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
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
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
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)
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
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