FOR ~ Jamie Dedes ~ The Poet by Day~ Wednesday Prompt ‘Immigration’ ~ From Kashmir to Pakistan 1950 ~ Partition’

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Title: Partition
(Inspired by T S Eliot )

August is the cruelest month, bare branches
Sprouting tiny greens,
life bursting from the lifeless,
A rising,
mixing sorrow of defeat with defiance,
Spring rain drizzles consistently,
snow suddenly surprised us
We stopped in the plains,
leaving the mountains’
Went in half daylight so we should have
Known the path,
and the unknown traversed rarely,
So we should have known the faith,
and the faithful and the Emperors of Ice creams-
Not long ago, when I was a child,
was carried across borders
frightened, slept in a camp for two nights,
-wonder how Mother felt? She never spoke
About those days, then on we
came to Murree Hills, and felt free
And I knew not, was I taking refuge or was it a
New land?
What was left in enemy hands, where
Are the roots that make a family?
Out of the masses who survived who committed
Suicide-you cannot say or guess even for you
Have seen only images and heard only broken voices
Who lost half the thought in trying to forget
Spoke not all-scenes of horror
Heaps of bodies cut and slayed
Blood splattered on trains roads and fields
Death, for a cause? Yet not so or was it?
Many went South, separated, lost, confused-
All said ‘we shall go back, one day’
The Day never came-
And then the beginning of the end-
One by one
Who has seen Spring again, after the Fall
Providence persists prevails
Acceptance and non-acceptance is, what ails
Unreal cities, unreal people, so unlike what
Was expected-
War War War and again War-
When will it end, fear strikes within
Shelter is scarce, fashion abounds and all
Is a show off! Young dead glorified
on the mini screen, what are they dying for
now? Half the barren land, minerals in ranges
The enemy changed and we thought ’this is Right-
People crowd the roads , daily beggars are children
And who said ‘we shall have enough, and peace”
Mountains and Rocks
Mountains are dangerous, no rocks will give
Shelter, there is no water, nor wells
A waste it becomes, filth in the drains overflowing
And the big man’ said’ we have worked hard’
But the mountains will not protect,
Truth is linked , Faith is strong
It will not be long when the Shadow
Will turn to Light and the darkness will go-
Go in the shadow of the mountain
Sit by the stream and clean all
The mind and soul, wash away to the sea
Impurity, or else be prepared to face,
a tsunami, or the jolts and shakes
there is still a chance-look! Be the Dance
not the dancer, in the circle of life
Come to a still point with Nature
Where nothing matters anymore-
Think and feel, help and heal, the needy
Feed the hungry, for I can see-there comes
Someone-keeps close and watches , ever present
Who leads us on unseen and the Third we say
Who helped us –its not our doing but The Mercy
Of The Merciful-
Bow bow bow –pray pray pray…
Welcome love from above , eternal peace will stay


FOR ‘The Poet by Day ‘ Jamie Dedes’~ Wednesday Writing Prompt ~ Courtesy Priscilla Galasso and Steve Wiencek’ ~ ‘This Piece of Allah’s Beautiful Earth’ ~

This piece of Allah’s Beautiful Earth,
on which I stood sat danced and raced
played and dreamed and saw a new birth
of life, in a new country, strategically placed;

I saw my family living together
I saw friends separate and gather
I saw learning grow and heard music play
I saw trees dry bare and bear the weather;

This Piece of Allah’s Beautiful Earth

drenched me in happiness,gave me
peace, the art of cleanliness,filled my heart
and soul with memories to cherish
With Love and All Love more, and Hatred less;

Of green and brown and rainbow vibgyor
This Piece of Earth was my environment
Of trees and flowers and water pure
It provided all good, joy and enjoyment;

This piece of Earth is where the house was built
The house where I woke up to sweet childhood filled
With affection excitement freedom and no guilt
The house where never ever a song was stilled;

No more can I step on it nor walk nor touch the
Sacred Dust , as time ordained to remain
on it has passed,how long to stay play lay
or pray, one day has to be the last ,

to be aside, to be quiet and to others, give way.








For ~ dVerse POETS Pub ~ The Ghazal ~ For Whom ? کس کے لئے …


Smiling and happy I may be, for whom?
eyes may shine,heart may beat, for whom?

be oblivious of all torturous pain
be forgetful ,forgiving  for whom?

may someone be a true friend-
friendly and trueI may be, for whom?

why strangers seem, my very own
stranger  more I may be? for whom?

shimmer and shine I do, for all, at night
twinkling silently I wait, for whom?

someone special, may never come, anjum
keep open your heart ,unknown love may enter,soon


For ~ The POET by DAY ~ ‘the republic of innocence, a poem’ . . . Wednesday Writing Prompt ~ A Speck of Dust ~


The Republic of Innocence




I am nothing
I am but a speck of dust
My life my soul my spirit
Is not mine
I am but a form
Me, my shape my self
Is not mine;
I am but a sound
My music my note my tune
Is for the celestial round
I am but a smile
my face, eyes, looks
are are for a while,
I am but a thought
my idea  vision, purpose,
Is for the Heaven
The Pure The Holy The Forever
I am, but Love
Love that is pure and just
I am but a speck of dust.


Gone are the Days of Peaceful sojourning

Image result for the golden age of athens

when flutes blew notes of tunes so sweet

when words were words of love and treat

when horses trotted on the cobbled street

a lone policeman was right on the beat

innocent laughter filled the backseat

there was no winning losing or defeat,

Who is the Master of the Feat

Who are we trying to cheat ?

Forgotten Achilles’ vulnerability?

proud Odysseus’s Ordeals Cold Death

or Killing Heat? There is, but a Terror

Filled , Uncertain, grave deceit.

Who is ready to face,horrible Afreet?

Yet, all to fall, is, Destiny

I bleed in spirit, Necromancy spelled

a virtual heart pinned obsolete;

Insincerity hatred blatantly rampant

Celestial spheres restless, Poseidon fears

As Grecian Venture sets a new Fleet

My Quest moves on, by the Oracles

Will find the Golden Fleece

I have sacrificed and prayed to

the Heavens, for Victory and peace

I know by Obedience and service I

Will kill the Minotaur and succeed

to complete The Sacred Justified

Brave, Ordained Odyssey!


For POETS UNITED Midweek Motif ~ Moon ~ Eclipsed It Shines ~



I will write about the moon, soon, I thought
of Timothy Boon, who went up,to the moon
in a balloon, a poem we read in school,like
Godfrey Gordon Gustavas Gore,was a boy

who never would shut the door,the wind
might whistle the wind might roar,but
Godfrey would never shut the door, and
there is more,the shining moon,went along


where ever we went, there was a song,either
a woman with a spindle, or the sleigh in
the sky, the moon all along shining by, half
its course ‘ye ronne’ by weeks, and nights

dimming all the lights, for romances secret
or silent prayers,or the summer gardeners
stance, tending, watering careful, vigilance,


But wait a bit, miracle of miracles, reveals…
astronauts saw it too, heard the Call, All
Power is manifest and when belief was a test
people us a sign…and Lo, it…

the moon…

was split in two, joined again…no life
nor air nor water, yet eclipsed it shines…
bright as ever, between Sun and Earth
in peaceful light,in cool joy and mirth…













FOR ~ ‘The Poet by Day’ ~ Jamie Dedes ~ Ms. Weary’s Blues, a poem … and your Wednesday Writing Prompt- Light Upon Light ~

But lost in that Universe of Light
will “I’ still be?
will “you” still be?
answer me that
What is the character of this Light?
Matter or myth?


Light is neither matter nor myth
it is The Only Truth

in moments when engulfed is the spirit
with warmth unseen, who makes existence
tremble and shiver? as beads moist appear
from nowhere, soon to transform
one to coolness…doors of sight
half shut, flipping up and down,
‘reach out, a voice calls
you hear, ‘help me, oh please, help,
I can’t see, it is so dark and

I am so weak, ‘heat ‘dark heat, go …
put on some Light’ O Light’
Light Upon Light’

blues surround as blackness shifts, is it
going to lift or grow less? am I awake ?
or sinking, or rising, ascending into
more darkness…darkness before being
and darkness after? I am not aware…
my being is being created, in fluids unseen
I have no voice, nor breath, it is not Death?
I float and swim, it is so dark…

put on some Light’ O Light’
Light Up The Light’

who do I call? who will hear?
Who will come near? who will bear
the pain and make me well again?
It is The Light The Truth The Unseen One
that is the Character, No Myth or Matter
Look up , it is day…it is full of Light
Look up, it is night, it is bejeweled with Light
Light Upon Light ‘ and The Book is Bright

and when I once was, in the blues
I did not know what would be
listless weak helpless was the spirit
in me, would I be? or would I be no more?
doors of sight dimly saw the “saline drip” bag
drop by drop, drip drip,dropped the drops
would it be dark soon? or I lay…slowly
darkness flew away, brightness made its way

before I knew , brighter it grew till I
could bear no more
Light it was Light all over me, Light
Upon Light Upon Light, it did stay
till my heaviness was light and
my blues faded away, away far away

Light the Healer, Light is Blue, see the sky?
up high or see the sea below
layer upon layer, vast boundless in view
why blue is the color of peace?
Celeste Marion is painted in this hue’
tis holy and sacred and true’
To have hope is good to pray is best
chose the good blue, but be not in the blues’

Light Upon Light is the Ultimate Truth
Turn towards it to be out of darkness
Be Guided, out of fear, out of all ‘fright’

what I leave behind and what I may take
the good deeds I do the joy I make
the help I give the needs I fulfill and all

what for the Lord I share…for Life is a test
and to be grateful is the rest
I will go for ‘life is a journey not
a destination’ …from darkness to illumination…





FOR ~ The Poet by Day ~ dancing toward infinity, a poem … Wednesday Writing Prompt ~ January 17, 2018 ~ Jamie Dedes~ Waltzing On…

spiral galaxy in Constellation, Coma Berenices, 60 million light years from Earth

spiral galaxy in Constellation, Coma Berenices, 60 million light years from Earth

waltzing on the melodious
music, feather like, rising
gliding, embraced by light-
the Earth is All Bed
Sky all dome, a roof
shining in the day
glittering at night-
to show us the way

Boundless infinity oceanic
no end in sight,timeless,
and we mortals in oblivion
think about being en-gloved,
encircled we dance immersed
in perpetual meditation

we shall, in cool shadows be
with obedience and charity
for good we did, in year past
what good we do now, to last,
our hearts, swirling constellation
a nucleus smooth, unfurled silk

in time dissolved, myriads to
dust, rising spiraling merging
with countless orchestras in
harmonic symphonies of the
milky way, unknown infinity
like the never ending sea in oceans

cycling fresh blessings in motion
warming steam to vapors, floating
to infinity in dancing drops in
rotation, creating revolution
from sky to sand, and we say
rain falling, cooling drowning


and I say Blessed, drenched in
peace like the circling dervish
one with nature,in stillness bent
‘in my beginning is my end’
Light makes me light,boundless
flight, I say I am embraced…
Embraced in Eternal Heavenly Light