POETIC OCEANS 2

Monday or any day is the day when dawn breaks bright breaking darkness it brings all to sight I keep glancing absorbing  silent shadows outside grateful to be alive able to perceive Monday or any day the clarity in the skies broken only by amazing forms  reflecting purity in flight up high outloud,see the majestic clarity in the clouds, Monday or any other day

and the moon came early shining to show its presence...have you ever wondered why it is always so calm ? see the day has been so warm  taking the toll energy and heat sweaty is the body tired,the feet and the moon comes in,cool silently to fill the vacant pool with soothing loving light staying on till it is the end of night....  

many a night and day have I seen the moon...in beauty and grace it keeps its place this night it was special as darkness descended chasing  the Golden Light turning evening into night- night cannot take over day nor day can over run night only... the moon shines, indebted to the great source,half running its course and the stars as jewels and guides show  travelers on the seas,the ways to new lands .. this night as I looked up I saw  the moon,it was not alone a companion in the dark skies what a blessing and a soothing message ... See the Light suspended as a lamp, cutting the darkness ... I then saw the smile of the star even from so far assurance love and comfort  is around ..just open the heart  soul and spirit, to receive it... Look up and smile back' The Moon has eyes.....

colored flower bloomed bright making morning day and night poems enwreathed enshrined Tribute to Chiyo-Ni

.. .In response to this wonderful historical prompt I am sharing an excerpt from my unpublished book on Hasan Family History...Migration from Kashmir to Pakistan 1930s-1950s About grand Father, tell us about him…  Grand Father Maulvi Mohammed Hasan was born in 1892 in Jammu Kashmir.Migrated from Kashmir due to famine.’ ‘Famine? Here I have brought in information about the Great Famine which caused many Kashmiris to leave their land.Many shifted to Amritsar Gujranwala in Punjab and to Sialkot near the border.Dr Ernest Neve’ writes in his book ‘Beyond the Pir Panjal’ Famine 1877-1879.In some parts of the valley including Srinagar it is said that population reduced by more than half.Heavy rain fell in Autumn before the crops were gathered in. The rice and maize which are the staple foods, rotted.During the Winter the rains continued.The cattle died from want of food.’ Spring harvest failed due to bad weather. The authorities made a fatal mistake and ordered...

  what is this burden stillness in beat , bleeding through the inner recesses ... I seek Light, It may make it light I seek warmth it may console it I seek peace it may soothe it I seek silence it may stable it where are all these I need in inner recesses or outside in the blue skies in the white clouds in colored rainbows or in green grasslands in inner recesses is a voice whispering a beat warning a flow living a life growing a spirit gifted Ah tis the spirited heart But I parted with it, surrendered it to The Majestic Praying that it may be cleaned filled with patience filled with warmth filled with love filled with forgiveness filled with truth and all good so that I may be Light in ..inner recesses

when peace is just round the corner which corner? a voice whispers...the unseen in the fog creeps silently sails by when silence is just broken by chirps which birds? a voice whispers...the silent trees sad yet sturdy stay fixed when food is scarce in shops full which bazaar? a voice whispers... the hungry on the road wipes the tears dry when every night dogs bark and keep barking...who is it...a voice whispers unseen spirit prowls...keep praying

River Korang  Banni Gala  Islamabad PAKISTAN 2017

A voice inside the soul speaks  So many times, I have lost count I have rushed to meet the unseen and found messages in the serene skies,shining radiant glowing I have cried and received love peaceful blue white and yet dark too,but blocking the evil hue stay safe be safe, see the truth the light,how the nest is held in the thin fragility aloft, open a home secure,wings to reach family and rest,food to feed no gold no decor nor breach yet all for life and all for need and the the grail is manifest we must pray and pass the test trees birds clouds and light will shine,hold the rope tight,