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


like
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' 















SARA FATIMA MIR- CHILDHOOD FUN