Wednesday, August 24, 2016

For Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Blessings ~~ Sound Sleep No Pain ~


 sound sleep no pain, on the fresh green grass
I have walked and lain,lush sweet scented

trees swinging gracefully I have seen,felt
 the sun with the breeze cool not too hot,

feeling alive after grief and sorrow,losing
dear ones,but getting more with morrow

eyes to read books and see,hearing music
of the spheres, birds gliding chirping

flowers smiling,children playing laughing
singing,joyful pleasures spreading, and yet

 there was day and night fear and fright
as I also lived with loss of speech and sight

helpless to help one with no help or sense
nor remedy for the agony that followed hence

life is a blessing with no shoes,if you have feet
to walk and legs to stand, a family to love

and prayers and grace from above, freedom
to write and food enough to share

then I may say that one is blessed, countless
graces are more than this,we cannot count

many we miss...so if there is  enough and 
life is not tough,add more chairs to the table

open the doors of your heart and soul
to truth honesty loyalty and enable

other lives towards being stable, give
and share and be grateful -Pray for All

so ye be more blessed before the final fall.....

Monday, August 15, 2016

For POETS UNITED ~ Poetry Pantry #315 ~ ...My Home Land Kashmir Bleeds


River Jhelum SRINAGAR Indian Held Kashmir


SIRINAGAR  City By the River Jhelum


Maha Raja's Palace Srinagar Indian Held Kashmir


My homeland bleeds , blood is black 
Freedom shackled Freedom fettered

my people suppressed, sprayed with
bullets, tear gas and pellets,scattered

innocents blinded youth martyred
women girls half widowed,dreams

shattered, Kashmiri Lives Mattered
Allah creates Life,Kashmiri Lives Matter, 

I am free but I should care, raise voice
 Cry Out for Justice, not merely chatter

O My People Fighting with Faithful Hope
with stones and bricks facing smoke,spattered

I too am in fetters, but not my heart spirit
and pen,I send my words of prayers faster

signs of freedom near, appear in visions
chains will break, as guns and flags fall

Truth stands clear and tall, white is black
Not long not long before Freedom is back'


This is the Fifth Generation of the Kashmiri People fighting for their Right to Freedom the Right to Vote, their Liberty from Indian Occupation,shedding blood as each day people are being shot with pellets,injuring the bodies specially the eyes.May Allah send help as soon as possible Forgive us all
and let the world be aware of innocent killing of young and old women and children...Hope Hope and Hope Lives ....





Tuesday, July 26, 2016

~ For Brenda's Wordle ~ 258 ~ Oceans Have No Borders'








vast boundless is the ocean 
sending in endless tidal waves small
and strong, fast and soothing
when the feet are wet one feels
like under a spell ...
but what is this spell? 
who sends this comforting call ?
Look! Look again as far as the eye
takes you, no end will you see
nor a break nor a branch nor 
a spin' who holds the boundless cup
filled so blue and filled always
so true,no spin no spell
coming in free, giving life well
as creatures dive and rise up...
swim float eat in their liquid
enriched world'
what trip can man make? sail
and race,dive and swim same
as creatures deep down
but no this is not for him
First life in water born,water is 
death,as he may drown
same water grave for many-
strange spell stranger smell,
smell ? can anyone smell life?
sinking sliding descending to
the bed,rotting dead,dissolved
rusted, some for admonition
some for travel..so make a trip
strong faith strong vessel seek
the truth search the oceans...
you will not meet any borders...

Challenge wordle words

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

~~ By The River of K.... With The Unseen ~

My decision is not new,since

I have learnt to decide, 

nor my inner self trouble,

since I have learnt to analyse;

it is easier now to get over feelings

hurt or saddened,painfully burdened-

I walked and walked and walked,


and thought…one more step and

I would reach the pure water spring,

brief known journey came to an end,

my feet touched Mother Earth-

it was a beautiful afternoon

there was a time I had transport in which,

I would be dropping friends,colleagues and their kids

that was my time, I could do that

that was my memory,this,my experience,

that came wafting touching the clayey frame, 

painlessly, then flooding the heart-

I stood for a while, looking,

as the water flowed,in the river


under the bridge, the vulnerable bridge…why are

bridges made? to connect? No. To break connections?

cannot say,well , just to pass over to the other end-

looking at the Korang River, for a while I lost

sense of time-the water flowed and I stood still-


water always did,it always will, sometimes high

sometimes low-I did not know where

to go, I did not feel the Earth under my feet

how long was I,present  in that small seat,

moments not long,but the last ever to be


I saw Nothingness staring back at me-

till I could no more see, nothing red,

till the trembling subsided,nothing white, nor blue..

Hey you? can I drop you?many cars

 passed, people stared through

the windows,unsmiling faces raced by

hurrying to their destinations. and why ?


a strange lady with a bag, changing hands,

shifting the load, had to be carried,

walking all by herself  looking peaceful 

but carrying a turbulent storm 

‘turn now,move on,like the river, be like

the bridge,connect and remain in quietude

I walked…felt numb, thoughtless with acceptance,

happy moments are brief,short lived,yet they come

leaving fleeting memories-

walking helped the heavy spirit but lightened

not the load…mistake mistake mistake-

‘you crossed the line-turn turn turn’

walk walk walk…till you can…

the sun came closer,

pouring love with its rays,drenching me

in a comforting warmth

Nature Loves us deeply, we know not…

I turned stepped on,step by step,step by step

distance unmeasured, no desert can be measured

deserted desert ,mirage unseen,

This is The Unseen

The Nothingness became visible,

 I walked -I felt Peace 

I saw the Unseen I saw Peace I saw love descending 

from above-then more -the resurrection, the road the river

and I were moving,walking flowing together

in the same…..direction

Monday, May 23, 2016

Toys Matter ~~- A Train-A Journey-A Vision ~



Played with cars 'dinkies' 
they were called
by their size so small
lined up all, at a station...but favorite
the train,putting all on track
set in cars bogies attached,no fall

the journey began, carrying the load
round and round the track like a road
going nowhere then 
but in vision,a future now in real

how toys play and play a part
 are they the keys from the start?