POETIC OCEANS 2

Wednesday Prompt by Jamie Dedes  “Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there. “It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.” Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 کہتے ہیں چاہت اندھی  ہوتی ہے  یہ دل اور روح  کا لطیف  رشتہ  اس میں کیا پرکھنا کیا   عمر کا  تقاضا  کرنا     جب کوئی  خوشبو  ...

every moment a tiptoe sounds I close my eyes to see as I feel the page as words take shape and form my thoughts encircle the song inside the circle of the dance is it the dancer or the dance? Ah! only my soul knows Only my heart can see- I close my eyes to look up from the book at the love of purity which is but a scent sweet I reach out to touch Nothingness ‘ Ah The presence in Nothingness’ Love of Eternity ‘ Close… closer than the thorn is to the rose growing from dust glowing in the dust dust to dust we rose engulfed spirits in time destined together to repose… arms spread out to receive like the scattered petals of the beloved rose….. my eyes on the book I close the dancer moved bent and rose…. life went on, life goes…. far far away, forever...

so many poems unwritten sailed through so many songs unsung flew and I sat and viewed the sunsets and the silver lined clouds and read the figures in the mind and formed pages and pages of  long stories visions angels meditating misty mornings emerging to half the day gone and so soon it is afternoon, and still I smile and muse as 'Changes creep in... children are no more around silence is the faithful companion in my soul is the musical sound of life, crush of a falling leaf shaken sent, to the ground and I wrap the shawl tight waiting,hoping to see the unseen hoping to be in pure divine Light

Smile I may for whom eyes may shine, for whom Be oblivious of all pain forgetful for joy, for whom may someone be a friend friendly I may be for whom? why strangers seem my own stranger I may be, for whom shine I do for all at night twinkling silently I wait for whom special someone may never come anjum keep the heart open,unknown love may enter soon