Poetic Power ~ O’ Do Not Set Me Free

 

set me free frozen
‘Frozen in Love’  Copyright  CER   2019

 

O’ Do Not Set Me Free

it is too painful
so do not set me free
I wish to float in
the river of memories
soothing and comfortable
though I fear some shark may
swim in with the current,
but even if it bites it would fail,
for I am frozen in love
and covered safely …
I may live quietly, remain invisible,
I do not wish to be seen
for I have done my work as best
as I was able to honestly,

O do not set me free
it is too painful

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Poetic Power ~ In Silence All Will Be ~

 

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In silence, we came to know
we were writers, shared thoughts
and similar ideas.

In silence we felt the joy and love, shared
illustrations that made us smile

in silence we spoke,laughed and joked, and 
worried and encouraged each other.

In silence we parted moved afar in distances
praying for health and happiness.

In silence we are now quiet
In silence all will be, and then, 
In silence,all will be.

Poetic Power ~ When Freedom Will Quench the Flames ~

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Reh Reh Reh, homes no more stand,
in one then two, than in more than a dozen dwellings
like Palestine destroyed, villages burn, is it so easy to kill?

perhaps the human flesh is like wood,even tender
in pain, the body writhes, twists,screams , it gives
pleasure,it is music for the killer,who adds his laughter

sits back to clean the bayonet, passes the back of his hand
against his mouth, to clean  traces of beer, swings the bottle
far into the night, away from sight, crackling of flames dies

as he falls asleep, his mission accomplished, another village
wiped out, black ashes scattered, who will know how many
were there, numbers dont matter, all to be killed, all burned.

Yar Yar Yar, where are you, kul are no more too, who will tell
reh reh ‘ have taken all, no ‘mokh left’ no mokh here,day by day
burning blazes burning yars’, do not make one, do not seek one’

It is not in time, how can I sing the song of freedom , from
here I smell smoke which makes me choke, and grieve, I
helplessly sit and blindly stare in the sky, how and when

Freedom will quench the Flames? 

Poetic Power ~Flowers Can Bloom Anywhere ~

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If you desire to fly, be like the falcon, look up high
if you aspire to express in words, poetry is the power
for flowers can bloom anywhere

do not  be like those  who just write and can write
knowledge,wisdom, effort,quest must be attained
for flowers can bloom anywhere

if you desire a change ,try, strive, write like a poet
or help  the ignorant, rampant in the human world
make flowers bloom anywhere

write the truth of a better life for future generations
promote the art of empathy  and communications
share, for flowers can bloom anywhere

be a poet, guide , be a light of hope in the lost world
expose the false show the real, describe the needy
support, for flowers can bloom anywhere

be selfless , kind and a giver to mankind , a polite versifier
make bouquets, be a creator of peace in the troubled world
blossom’, for flowers can grow anywhere

love the skills of writing and your own native language
read read read,works of other writers artists and poets
understand others 

 return not, to the caves of the ancient dark prehistoric world
for flowers can bloom anywhere

In Response To G Jamie Dedes ~ The Poet By Day ~ Wednesday Writing Prompt ‘ Sports’~ Is it Cricket ? کھیل موقع مقابلہ شروع ھویؑ اک جنگ

Photo Credit  ©  CER  2019

Match game chance, be it anywhere on any land

be it  sword, spear, bat ball, gun or lance,
forces have fought in thicket and on wicket
dauntless ,  fearless , songs sonorous have
been sung, arms raised , aimed and swung,

pride and steadfast hate, in arenas Greek

or green grounds, what mighty contest up rising
For no reason just or sound, no crime no blast
no war no treason, just another cricket season,
But this game is a combat on war like footing
padded gloved helmeted , ready for the shooting

thick as autumnal leaves head to head like sedge
police and crowd together will watch the match,
all around the fence, circled, from  edge to edge,
how many will hold, stare and breathe their last ,
as wickets fall, bails fly or hands miss a catch,

all eyes on London the final battle ground
a place eternal justice ordained and bound
no Trojan horse or Aegean sea, no ship or gift
or gun, just a velvet green, a white orb, three
to three, twenty two yards of hit and run,

to be weak on it, is unthinkably miserable
no contestant spared, no mistake forgivable,
who will the new possessor be, of a cup,
some say the blues, some say the greens,
yellows, reds, maroons, blacks, or carmine

result anxiously eagerly excitedly awaited
whatever it may be, millions are awake,
hearts beating, hands together in prayers,
the best will soon be , what odds are at stake
aim is، protect the wicket’ and make a high score

game of skill, strategy entertainment, a fight 
the rest is with  umpires two and the third
it should be honest  fair play, all skill no check 
no tampering trick it or else it would  be war
and ‘Not Cricket’،may the best team win،

to be’ the star’

کھیل  مقابلہ  موقع 

تلوار نیزہ  گیند بلا   تیر  ےا بندوک  خوب  چلے گا کھیل
بے باک بے خوف  نغمے  بہادری  کے گاتے  ھوےؑ بازو
گھماتے  ھوےؑ نشانہ  لگاتے  ھوےؑ  فخر سے اکھاڑے  میں
اترے جیسے یو نانی شمشیر زن ، سبز میدان میں جمے گا 

کسی زمیں پر شروع  ھویؑ  اک جنگ

مقابلہ زبردست، بے وجہ  ،نہ جرم نہ دھماکہ خونی
  اک کھیل کا موسم جاری،سماں ایسا،پہنے ٹوپی
عوام   پولیس  مانند  خزاں کی   پت جھڑ کے   ڈھیر
چارون  اطراف میداں کے کھڑے دعکھیں گے  میچ 

دستانے پیڈ ہلمٹ بھاری شروع ھویؑ اک جنگ 

کتنے آیں گے اور جایں گے دوڑیں گے بھاگیں گے
گریں گے گرایں گے وکٹیں  اور پکڑیں گے کیچ
سب نظریں دنیا کی لندن شہر انصاف کی جگہ ھے
نہ بحیرہ نہ بیڑہ نہ کاٹھ کا گھوڑا نہ تحفہ نہ دھوکہ

 چاندی کے کپ کہ لیے شروع ھویؑ اک جنگ

سبز مخملی گھاس پہ سفید گیند تین تین وکٹوں کے 
بیچ   لگایں   گے بایسؑ گز کی دوڑ ، مار اور بھاگ
کمزور کی جگہ نہیں یہ نا ہی ڈرپوک کی نہ غلتی کی
گنجا یشؑ نہ معافی  نہ زمانت ، کون جیتے گا یہ  رنگ

رنگیں لباس میں شروع ھویؑ اک جنگ

نیلا سبز  میرون پیلا  یا  کالا تیز  یا نرالہ  کس کی کٹے 
گی پتنگ  کون ھوگا بے رنگ  کون بچاےؑ گا وکٹین  اور
بناےؑ گا بڑا سکور  کون کرے گا سب کہ بور، جاگ رھے 
ھیں لاکھوں نتیجے کے انتظار میں  ھاتھ جوڑے دعاوؑں میں

سچا کھیل کرنا نہ فراڈ کویؑ نہ دینا دھوکہ نہ کویؑ چکر 
ورنہ کھیل نہ کہلاےؑ گا   یہ  کرکٹ نہیں  یارا جو محنت 

کرے بنے وہ چمکتا  ستارہ شروع ھویؑ اک جنگ  

In Response To Respected G Jamie Dedes’s Wednesday Writing Prompt ‘Sports’ ~ A Preamble ‘

Photo Credit © CER 2019
PG FG College for Women
Wah Cantt
IMG_20190530_074735Cup and Certificate Awarded  for Organizing Managing and Participating  in Table Tennis Inter Class Competitions at Post Graduate FG College for Women Wah Cantt  Pakistan.

 

A Preamble

Respected G Jamie Dedes Sports Prompt this week has coincided with the opening of ICC World Cup International Cricket Competition 2019 being held in England.
For me the prompt was like the drop of a silver stone in a clear water pond creating ripples of fond nostalgic memories of life in the early years when sports events were followed almost with near religious sanctity. Radio and newspapers were the main source of information. Listening skills were sharpened and newspapers helped in creating scrapbooks of key players of national and international teams. Collecting and compiling and organizing data was the best learning activity. Before I share my poem I would like to share a few pages from my memoirs with my readers. I am sure this would be an interesting  addition  to the growing variation of contributions to Respected Jamie Ji’s exciting thought provoking and thoroughly enjoyable weekly prompts. Thank you Jamie Ji for creating these wonderful writing opportunities. 

Indoor or outdoor ‘Sports’ had a sacred place in daily activities as a favorite hobby and leisure time occupation at home in the early years of life in the new country.The 1950s and 1960s reflect high standards of national team performances in the games of field hockey,tennis, cricket, squash, and athletics.The whole family was deeply involved in each match tournament or international competitions.My interest in Sports was the result of the high enthusiasm at home specially manifested by my loving father. He himself was a good hockey and tennis player. Indoors the games played with family members were Bridge (a card game) Carom and Chess. In fact the truth was the ‘absence of digital technology and television which left ample spare time for healthy sport activities. An occasional classic movie like ‘The Cruel Sea’ ‘Gone With The Wind’, To Kill a Mocking Bird’, ‘The King and I’ and specially the comedy series of Laurel and Hardy were a treat enjoyed  at the local Cinema Houses.
fampics 0011.jpg0099Here one can see father in his white sports shorts  black blazer and white socks and sports shoes , commonly called then, the ‘PT Shoes’. He is holding my younger sister, his third daughter. Almost every evening a couple of tennis games in the nearby GHQ Tennis Courts were part of the weekly routine. The weekends would be set aside for home affairs.
An ideal personality for many friends and family my Father’s smoking style would always be captured too. During the International Cricket matches of Pakistan with either England Australia or India (these were the top  teams in those years) after office hours listening to the running commentary of the match on the radio was not missed.
Field hockey was another favorite.I remember when Pakistan was playing the quarter final match with Germany in the Olympics in Rome in the 1960’s. When Germany scored the equalizer goal father was quite disturbed. Listening to the commentary he would remark, ‘Oh No, why give a back pass, there is no back pass in hockey, one needs to play forward , attack the opponents goal’ Pakistan won by 2-1 score and later also won the Gold medal  by defeating India in the final by a single goal.The historic goal was scored by Nasir Bunda. The excitement and anxiety of the match involved everyone at home. The game was fully enjoyed by all and we learnt much about sportsman’s spirit and how to accept defeat bravely. Other important lessons were following rules, sharing and making  efforts as a team. Over the years sports has undergone tremendous change, from white dress and a red ball to multi colored clothes and a white ball  and from the radio to live digital internet / telecasts.

I still believe old times had a special charm in  sports and to top it all Pakistan has a former cricket team captain and a world cup winner as its Prime Minister. The Political party symbol being none other than the ‘cricket bat’, obviously…