Wednesday, November 15, 2017

For POETS UNITED Midweek Motif ~ Meteor Shower ~ One Or A Shower Far Away ~

67.5. And, indeed, We have adorned the lowest heaven (the heaven of the world) with lamps (stars), and made (out of) them missiles to drive away devils; and for them, We have prepared (in the Hereafter) the punishment of the Blaze.

a world of deception
a world of truth
a world of nature
a world of perception

beauty is truth and truth' beauty'
Glory of the Creator manifest
in Light, sun or moon'
in nightly jewels best'

a world of wonder
a sky of thunder
Good thrown asunder
Of Man's  first blunder?

shall it be then grace?
when changed was the face
taking the forbidden 'lace'
and defying glorious space?

meteor or a shooting star 
flying stone of fire is one  afar
a missile sent,on evil bent on
 obdurate pride, clear or haar, 

imagine if it is a meteor shower
how much pride, terror hate 
would cover and infest  
 the world's rose flower bower?

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

For POETS UNITED Midweek Motif ~ Animals ~ Furry Caretaker ~

no desire to roll

or prance

contentment replete

in form and fur

silent breath

silent purr

guarding the door

on barren floor

profound faith

defying death_

my love have seen

no desire for more,

to heaven I’ve been

back with orders

to guard a spirit 

with the invisible


Friday, September 29, 2017

For POETS UNITED Midweek Motif ~ Rising Above '~ You Can Only Rise If ...~

loved the homeland

played in the sand
a few steps were a mile ,
 story books faithful silent companions
twinkling jewels friends at night

loved the constellations 

woke up, rising loved the sunlight warm
loved the school learning farm
fell from the tricycle injured the knee
cried limped but rose to ride a bigger wheel

loved to drive

 the jeeps no motorbikes though
CJ5, Willys Toyotas, Oh Dear-
time slipped, walls houses became smaller
workload increased so did the traffic

felt the strain and stress

revelation realization presence
of pain loss and fear, set in
blackouts sirens guns fired
shattered peace as conflict began

college did not stop, nation united
defeated the enemy, father at war front,
mother and I silently patiently held on
staying strong, praying 

missed the homeland Kashmir
and now this land?  Rise Above '
this is life, freedom' a blessing'

'pewasta reh shajar se umeed e bahar rakh' 
Allama Iqbal's poetry inspired again
let go not the rope of Hope n Faith
'momin ho to be tegh bhi larrta hai sipahi'
a true believer can fight without weapons

I can only rise if I first kneel
my mission of life must  be to heal
soothe comfort others in need
A Voice said 
You can only rise if  you stay low
 be just  and before the One Almighty, bow'.

Friday, September 15, 2017

For Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Reunions ~ Returns ~ A Union Has A Reunion ~


In  Life 

a lost slipper found under the bed
forming the pair, comfortably walking away

elderly man and wife leaving for heaven
minutes apart

birds excited choral twittering
filling the foliage,clutching holding on
to twigs, soon silent reunited till dawn

every sunset at the horizon, behind the range
every raindrop's  joyful merging in the ocean
every fruit ripened bursting, fallen
every dinner floor cloth, table abuzz
engulfed in giggling aromas whispers
receding into serene nightly quietude

a darkened descent into an unseen dream

'in the beginning is the end' 

Monday, May 8, 2017

NAPOWRIMO 2017~ Day Twenty Four ~ Soft Smile ~

Poem on a Work of Art

Image result for MONA LISA

Your soft smile,with shining eyes
Expressing a thought that lies,
Deep inside, a world, so full,
Of love and all things, beautiful;
These memories will linger, in my mind,
Bringing lovely sounds in silent times,
Brushing away sorrow and fear,
A cold sigh or a tiny tear;
Oh, why the chains of cruel time
Force me away from these peaceful thoughts
to realizations, so drear and dull;
Is there anything new and great
Outside my little world so straight,
Fresh like the morning dew
Scented like the beautiful rose,
Making me happy,
like your lovely smile.

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

For Gillena Cox ~ St James Trinidad and Tobago ~ Monday WRites 98 ~ Clarity in the Clouds

Monday or any day is the day
when dawn breaks bright
breaking darkness it brings all to sight

I keep glancing absorbing 
silent shadows outside
grateful to be alive

able to perceive Monday or any day
the clarity in the skies
broken only by amazing forms

 reflecting purity in flight
up high outloud,see
the majestic clarity

in the clouds, Monday or any other day

Monday, February 20, 2017

For IGWRT ~ Micro Poetry ~ And The Moon ~

and the moon came early shining to show
its presence...have you ever wondered
why it is always so calm ?
see the day has been so warm 
taking the toll energy and heat
sweaty is the body tired,the feet
and the moon comes in,cool
silently to fill the vacant pool
with soothing loving light
staying on till it is the end of night.... 

For Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ~ And the Moon and the Stars and the World"

many a night and day have
I seen the beauty
and grace it keeps its place
this night it was special


darkness descended chasing 
the Golden Light
turning evening into night-
night cannot take over day
nor day can over run night

the moon shines, indebted to the
great source,half running its course
and the stars as jewels and guides
show  travelers on the seas,the ways
to new lands ..
this night as I looked up I
saw  the moon,it was not alone
a companion in the dark skies
what a blessing and a soothing
message ...
See the Light suspended as
a lamp, cutting the darkness ...

I then saw the smile of the star
even from so far
assurance love and comfort 
is around ..just open the heart 
soul and spirit, to receive it...
Look up and smile back'
The Moon has eyes.....

FOR ~ Carpe Diem #1159 Matto, Birthplace of Chiyo-Ni ~ Poems Enwreathed ~

colored flower bloomed bright
making morning day and night
poems enwreathed enshrined

Tribute to Chiyo-Ni

Thursday, February 16, 2017

For ~ imaginary garden with real toads ~ Artistic Interpretations - Immigrant Portraits~ Carried Across Barbed Wires ...

...In response to this wonderful historical prompt I am sharing an excerpt from my unpublished book on Hasan Family History...Migration from Kashmir to Pakistan 1930s-1950s

About grand Father, tell us about him… 
Grand Father Maulvi Mohammed Hasan was born in 1892 in Jammu Kashmir.Migrated from Kashmir due to famine.’‘Famine?

Here I have brought in information about the Great Famine which caused many Kashmiris to leave
their land.Many shifted to Amritsar Gujranwala in Punjab and to Sialkot near the border.Dr Ernest Neve’ writes in his book ‘Beyond the Pir Panjal’ Famine 1877-1879.In some parts of the valley including Srinagar it is said that population reduced by more than half.Heavy rain fell in Autumn before the crops were gathered in. The rice and maize which are the staple foods, rotted.During the Winter the rains continued.The cattle died from want of food.’

Spring harvest failed due to bad weather. The authorities made a fatal mistake and ordered a house to house search for seed grain.People hid the seed grains for their own eating,this aggravated the situation. Famine continued til October 1879.

There is a Kashmiri saying ‘Haki’mas ta hakimas nishh- tachhtan khodayo’ O God save me from physicians and rulers’.The rulers heavily taxed the local people taking from their produce ,earnings and wheat, etc which left hardly anything for the peasant worker or the agriculturist. In the famine,people ate oil-cake, rice, chaff, bark of elm and yew and even grasses and roots.They became absolutely demoralized like ravenous beasts,Those who died could be seen as corpses lying in the streets and open spaces, or pulled and dragged into holes where dogs kept wandering sniffing and eating.’Pestilence and cholera broke out and whatever edible stuff was available was extremely expensive, prices were sky high’.
1888-1892 Srinagar was a City of Dreadful Death’ it was previously known as ‘the Venice of the East’but now small pox spread all over killing many children…thus child population became the most affected. (Contributed)

Father continued the historical story and I was all ears for it.

‘Yes,the Famine affected large areas of India for two years.In the second year it spread towards the North. Yes, and he went to Shakkar Garrh Tehsil Sialkot.After some time,do not remember exactly how much,  he started living in Mohallah Dabgran ..Street Dabgran. My Grandfather Mohammed Azam was a Religious Teacher and a Muslim.He taught Religion –mainly the Quran to soldiers of the J&K State Army. Father Mohammed Hasan passed his matriculation from Jammu and graduated from Prince of Wales College Jammu.Had the honor of being the first Muslim Science graduate of Kashmir. His subjects were Geology Mathematicss and English. He passed the B Sc exam in 1913. Then went on to get his degree of Batchelor of Training from Central Training College Jammu.

And when did he start teaching Father?
‘Oh after he passed his training course he was immediately employed by the State Government.he was posted to Gilgit as Head Master of the Anglo Vernacular High School in 1914 for three years. After completing the term he was posted back to Srinagar as Second Master.His next posting was again to Gilgit in 1917 the World War was still going on…Father became a widower with two children Aziz Firdaus and Sakina Bibi…

‘when did he marry grand mother, Father?
Well, there was a good honest educated officer working in the PWD (Public Works Department) Mr Abdul Qadir Qureshi he was an Overseer, he had a daughter Wazir Begum…Father married Wazir begum and they both lived in Gilgit till 1930, when they left for Jammu….

Father your birthplace is Gilgit isn’t it?
Yes…Father was promoted to Assistant Inspector of Schools Jammu in July 1931. My mother Wazir Begum,your grandmother whom you never saw, was not happy to live in the hot weather city.She mentioned this to one of her friends, whose father happened to be  the Education Minister Sir Syed Hussain and one day Father was posted back to Kashmir. It was learnt later that Grandmother Wazir Begum had requested for transfer help…

1932 Father Hasan posting came as Asstt Inspector of Schools Mirpur, yet the weather played its part and Father came back to Islamabad Anantnag Kashmir in 1933
Why is it that Kashmiris cannot bear hot weather, Father?
‘well, perhaps they have always lived in colder regions more that is why…Father’s pay was just Rs150 per month, then. Alas, general poverty prevailed in Kashmir at the time…still not fully recovered from the famine….

Please, what happened then….My father lying on his bed kept talking slowly,telling me in bits and pieces, in short phrases,taking in deep breaths at times… how much he must be missing his childhood home, his town his friends and his native land…I was slowly realizing that feeling….

‘Father(Mohammed Hasan) served  in the capacity of Town Inspector in the field of Education in the State.Further to this he was appointed Special Inspector of Schools for the Mohammedan Education…the founder of this was the Ferozesons Group.

Father Mohammed Hasan soon made a mark in the field of education by his dedicated work and competency in teaching.He was selected to attend the ‘Conference on Habba Khatoon’ at Banares India,  where he presented a Seminar. This program was relayed on the radio as well.
Father was quiet for some time.I kept sitting for I had promised myself to know as much as possible about the early years of migrating to Pakistan. This was a golden chance.

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

For dVerse Poets Pub ~ Inner Recesses ~


what is this burden

stillness in beat ,

bleeding through

the inner recesses ...

I seek Light, It may make it light

I seek warmth it may console it

I seek peace it may soothe it

I seek silence it may stable it

where are all these I need

in inner recesses or outside

in the blue skies

in the white clouds

in colored rainbows

or in green grasslands

in inner recesses is

a voice whispering

a beat warning

a flow living

a life growing

a spirit gifted

Ah tis the spirited heart

But I parted with it, surrendered it

to The Majestic

Praying that it may be cleaned

filled with patience

filled with warmth filled with love

filled with forgiveness

filled with truth and all good

so that I may be Light

in ..inner recesses

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

FOR PEACE....When Peace is Just Round the Corner

when peace is just round the corner
which corner? a voice whispers...the unseen
in the fog creeps silently sails by

when silence is just broken by chirps
which birds? a voice whispers...the silent
trees sad yet sturdy stay fixed

when food is scarce in shops full
which bazaar? a voice whispers... the hungry
on the road wipes the tears dry

when every night dogs bark and keep
barking...who is it...a voice whispers
unseen spirit prowls...keep praying

Saturday, February 4, 2017

For VERSES by Gillena Cox ~ Trinidad ~ No Gold No Decor ~

A voice inside the soul speaks 
So many times, I have lost count
I have rushed to meet the unseen
and found messages in the serene

skies,shining radiant glowing
I have cried and received love
peaceful blue white and yet dark
too,but blocking the evil hue

stay safe be safe, see the truth
the light,how the nest is held
in the thin fragility aloft, open

a home secure,wings to reach
family and rest,food to feed
no gold no decor nor breach
yet all for life and all for need

and the the grail is manifest
we must pray and pass the test
trees birds clouds and light
will shine,hold the rope tight,

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Monday, January 30, 2017

For ~ Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Change ~ Unnoticed It Comes and ...

Change is Eternal
Change is Natural

Unnoticed it sails in, silently,
 soon golden effulgence radiates 
celestial spheres

Looks beautiful!
Hope shines through!
Life is beautiful,so true'

Is that M..... in gilded boat
floating down river Korang
 escorted by unseen fairies?

how vain are all false glories
all the pains, do change..but
 keep good humor and good sense

clouds overcast,all must fade
'painted or unpainted' but
unnoticed grace descends

Looks beautiful!
Hope shines through!
oh, its already elevenses 

I do not wish to be the change'
she said,'unnoticed it comes
with love,prayers intense

change for peace not turmoil
  change for flowers not the fire
          change for freedom not for fence...

 evenings chill, oil incense
floats, winter dusk in
mists in nature condense

Looks beautiful!
Hope shines through!
presence in pleasance 

unnoticed life changes 
 radiance divine consonance
key to happiness is acceptance

Life is beautiful! 
engulfed in fragrance  
benumbed by sillage sweet,
 cadences sooth in absence ~

I do not wish to be the change
It prevails unnoticed,a
blessing,beneficent beneficence ~

Life is beautiful ! 

Thursday, January 19, 2017

For IGWRT ~ The Tuesday Platform ~ Peaceful Places ~


Majestic Hsi ever flowing 
and on its high banks 
graceful Bacchae may be seen

Indus Nile Ganges Danube 
sacred springs shebeen'
guarded by the undine ?

who are these living bodies?
real? spirits? super celestial?
maybe but all seek one !

Peace serenity eternal
do we find it in water?
where lies the magic key?

Come Come Come
under the shadow of the tree
roots fixed sturdily 

cold warm wind or storm
faithful is the norm
since eternity

salvation from the cave
 Light revealed under
the tree

plant  plant plant 
a tree shade fruit and peace
food fuel and company

a tree forever is peace for ever

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

For POETS UNITED ~ Midweek Motif ~ The Door' ~~ Shadow less Door

this door is too small,
fit for a rabbit or a mouse
but am I too tall or
 big or big minded, or ...

what is that?what? a key? will
it open the door for me?

there is only One
who has a key to every lock 
in every door,and a lock
for every key..

like an inner eye there is
an inner door,
when colorless,it shines
when smudged it whines

when peaceful,it's silent
when painful it beats
when banged it's still
when broken it bleeds

when pure it's elegant
when patient,shadow less
Shadowless in the sun? stranger 
still in constant revolution...

what great Doors are these
The Door of the Night
Faery and Elf Doors
Forbidden Doors and more
Ali Baba's Door,

no more no more

My feet are heavy my spirit walks
in snow fall cold,what do I hold
in the deep recesses of the Chamber
with doors,four....? I know not

how much, how many keys more 
I need, of kindness charity forgiveness_
will I be able to clean the dark mess
and push hard enough with selflessness?

no 'eat me' 'drink me' will work but only 
no Hercules Nor Ulysses nor Poseidon 
No Icarus will carry high ...

to open to release the weight of sin
known and unknown and  shut away the din
of painful lament, cries of repentance
woes misery despair of ungrateful stance?

clutching fainting holding on
a handful of smiles a morsel of love
all my treasure but a certain measure
last minute knowledge of  Truth Above

may save may save ..will save I turned never 
to look back and again Fall
I am too tall for the green door
in the invisible wall...
save me He will If I am good and still
do not cause pain nor deceive nor kill...

hope mercy  a vision of a Greater Open Door
drags me along...and where there never was
a shadow...the doorslowly creaked open
 in sight

darkness unraveled space vast lit up bright
blinding Light rainbow rays of day and night
I succumbed into the soft wings of Merciful Flight

far below left open the door
to let love peace freely flow...
no more dark shadow no more, no...