Wednesday, 30 November 2011

Song Of Existence



Those were the enchanted words..
On the lips of every creation…
God created in His own image..
And blew the divine spirit…
For the eternal bondage…
So that even the dead elements became..
The parts of the constitution…
Of each other..
With in the earthly ether…
Sharing the darkness and the glory…
Just like the sadness or glee…
And when it came to existence..
Not only the tree became the flower…
And the flower became the tree…
But  also…
The sea became the earth and…
The earth became the sea…
Co-existing within each other…
All denials became the pleas..
And a part of you..
 Became..
A part of me…


SW

Tuesday, 29 November 2011

Joy Of Existence (Haiku)



                                             Eyes spilling warm tears
                                           On the cold heart of paper
                                                   Joy of existence


                                                            SW

Monday, 28 November 2011

Sensations



Distant eyes
Veiled behind
the opacity of the foggy nights….
Picking up the stars of unshed tears
Sticking them on the moonless sky of the vacant sights…

Unshed tears….
Soaking the rosy petals of blooming wishes
Sprouting on the solitary branches of dry lashes
Pricking them with the gloom of fear…

Blooming wishes….
Blended in the fragrance of wet earth….
Kneaded in the rains of mysterious hopes
Changing every heart into hearth….

Mysterious hopes…
Climbing the tall wall of earthly separations….
Reaching the heights of free wills
Painting  moons
On the heavens of sensations…


SW

Escape (Haiku)




                                                 Crushing memories
                                        Stepping upon the dry leaves
                                                  Escaping the past

                                                                                


                                                                  SW

Wednesday, 23 November 2011

Rainy 2



                                               Painted ,tainted  trees
                                           Erected like giant brushes
                            Daubing  rain on the cloudy canvas of the sky

                                          Muddled, puddled , palettes
                                         Swooping falling raindrops
                            Spreading them like smiles on the ground 

                                           Singing, swinging, hearts
                                           Touching up the rainbows
                               Finishing the pictures of a perfect rainy day

                                              

                                                              SW

Sunday, 20 November 2011

My Friend's Poem For Me




This poem is about Saaya
A writers friend of mine
She is poised and educated
Blessed that her life shines!

The oldest of four children
Yet she’s the only girl
Looking back upon her life
What a joyous whril!

Saaya’s dad passed in ‘94
Then mom joined him in 2006
She mourned the tremendous loss
Now keeping both around through pics!

Her hubby works in healthcare,
She earned a masters in pre-med
A graduate of visual arts
Prepared for what’s ahead!

She has been writing for 20 years
Birthed short stories when mother died
Desperately trying to replace
All the tears she’s cried!

Taught at a famous Convent
And volunteered time at schools
Teaching arts to kids
Wow, that’s really cool!

English is the second language
The native is Urdu
She has found peace in her religion
But doesn’t judge like others do!

Creativity fills her soul
Artistic skills are done free lance
She watches and learns from others
Giving everyone a chance!

She feels love’s a stream
That should not be restricted
Seeking out the good
In all those who depicted!

Art and literature
 are a few of her favorite things
When she gets a chance
Saaya loves to sing!

Enthralled by the innocence of the children
Saaya has three of her own
Having one boy and two girls
She’ll still cherish when their grown!

Most challenges attract her
Eager to give each a try
Knowing there are no limits
To how far she can fly!

Preferring to keep things simple
Why make life too hard
In relation to the Tarot
She’s received an epiphany card!

Best wishes for your future
To you and your family
I’m so glad I got to know you
You’ve got a friend in me.

From Timmie (The Priestess)

Saaya is my pen name.
In picture is a portrait of my mother painted by me.

The above poem can be read here;
http://www.writers-network.com/index.cgi?view=75731


Monday, 14 November 2011

Nature Heals (Haiku)

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                                                      Nature showers love
                                          On the sleeping autumn blooms
                                                     A message of spring


                                                                     SW