And Then Nothing …Or was there…

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you have to cross the narrow bridge,the bridge open from both sides
oh dear,is it dangerous ? no not really, drive carefully and you will be
fine,do not look left and right’ you know the rules,you must abide…
why do bridges built once are left incomplete? risky

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….

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A Tree Forever, is Peace Forever.

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

Indus Nile Ganges Danube
sacred springs …no 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
…yes
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

Is Peace Found in Playing Cricket

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Earth spins silently,storms rage around, high in the sky all around

Earth is like a ball yet it holds all,miracle of nature serving all

my quest for peace struck a sudden chord, I saw the truth

in the Fall- it is the hitting of the ball…red,white and now pink

oh why did I not ever before about it….think….

peace peace there you are,as with all smiles you are fair

the bat the wicket the round circular ground…the joy of

hitting the energy of running..the satisfaction of achievement

just twenty two yards…ovation attraction applause wonder

ah what fun what joy what happiness what peace..

I guess I found a place of peace ..do you agree..

No Justice No Peace

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No justice no peace

Who will make ease on this green land

where lost is the way

pirates are back,

looters are back

are different colonists back too

rising from the depths

of deliberate ruins

of deadened  cities

of enslaved helpless beings

where dogs bark all night

at unseen spirits

morning dawns with routines

depressed people head for courts

seeking answers relief and justice

but who files cases ,who files reports

a voice raised…can you hear?

no justice no peace….

No justice No Peace…..

Hear Ye…..

April Farewell’~Memories Strike ~Poetry Lives On~

For our final prompt, we’re featuring Kavyastream, where the final poem is a ghazal translated from Urdu!

Translation of an Urdu nazam….

jab yaad se yaad takraati hai…..

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When memories strike,hit heavily the heart
pain flows out from the eyes-what links are these of
soul and spirit,body still,cold,breath on hold-
then they- in love find thought and mind helpless
and seek restfulness for perpetual soul so restless-
but fail…

maybe then for peace of heart
will walk the one and only path
will think of one writer,a psychopath?
moments of tender care will rise
in visions, then time will apprise
vocalize…

the priceless value of words
the need to express the thoughts
the letter that unites the power of
the pen that writes…

what is the spirit to spirit link
Who is the angel that resides,brings…
a memory and loving memories past
a thought lost but one that lasts

and when the pain will grow
and need to talk will restless make
the spirit and heart to tremble and shake

then slowly the hand will reach,
the paper to take, silently hold the pen,
wipe the flowing beads from the eyes
and begin to trace words,form thoughts in lines…

so when memories strike…

Ta Ta Two Hearts,Three Spades

Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that incorporates “the sound of home.” Think back to your childhood, and the figures of speech and particular ways of talking that the people around you used, and which you may not hear anymore.
Two hearts, three spades’four diamonds’

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shuffle shuffle, deal, make tea please’

matches anyone, one from the 555 tin

how hot it is ? switch off the fan

Honey tea’ honey tea’ ‘picnic , to Murree’

lets see ? O Mayan, I said, switch off the fan

Oh what loving company was that to me’

I hear the song’The yellow rose of Texas’

that I am going to see’

Babri boobri babri bam babrri boobrri babrri

jal gayee dunya mil gaye hum’ babrri boobrri

bam bam bam…

everyone for prayer, come those who can

O Allah forgive us for our short comings

Dearies forgive me I have not been a good

father, Come let us plan life again…

Come let us play Scrabble…soon it will be time

Yes don’t waste it in music,this will neverscan0012

help you cross the final bridge…Allah is the Greatest ….

Helper and His word only gives peace, so pray…

sound of music,rustle of newspaper, and then

all the time the loving thanks..Ta Ta Ta……

say salam read read  ‘Be Brave’ the world is a stage

Look ahead sacrifice, serve humanity Care, care, care

Love your country…

This world is temporary

‘Again again and again, again again and again

When I was single my pocket did jingle

I long to be single again’ Grandfather married thrice

and we were a happy loving laughing family

sharing joys and sorrows stories and so much poetry

Happy times with flags and speeches, rides in Fiats and Chevees

jeeps and land Rovers, beautiful Beehive sweaters and pullovers

with the joys of homely fun playing cards praying ..now memories

are all I have as time passes and moves over…….

 

NapoWrimo ~ Day 9 ~ Like a Slave Bowing ~

This one sounds simple, but it can be pretty difficult. Today, I challenge you to write a poem that includes a line that you’re afraid to write. This might be because it expresses something very personal that makes you uncomfortable…

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to run away but not to die or be called weak

to runaway from invisible walls,not knowing

what is being walled out,but knowing who builds

standing head held high,not like a slave bowing.

to have the freedom to share time,give love to love’

pray pray pray and ask only from the Power above