For POETS UNITED Midweek Motif ~ Celebrate~

winter snow poem

in cold, grief  snow bound encapsulated
crushed fallen swept foliage separated
branches heaving moaning  sighing
I , like the brave trunk stiff but

December last days,ending or drifting
to  new beginnings, dreary evenings
what is to be celebrated, one is thinking
it is a time of gathering and blessing…

bloodshed blasts ,death blows through
North East North West North South North
does not stop- by benumbing weather
death knows not barbed wire or border

why celebrate the coming of Peace when
peace is not belief,when straff and strife
is here there and everywhere, then, do
do we really love or care for human life “?

Celebrate with joy in white and red
white is a shroud and blood is red
spirits rise, bodies lie, darkened sky
players play with arms’ held high-

I seek Peace and Holy Peace will come!
we pray and decorate honor and wait’
‘O People do not stop to Celebrate’ the
Gift of Life, let the Bells Ring, anticipate

bury the hate for black or white
world is a rainbow ‘ day or night
think stop think no one is winning’
Hark, I feel, Someone Blessed is Coming’

Know now the reason the time, not, is late’
Time to Be Happy Time to Celebrate , Celebrate

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For POETS UNITED Midweek Motif ‘Narcissus’ ~

 

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if one in oneself be so engrossed
so as not to hear the soft tap
of a falling leaf just broken
and blown away,
not knowing its
way,

 

and we in our lustful hunger
hold on to the temporal stay
lying deception bold, astray
O’ deceived,innocent blunder’

dipped in Lethe, gaze fixed
forgetful love oblivious that
stagnancy is death, while
celestial stars in motion,live

humans differ from reptiles?
reflections do not reflect’ –
‘mirror mirror ‘or water water
let’s analyse in retrospect-

“Allama Mohammed Iqbal Poet of The East wrote
Here’s the couplet from the poem,’ The Renaissance of Islam (طلوع اسلام):

Hazaron Saal Nargis Apni Benoori Pe Roti Hai
Bari Mushkil Se Hota Hai Chaman Mein Didahwar Paida’
Translation:

For thousand years the narcissus was lamenting its lack of luster;
With great difficulty the one with true vision is born in the garden

self love leads to destruction
true faith lost, is in  peace ..obstruction’
Let Bacchus reign,
then usher in pain
nothing prevails but frustration

Reflected light  of the moon,
acceptance shines through
Ptolemaeus,

lustrous beauty
hides the shadows, lit is the world
from Antartica to Attu.

 

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie ~ First Line Friday -September 15th 2017~

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“Well, I didn’t want tea anyway.”

it was long past the hour, it was no use looking at the golden wrist watch again and again, the golden tinge now appeared a bit rusty… she twisted the chain and readjusted the closing clip and hoped no one around had noticed…

but her anxiety had been observed…

‘take out your diary and jot some notes,remember JKR? you want to be like her, you always wanted to write and be like a famous writer…writing begins anywhere I mean at any table , it needs a will a decision a determination….you are a treasure of imaginative ideas

I know I know, but writing  is with a cup …I mean of tea …a cup of tea? ah a natural combination but

what happened to your love of tea?

it was… poisoned.’

poisoned? you must be joking  but uh uh how? how on Earth did this happen?

does it matter now?’ her voice flat and emotionless, ‘not only poisoned but ‘erased’,you know what this means? and a new brand… the killer’s favorite… was imposed like…like..martial law rule…it must be prepared everyday, early morning…no breakfast without it…writing also has been ill suffering again and again…it is quite weak now…how will it gain strength when intermittently the ink bottle spills its contents, the nib breaks and the pencils are broken…fetters over fetters…. my tea was a miracle…the black tiny grains would turn into an amazing brazen gold, stimulating aromas rising engulfing the spirit with a sweetened fragrance…but  ….this new brand…?

what color is it?

‘feminine ..baby….salty….milky…popular with many…but….

‘it is not that bad is it,you can always have your own….

well, THAT is the cup’ having your own cup..having your own timely sip having your own sigh in the sweet fumes…own is over, own changes…own is taken over..own is no longer own’…tea has a flavor of its own, a time of its own…a spirit…of its own an inspiration, a companionship….it is not the tea…do you get…can you see?  where are you? there is no one here..uh….waiting no more…

well, I didn’t want tea,anyway’

 

A Story A Day ~ 7 ~ Landlocked Home locked,Lock up, Lock down…

“I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.”
― Virginia Woolf

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‘are you preparing a grammar lesson? sounds like one…’up down,…out….’

well, these words do refer to positions and are known as prepositions of place but in our country English is a foreign language though many use it..er..in all its forms..even slang…it is also called ESL….

ESL?

yes, English as a second language…I will add my definition…ahem..English is a locked language..ha ha..see!

why locked and how locked? now languages are important means of conveying..er..thoughts and needs and wants…er..and so much more…..

‘well locked it is,like Alice…she was locked in Wonderland…and so are we locked in Language in our land…English is ‘angrezi’ gullabi’ some call it pink…Queen’s English …BBC English…Court English..American English and now Singapore English…and so on..it is all getting so entangled…so this makes my land ..a ‘wonderland’ doesn’t it?

Image result for alice in wonderland language I can even identify Tweedledum and Tweedledee in my country….so that makes it even more adventurous…wow…super..thinking…ideas..hey I hope the cat is looking….

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and so we are not so landlocked by land as much as by language…

‘this is indeed interesting…and then you must have a Queen too..?

well yes,sort of..a royal family we do have…I think in a free country we all are royal..as we are free..freedom is itself royalty, I believe…

no pack er..deck of cards for fighting…defending …protecting….’

well every one needs protection from evil of numerous kinds..evil is true and present everywhere….specially in sweet attractive pleasure giving things….so we have our cards..er..I mean guards….

and so you still say you are locked….

Freedom gained but enchained by language….and now we look for keys…keys to the door of freedom..the search is on….and so we are planting more trees to make a jungle, and then in that jungle we shall seek among the trees, the lost box of keys…in shady trees we might find peace,we will find peace, we will find fruit,we will find water..

Water?

yes we need to counter the DRINK ME’?

Drink…yes, Ah..but that you have found…what’s that you say…ZAALIMA………pilaa de…..

hey see I told you we are locked……..

the Key the Key..the DRINK the DRINK..is to blame…….’

attend a wedding dinner..you get all food ..freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..think about this…….

For POETS UNITED ~ Midweek Motif ~ Kindness ~ A Mask Temporary ~

IMG_20170314_180150_494 Divinity thou art true kindness.

Warmth from the star in coolness

Nature’s love in loving caress

Stable land, motion in smoothness

So humans can walk or run sit or stand

Divinity thou art truly kind.

Kindness in a smile

a mask temporary, a touch on the cheek, a greeting,

mockery, a wave from the window,deception meeting…

kindness thou may rest in the heart, and flow from the eyes

filling an empty bowl to fill an empty stomach…

Kindness thou art care

Kindness thou art rare

a mask temporary…to gain publicity, filling a ballot box next time

taking over command,illegal reign, control and crime,all is mine’

Kindness thou art cruel,

laughing in the duel, a mask temporary, a salute a handshake,

an image a suit, a speech, vows and promises, no bread but cake

Kindness thou art unfair…

Kindness true,in the sky so blue

when the moon shines through

when birds all sing for me and you

Kindness is a gift and a divine virtue.

For POETS UNITED Midweek Motif-Fear- In Perspective…

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                                      “Know that the friends of God have no fear nor are they sad.” Surat Yunus (10), Verse 62:

 

 

Sinking suddenly inside the heart,pangs of tremors, fingers cold feet unstable

thoughts of hurt just crossed the mind, unknown sounds beat against the skin

it is nothing,stay calm,pray and it will go,recite a dirge,bow down low,or just sit

dust is dust,hard is the stone if it hits,blood may flow,shaking ground,caving in’,

 

this feeling deep inside is called fear,good or bad,praiseworthy or blameworthy

bastion of faith, the elixir of piety, weapon of a believer, first fear  is momentary,

alive, overpowering controlling holding preventing guiding protecting saving

fear screams fear shields fear is honor grace respect allegiance and faith sturdy

 

if faith is strong then nothing is wrong,knowledge abides of good and right

fear keeps law in sight,discipline in fright,safety in purpose and at night

so let there be fear in pure honesty for praiseworthy is for our eventual good

blessings blessings blessings …with fear good to stay on the right steady and tight

 

see the power blocked by a cloud,fleeting darkness then sunshine bright

this is how fear works ,with faith and joy in the sky , we need to perceive

believe believe believe pray pray pray, gratitude every day every day everyday

fear is good do not fear, fear itself is spiritual hope,keep hoping come what may

A Story A Day ~3~ Feline Friends Appear’ The Name was Yoda’

So much can be written about these friendly felines of my life.I wonder often about the purpose and the reason.There always is one strange mysterious having a metaphysical connection…supernatural communication,unknown protection and spiritual companion….and ,well…..

Today my story is about the cats that come by themselves.I have named the latest..’Allah Ditti’…Later I came to know that I should call it ‘Allah Ditta’….the real name being Yoda’…..

There is one here too’ I heard my son say…’where? …hardly a week in the new house and a grey cat appears in the porch…’she seems frightened…I thought…at first but day by day as another week passed she made her place in the small back porch…a regular visitor…the pictures below show the cats that appeared in our house in Rawalpindi…we left the place in 2014 December …severely cold winter that gave me partial pneumonia…but also recorded a family get together-dinner…

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I have long known that cats have always been close.They come by themselves and keep watch,guard and try to communicate…the photographs below are recent…October 2016..14589699_10154585636700747_7498798443233540404_o img_20170117_152236_577

we shifted to a third house in this area near Insaf street …people say we are IK’s neighbors and IK does not know…maybe some day I will walk up the hill for a visit….one day I noticed the limp…she was cared for with milk and a soft cushion…she stayed till she felt better…I was so happy to see the cured leg…and how she was happy too…rolling on her back with joy purring loudly …wanting to play more and more….and so one day she pushed her way inside the house…Oh dear’ this cannot be allowed..I felt sad for her..but somehow it made me uncomfortable….

I noticed that she would sit outside the door on the steps…then on the car bonnet..happy and satisfied…but we did not own it ..Yoda had to be home where she belonged….and so one day the neighbor’s son came and carried her away

I have not seen her for the last two days….strange but I am missing Yoda …

how is it that a small animal can be so loving soft and playful….and human beings….well….strangers are around too….