Farewell Ramadhan …

When you go within to communicate with your soul And pray, you are rising to meet in the ethers those Who – like you – are praying at that very moment And whom, save in prayer, you would otherwise Never be able to contact or meet. ~ Kabir  

hues of red

hues of red in a common thread vermillion through blood to rose petals scattered over the white shroud but she stands proud a sacrifice so bold she would repeat double-fold ~ may the offerings of the oppressed be accepted ~

the last poets

the last poets have come and gone but their words remain in every language embedded in melody revolutionizing seekers of change ~ dedicated to those who use their art to make this world a better place ~

A Child’s Prayer

This is a poem written by Allama Muhammad Iqbal ~ a child's prayer very famous in Pakistan. How I wish we could spread this message to all our children. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=weAOMuY7BX8

Fond Memories

If you never look back To fond memories Then, I suggest Start creating some today

Convincing Dreams

it was impossible convincing dreams to turn into reality if only i had tried to convince reality that it was no longer a dream when the dream and reality fuse together to confuse each other and the reality is sweeter than my dream of what use is my sleep this night?  

A Poetic Pause

In this post, I will take a poetic pause. None of my poetry, but poetry nevertheless.. something a little different. I was reading this story and came across a beautiful video. Although I love music, I have not yet shared any of it here. This is a superb rendition of Amar Shonar Bangla ~ written and composed … Continue reading A Poetic Pause

An Innocent Monster

anger is an innocent monster slipping out in an instant hurting without intending to too arrogant for apologies cruel, but blameless for it was bred in an uncontrolled mind that lives in the past fretting of the future anger is little more than ego's response the slightest dent sets a blinding rage silence our pride … Continue reading An Innocent Monster

It only takes one man

It was not a fight over land, nor power, not even wealth... One man stood up for dignity, equality and justice... A lesson for today Some pages of history never fade away... The mighty are brought down not by those mightier but by those more humble than them... He is Hussain  (This poem was partly … Continue reading It only takes one man

Through the eyes of a 12 year old

The title for Dungeon Prompts Week 11 is Peace - Just a word? What does it mean to you? Well whenever I hear the word "Peace" I immediately think of the poem my daughter aged 12 at the time wrote. If I tried, I could not express "Peace" in a better way. In particular, I … Continue reading Through the eyes of a 12 year old