Friday, January 11, 2019

For POETS UNITED 2019 ~ Midweek Motif ~ Starting Over ~ If Ever I Get The Chance ...

     
                                                                 




        If ever I get the chance
        to make a fresh start

        I will go all the way to Rabat-
        wearing a jambart, will keep
        and push a tea -cart, serving all
        in the street and ghat


my currency will be Thai Baht
will make many and sell, tarts
in bazars and all marts
will accept the Burmese Kyat
then love to rest under Green heart
and wish for a trip to Kalat


but before I depart I will
listen to Beethoven and Mozart
fill a large apple cart
dress up very very smart
will go slow not dart
outsmart all,this will be

my restart

    


Tuesday, November 6, 2018

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….

Tuesday, October 30, 2018

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

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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





Tuesday, October 16, 2018

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...