered clouds scan and search terrestial to celestial dimensions  blinking intermittant flashes Only to find twisted torments blood filled swamps, whirring swarms of discontents amidst seas of colorfully placed flowers,  Supreme Sopranos burnt to ashes. wordle 14                                                                        Copyright CER anjum wasim dar 2014

each time each step I stop to turn away  each time each step turns me, to stay- each step I take to stay away- each step slides me more to 'the way'  I try to harden my tender emotions I try to be strong with mixed potions each time I mix  it does not work  each step takes me closer to 'the notions’ why its only me that moves each time Why nothing stirs on the other side- Each day I pray maybe perhaps today  Changed will be my path changed  Will be the way , my way, the way  Each day each morning bright or grey- I find my steps taking me with  a gift of my soul a ‘rose’- Your Way….

                                  For this week's  Motif  of Trees and the question 'what was/is a tree to you? Is there one you miss or wish to meet someday? I take the opportunity to share a Tree Poetry Session being held somewhere in the Mysterious Hercynian Forest  Madam Red Hood began her Introductory Speech       'Gentle Trees Leaves Branches Trunks and Roots,  It is with great pencil pleasure that I am rooted here to open before you the cuts and streaks , chinks and bars, splits and splinters , shavings and bits of the strangest poetic expressions you would ever have pencil heard in your wooden life. What happens with trees and their growing strengths, colors, parts and logs will be unraveled expressed and waved here today Nature Speaks to Us-I believe  Messages, silently to perceive Time to Pray and not to griev...

The Last Glance was time itself as all have to go -they go the body is taken, lifted and lowered scriptures spoken and flowers showered before that not a morsel can be eaten as food is no longer needed by the taken, all eyes are on the body so laid fear in the eyes, tears on the face this is a war bloody and barbarian young old brave and bold, all are shaken- I too stepped in the cold room  as close as I could and  shivered and sweated as I stood- silence so Holy above you I felt Eternal sleep to the world around- Freedom from the clayey cage To a Higher Call a Higher Ground The Chosen the Special the Best- Heavenly Light enclosed as you slept dressed in white complete shroud You were under  Heaven’s cloud In peace -may your soul always rest,   amen-

 a distance divides us life like a  deep dark well reflects ignorant fear  as  parched listless bodies await their turn which can is mine each thinks as up they rise in a line, now they are full now empty  dropping water as it collects -they say a distance divides us sky is filled with shining stars 'bejeweled for  pleasure of all mankind,each in its own orbit twinkling sparkling shooting falling  shine through the night giving company showing the way, stay till day, and say a distance divides us how can we know by just seeing a face how much truth there is how much grace one rejects faith one shares love - may seem a sinning killer from above,  intimacy in suspicion,breaks all space leaves a void-a vision, to say a  distance divides us                                           ...

Can  image be different  from reflection or be understood from   verbal reaction   what words may write  what thoughts  show - be true, if silence stares, though with a smile, same style, transfixed in fetters seeing through shutters- confined in fashion forced by suppression what lies beyond the veil what does cam- eye reveal? accused by fears undefined,brought to tears unseen,chided for actions unperformed, for sincerity blamed unsafe sinner? Natures multiple views 'exposures of skillful forms despite restraints constraints taboos insane laws 'n norms Behold Beauty bright in natural or artificial Light,  to the left, at the back,  in  the center,  to the right,  Capture these moments free Write,record,recite,rewrite'