POETIC OCEANS 2

wither has the music gone the music that created peace wither have the people gone that comforted with peace wither has the language gone that sounded love and joy why mornings are sorrowful dull grey blue and mournful what are these sounds we hear? or we do not hear, lost in fear why are we, green and queer frowning staring giggling jeer' the Heavens are quiet saddened celestial spheres are quietened no melodies nor symphonies  fill the  majestic vaults-silenced Forgiveness fills my heart and soul That I must beg and offer, whole for all times that I have in darkness been ,The Lord still Merciful has been If music be the peace of life please let it return in  peace supreme, for purposes pure love and goodness secure please,please,please

I woke up at nine only to find no electric current in line but at least the laptop  had light,made my day more bright,happy and I could wish someone else too to Have a nice day' and a Happy Birthday' Thinking of you in this quietude while some are crying,some relieved at a hanging within time yesterday gone had its own fears of discipline and the unknown but we should know we should have known' and so no one can call a day or a moment your own your very own

It will never be peaceful until we talk about making peace. It will never prevail until we make ourselves calm It will never be the way of stillness until we practice It will never become tolerant until we share It will never be quiet until we speak well It will never be until we learn values of goodness… It will all keep moving rolling turning into a mess

6- Have We not made the earth habitable? (78- The Event, 6) 7- And the mountains as pegs? (78- The Event, 7) Southern Mountain Range of Baluchistan Pakistan. high majestic rugged,  never wrong protector of faith  fixed and strong challenging stone showing the spark of the sacred call,  saving all,in the ark, shelter for meditation haven for revelation salvation for nations sprouting fountains glory is manifest as pegs they rest crowning grandeur Nature at its best

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 ...

Be it Paris NY  Beirut Peshawar or Islamabad or any other town village or city in the world when people can walk talk eat or drive with ease  beauty rests stays prevails, but only with peace Just like I see you green, manifesting majesty at the foot of Margalla Hills, so others see, that are home to them,  nations of the world who live, breathe, and fly freedom flags unfurled let all be within their own beloved  land green colorful peaceful and grand Oh My City Dear, send full peace everywhere we all live on one Earth, planet created for us all, let us not be oblivious nor close  our eyes, time flies, life dies,  save All, forgive All Truth will triumph not Lies Come peace peace peace for All Spread strong covers  let Light shine bright, tranquility descend remove all dislike, drench all anger  drown all hate, Let Goodwill stand tall.  .  ...