POETIC OCEANS 2

Oblivious of all the innocent killing, endless pain, frightening fear  they sat quietly on the ground in a circle, they had returned to the saddened village after placing tiny bodies in deep dug out ditches, burying the giggles and the smiles,burying the laughter and the joy, burying roses just blossomed, the logs in the center were dying too, flames turning into small glowing pieces half ash and half wood, and then a voice was heard...the voice peaceful and low, the voice calm and patient, though the heart and spirit laden with grief, yet...yet, these moment must come...and so the voice said... 'I see Gods Love in softly  flowing  clouds soaked in moist softness in mellifluous notes seeped in the wind in the twinkling shine of the smiling eyes; I feel Gods Love in the tender touch  of the wind’s caress, in the rustling of the blossoming tree's dress in the chirpy twitter of the morning bird’s address. I hear Gods love in the  friend’s ...

      Graduation Exam over, I was ready to go home…to 12 Kakul Road Abbottabad.  Uncle took me to the GTS Bus Stand in Saddar Rawalpindi. G for government T for transport and S for service just a reminder of the good old GTS days...GTS had good buses then and one could travel to cities like Peshawar Abbottabad Lahore, comfortably.  Uncle bought my ticket and I stepped into the bus…I was travelling alone. ‘Are you OK ? ‘Yes I said.I felt like the great experienced traveler the brave lone ranger with not a  mask, but a hood, I was confident because for four long years I had been using the public transport..’the Omni Bus’the 40 seater long bus’  to go to college and return home, er.. safely…there was peace in the city... Rawalpindi was a city of great peace, peace of environment peace of heart and soul...            Imagine we went to college in a double decker public service omni bus from Tench Bhata 22 No Chungi ...