FOR ~ CARPE DIEM EXTRA ~ November 16th 2018 ~ Braving Ice ~ A Cool Haiku

watching mighty mount

stony tower braving ice 

silently snow melts

For IGWRT ~ Tuesday Platform ~ How To Bridge The Gap of Peace

people walk,not all have cars,many go on donkey carts

too heavy for buses or trucks to pass,dogs and sheep

and buffaloes saunter,rather dip in to clean their parts

peering peeping at all who pass or standby to wash cars

buffaloes find peace in water,as sheep find  in passing

donkeys find in crossing continuously,no stopping

drivers find peace peace in clean cars, dogs in running

after vehicles, and I just watch and try to gather joy

that I believe is visible  for I see the freedom

in little acts of life, cleaner safer lighter feeling

peace it is peace it must be,peace for the day

peace ..maybe ..all the way, on the way,on the bridge….

For The POET By DAY ~ Jamie Dedes IN LIEU OF FLOWERS, A POEM ~ Leaving Love as a Precious Gage ~

Wednesday Prompt by Jamie Dedes 

“Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there.

“It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.” Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

کہتے ہیں چاہت اندھی  ہوتی ہے 

یہ دل اور روح  کا لطیف  رشتہ 

اس میں کیا پرکھنا کیا   عمر کا  تقاضا  کرنا  

  جب کوئی  خوشبو   چپکے  سے روح  میں  سما  جا نے

تو کسی  سے  کیا  شکوہ  یا  شکوہ یا شکایت  کرنا 

بس یہ کرنا کے  کہ کسی کو دکھی نہ کرنا 

احترم ن  آخری  بار  پکارا  پھول  آپکو 

اب  آداب  باغے شاہی  تو  سیکھ  لو  پہلے 

پھر کسی  گل  و  شہزادی  کو چاہنے  کی  جرات  کرنا 

دنیا سے چلے جاؤگے  انجم  

کچھ  اپنی  چمکتی  خوشبو 

یھاں  چھوڑ  دینا

پھر  آسمان  پر  جا کر 

سکوں  بھری  چاندنی 

نچھاور کرنا 

love is blind and so we say,it

 finds to the heart and soul -its way-

so why think about age 

why judge  the clayey cage

when  sweet fragrance engulfs

the spirit then lament not, nor

pity thyself nor cry, for 

love is a precious gage

so grieve no heart on Earth

nor make bleak a life

you will soon be away

from struggle trial and strife

before I cease to be I called you

 a flower  a tender rose petal

and now I must learn the laws

of the garden', accept the nettle 

maybe in time I may find

 the  true bright light, till

then on the high night sky

will be to shine , and sigh

so I leave behind some love

some  effulgent fragrance with 

 perpetual  radiance ,remember,

peace is- only with complacence

For The POET by Day ~ Jamie Dedes Wednesday Writing Prompt ~ Melting Into Timelessness ~ Sensing Nothingness "

every moment a tiptoe sounds

I close my eyes to see

as I feel the page

as words take shape and form

my thoughts encircle the song

inside the circle of the dance

is it the dancer or the dance?

Ah! only my soul knows

Only my heart can see-

I close my eyes to look

up from the book

at the love of purity

which is but a scent sweet

I reach out to touch

Nothingness ‘

Ah The presence in Nothingness’

Love of Eternity ‘

Close…

closer than the thorn is to the rose

growing from dust

glowing in the dust

dust to dust we rose

engulfed spirits in time

destined together to repose…

arms spread out to receive

like the scattered petals

of the beloved rose…..

my eyes on the book I close

the dancer moved bent and rose….

life went on, life goes….

far far away, forever...

For The Tuesday Platform for ~ IGWRT ~ So Many Songs Unsung ~

so many poems unwritten sailed through
so many songs unsung flew
and I sat and viewed the sunsets
and the silver lined clouds

and read the figures in the mind
and formed pages and pages of  long
stories visions angels meditating
misty mornings emerging to half

the day gone and so soon
it is afternoon,

and still I smile and muse
as 'Changes creep in...

children are no more around
silence is the faithful companion

in my soul is the musical sound
of life, crush of a falling leaf
shaken sent, to the ground
and I wrap the shawl tight

waiting,hoping to see the unseen

hoping to be in pure divine Light