Thursday, February 26, 2015

For POETS UNITED Midweek Motif ~ Mother Tongue ~ Oh English To Be In England ...

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Mother Tongue

Going to UK Nottingham to be exact
was a dream come true really, in fact
excited to see Robin Hoods Forest n
 Castle and birthplace of DH Lawrence

 soon landed on historical Heathrow 
 expecting to see all English but was
 utterly surprised to see, many Chinese
no sounds of English but just Cantonese

well, lets wait and see...said Churchill...

waiting for passport I saw a blue turban
 uniformed figure coming walking smartly,
 suddenly he spoke
 'Kaur e, Kaure ,aj gaddi naiyun aani'
  Oh he was speaking pure Punjabi''

Oh am I really in England's London? I
was beginning to have some doubts, I 
looked around, late at night the lounge
 was empty, this being the last flight,

'Chalo chalo' '(walk) someone said 'Oh
 who is this speaking Urdu... now I was
sure I was on the wrong plane which had
landed somewhere in the Subcontinent plain

'Come up 'aage aao' I heard, glad to have
the green book back, slung one on shoulder
pulling the other bag, I walked judging the 
exit' all are going...this must be it'

Oh what a relief to see sonny who
smiled happily 'looks weak and skinny'
I thought but he smiled and smiled
his joy expressed without words, any...

Oh Salam how are you ...'kab se kharra
hun..waiting so was the wait 
the medical check..the Punjabi Chinese
 the Indians,from many a land...

I thought I was not really in England...

Oh Mom wait and will hear 
Punjabi speak Punjabi and Kashmiri
Paharri ...(.O wither my MA in ELT? )
Mom you will see the unity in diversity'

and so it was  a real reality
I was in London ...driving Centrally
street lamps glowed  gracefully, flashes
 of Sherlock Holmes came intermittently

I smiled thankfully for I knew I
could speak Urdu Punjabi Pahaarri
and English  I grew up with, I loved,
I found it was now 'Mother Tongue'
of All the Family....

Oh to be in England that Spring is here
''wait and see, just wait....

Friday, February 20, 2015

For POETS UNITED Midweek Motif ~ Glass - (es) ~ 'Like A Light In A Lamp'

Allah is the Light of the heavens and the earth,The parable of His Light is as if there were a niche,And within it a Lamp: The Lamp enclosed in Glass;The glass as it were a brilliant star;Lit from a blessed Tree,An Olive, neither of the East nor of the West,Whose oil is well-nigh luminous, though fire scarce touched it;Light upon Light!Allah doth set forth parables for men: and Allah doth know all things.surah 24:35 Al Nur (The Light)

For The Glass The Light Passes Descends from Poets United

'Her eyen grey as glas' just as
the poet perceived them to be
as if responding to the asking
dark ones, she said,sadly sadly

'I am but a listed item
like multicolored marbles
in a glass jar,placed on a bar
in a shop, for buyers

like framed mirrors hanging
in the malls reflecting anxious
seekers rolling their own
light and dark 'eyen glas'

like specially cut pieces
sharply pointed fixed on
protective walls but as
entrapment for intruders

like empty wine bottles on
the street, struck kicked by
drunk or sober,passerby's
feet, rejected lover's treat 

If only I could be 
my efforts directed
my spirit free, seeking first
the Light of Knowledge
truthfully, spreading and sharing
for peace love friendship
universal tranquility

then I may just be a
tiny particle of myriads
glowing Gems of Glass
in spheres celestial serving
The Creator, and humanity
if destined ordained blessed
... till eternity... 

Photo Credit: Google

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

For Hyde Park Poetry Palace ~ Thursday Poets Rally Week-80 ~ Papers Piling...

cleared stacked and sorted
yet returning,efforts aborted
painful limbs strained back

mind and soul under a terror
attack' Ah' Papers in stack
smiling sliding distorted ...

leave them alone for a while
take coffee soup or ' chaye'
play a slow tune on wi-fi  

but well, Oh I wonder why
how does this happen I cry
tears drop feet swell hairs fly'

am I correct ? Oh English Dear
why do you create this fear 
Grammar error writing clear...

papers I love and pencils more
draw compose poems or prose
keeping all nothing to dispose

but soon the piles become miles
high or low up and down they go
it is all like a dump before you know

papers piling ...teacup smiling...
papers piling poems a calling...
The clock..tis 12 slipper...

Poetry Palace ....I am coming....
Dreaming ....writing....falling

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

For Magpie Tales ~ Mag 257 ~ 'Gift Me A Claymore ~

looked all around, 
kept chawing
not realizing that 
my jaw was tiring-

lor! just look at the floor
makes me all sore
O Lord please send me a 
Markhor, to nibble away,

and gift me a claymore
to slash clean the rough 
tough rubbish, enough
Enough' I say

It is warm, work heavy
I am weary and sweaty
Oh the vacuum cleaner
feels loaded and 'meaner'

upstairs and downstairs,hey
 what was that? I sway
the hose fell to disobey
Oh horror, my clothes ?

O machine' like the knave
of hearts-took them
clean away-there ended
my chores of the day....

Monday, February 9, 2015

For Hyde Park Poetry Palace ~ Thursday Poets Rally Week 80 ~ (Feb 4 -Feb 17, 2015) ~ O Sleek Saggital ~

I Nominate Poet

Alissa Meredith Jill Osborn Schapiro

Thursday Poets Rally - Week 80 -

My Valentine Poem

O' Sleek Saggital Pointed Princess
I admire Thee 
O' Thou  essential elegant element
 perhaps Herchel discovered Thee
 in the celestial spheres
 and startled even Great Quetzalcoatl'

O' Impartial Modern Medieval Marker'
I fully admire thee'
so influential sciential,you have
 great potential to draw the form

O' Lead Laden Vital 
I admire thee much
In royal grandeur I hold
in all colors behold"
friendly social and above all
nothing ever controversial

O Pencil Princess I admire Thee'
You are forever in my company