Tuesday, December 28, 2010

My world is where I am


My world is where I am,

sorting the real and the scam
amidst visions of the recent dreams
haunting the mind in flashes
sounds dull and fierce screams,
time feels still and time fast flies
I try to stop the tears and the cries.
In vain, my world crumbles
As in my dreams I stumble
                   As thunder roars across the skies,


‘I have a dream” Ah
And I had dreams’, I am a dream,
I dreamt in pain, as down came the rain


My world , flooded to the brim
Chances of survival , thin and grim
I struggled and gasped for breath


A muddy slushy powerful gush
Of Death, reigned supreme,
A loud shout and a sharp scream
Twists and turns and a sudden hush!
Life was still , warm was the blood,




I woke up
And I understood-The Lord was Merciful
And I had time to do more Good.

Monday, December 27, 2010

MY POETRY BLOG: The Silent Carriage-Inspiration from John Keats O...

MY POETRY BLOG: The Silent Carriage-Inspiration from John Keats O...: "What cart is this? what Roman or Ancient Red Indian Shaped carriage, royal or classic or roaming on the range where the buffaloes run where..."

The Silent Carriage-Inspiration from John Keats Odes


What cart is this?
what Roman or Ancient Red Indian Shaped
carriage, royal or classic or roaming on the range
where the buffaloes run
where horses gallop rough
and race the stagecoach strange;
where for miles no soul can be seen
where cries of YUHOO , Hiyaah
sound in the valley
with snapping cracks of the whip;
where shooters hide in the alley
but now tis silent
still and cold, where is the coachman
brave and bold, no horses no reins
no travellers for the gains,
parked aside in red and white,
yet, its grandeur still abides.
'Away Away, no horses neigh
No oil burns the lamp, bright-
I do see a group huddled n hooded
rubbing their hands,long boot footed,
what plans , what journeys, what rides
A mystery masks the man in the dark
and so is the  silent empty carriage, parked.

Photo Credit to Salman Wajahat Dar-Boston USA