For POETS UNITED Midweek Motif ~ Flower ~ Rose ~

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O’ Dear Flower, folded
in invisible scents
tender covers
softly protecting
the unknown
wrapped in curves
like hands,a
praying pair
patiently serves
in quietude

O Dear Flower, resting
in a book,
making the page sacred
to the touch,words that rest too,forever silent, till they meet
the eyes, of an unknown, bear the flaps and caresses,
of moving finger tips, as the covers flip,

O Dear Flower, you are a rose of many colors
budding, blooming, on bush and bowers
in sunshine rain or cool summer showers
spread on shrouds taken to high towers

O’ Dear Flower’ how long can you stay
the fragrance radiate, the presence, comfort
the love share, If only you could, for ever be
and like the words lay for me to see

If ……


The Return of the Mysterious Dialogue ~ 2017~ Whither English Literature Teachers ?

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mts treesNovember is the Autumnal month of writing.Desiring to put some thoughts on mean on the screen in MS Word  I kept looking at the screen for quite some time…the button on the right side of the screen showed 11’…Oh dear I have 11 drafts…incomplete’ and I wish to achieve a target of 50,000 words by the end of this month! a question raised but not answered…’when you will stop playing scrabble you will be able to achieve results’, I got this advice or rather a sort of final review…I must think about my word game seriously, it is non productive in the material sense though it does give the mind some exercise’ ..hmn

I will paint something first…and so My Paint was instantly on the screen…readers the result is before your eyes. I paint by intuition….’

So much to write and so little…no if I organize my time I can complete my tasks.I am surely really surprised at myself, do you know why? Is anyone listening? I am talking or thinking to myself, there is only One true Listener’ and I know He is listening…will I be able to write anything worthwhile? or am I just wasting my time?

A few days ago my phone rang, since the hour was odd I asked my husband to answer.A male voice was on the line but was asking for me…I found out that he was a very worried father…father of a daughter now a student at A level in a local school…the problem the daughter wanted to study English Literature but could not find a teacher, would I be able to help?

well I can try but first I must know how much the student understands about literature.
Talking to the student I found that she did have the basic knowledge that Literature means ‘novels ,drama and poetry’…I guess we all know that…okay dear but it is a long and hard journey,reading line by line word by word ,comparing contrasting and critically reviewing written works of famous writers,mostly dead and gone’…the second part consists of the living authors and poets who are currently struggling to record the good and evil deeds of humanity crowding the planet…

well madam please guide me I wish to appear for a CIE paper in about five months..five months? impossible…no dear at least a year…well ma’am please send me a task by email as I live so far away and cannot come so often…

neither can I …and then only two emails were exchanged…the task to explain the poem’After Apple Picking ‘by Robert Frost…hard to understand ? I thought’am do you know anyone who lives near my home who would be able to guide me?

‘I told you I have deep fears that Literature Teachers are fast becoming extinct..a rare species…retired , hiding…and English has ‘ need to improvement” and ‘come here ‘ has taken the new approach of ‘come closer’…it does mean the same does it?

well back to English Teaching’ about writing a book’ on ‘How to Teach English Literature? specially at O and A levels ? well

first Teach English Please….’

I heard all this … and I will pray for strength vocabulary repertoire and sentence structure and now away to the skies, back to duty….

I picked up my knitting needles as I finished reading the email..Madam I have dropped the idea of studying English literature maybe next year I am really really grateful for all your guidance…..

Yarn over’


A Story A Day ~ 9 ~ Captive of a Different Kind~

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For the past ten days or so I have been searching and reading about media, social media, digital art, and about women achieving success in their particular skills like creative writing, film direction and acting.I was lucky to know about some wonderful performances on screen, unforgettable roles and reflections, and the expression in dialogue which made me return to the screen again and again, and every time it was a pleasure to listen to the fine words , language phrases and superbly expressed, but the story revolved around women’s rights.

I have for long accepted the fact that whatever talent a woman may possess she will never be able to develop it fully on this soil.Slavery is still very much present where her food plate is controlled, her dresses restricted and her interests banished.

‘Unsaid it goes, the bowl is covered, the fruit is stored away from sight, no going outside the house for even a walk, no nothing….it is not a fairy tale , it is the truth happening now.

so what about women rights , a walk for them , a few banners, a few tv talk shows and that is it.

Duties? all the time, washing cooking, cleaning, and while doing all that being ordered, shouted at for nothing, ignored, glared with hate,forgotten and never forgiven, leave alone loved.

A different concept of marriage emerges…does it prove to be …’ nothing but an agreement for rape? a woman possessed , a body enslaved, a spirit enchained…” many questions arise …many may never be answered…

Is there an outlet or a law for a change ? laws are made to be broken’ eh?

These questions and thoughts kept touching my heart and mind when I came across the DLD Women 2011 Conference.One thing to be grateful for is the internet and the skill of being able to operate it, thus I traveled to Germany on the screen, and was able to see and hear women relate their fine entrepreneurship endeavours and achievements

I felt so fortunate than many out in the city and rural areas who would be sitting in the dark still and without gas to make food withoout water..without ..hope..without light…but would my gratitude be enough? They don’t know that I too am a captive of a different kind…

or is my imagination? or then a weakness on my part?

I will seek answers and analyse the findings maybe I am to blame…I may need to think about ‘prayer and gratitude…

be thankful be grateful…does the answer lie here…? another question….

A Story A Day ~ 8~ It’s Your Road ~

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Its your road, and yours alone. others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you.


It was the same road  valley same way, same eagerness same love same drive,
not the same time nor the same day, no one in sight the sun steadily beamed its warmth, my feet tread heavily and I thought…



Roads are the same everywhere or are they? some roads remain empty and clear with an occasional tonga or vehicle plodding along, some are dusty, some are grand, some are called ‘all-weather road’ some ‘jeepable’ these days roads are used for ‘drag racing’ 

the kids in the photograph are trying to make marks while sitting on the side the gentleman has some fear of ‘pickpockets’ , kids seem quite at peace, that is  a good sign, and this is a road far away in the South of the beloved country ..where ever a road lies long or winds its way through fields towns or cities it has a story…this road has a story of a developing colony yet it is a place for ‘racers and bikers’ who gather every evening show their biking and riding skills, enjoy entertain and go home …in a country with a dearth of healthy entertainment playing grounds parks or racing tracks..a broad hard road is just the place to be…..

where there is a will there is a way..till the houses are constructed…..freedom is indeed a precious gift

2017 ~ The Mysterious Knitter Begins to Spin Yarns ~ Ah, Ancient Writing and Ancient Knitting…

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                The oldest knitted artifacts are socks from Egypt, dating from the 11th century CE.

A Knitting Shepherd ! see how he is perched,involved concentrating on his weaving task’ what mystery surrounds the high seat,                       Shepherd_Sitting_Up

   Another night another time,as time keeps silently motionlessly moving,passing, turning running, never stopping nor will ever stop…this is the mysterious truth of time, we keep watching the numbers and needles on the face of the clock,but we never notice the darkness disappear to let in the light, nor the shadows as they lengthen…we admire and stand in awe of the sunset but we never feel the sinking or vanishing of the golden shining ball, where does it go ? perhaps we know that it will come again…so from the needles on the clock my eyes fall back on the needles in my hands…

I have to complete my knitting projects …I must …its winter again…has it taken me so much time? what have I been doing? I wonder …knitting comes out of knitting’… nothing comes out of no stays there…any work untouched  will not finish …neglected? well not exactly…just a bit due to Summer and then the Fasts …and now some other duties and now  the love of writing…would you be able to gather so many words..thoughts …stitches socks…sentences…and now back into the 1950s I go..remembering Mother her sister and sisters-in-law all would be knitting…by hand, no machines no sir…yes I remember the magazine ‘Woman & Home’ this had beautiful knitting patterns… for me and my elder sister,  till we did not start knitting  from this magazine,  it was Nora and  Tilly the wonder paper cut out dolls in the center page…for days the paper dresses would occupy our time after school work…how happy those dolls made us..I do not remember any knitted garments..just skirts blouses jackets socks hats etc..perhaps scarves…my history of knitting began at home with family…yarn or wool or ‘oon’ in our native language would be foreign…Beehive wool’ three ply 4 ply I still hear mother’s voice …the magazine was in proud of my mother and aunties ..they could read knitting instructions…and create such amazing cardigans and pullovers….little by little the love of knitting designs color creation warmth and love was being un felt instilled, like the  passing time.

The oldest REAL knitting (formed on two sticks by pulling loops through loops) we’ve got is ‘Coptic socks’ from Egypt, dating to around the year 1000 CE. There are quite a few fragments, all of them done in shades of white and indigo, in stockinette. Many of them have Khufic (a decorative Arabic script) blessings knit into them, or symbols to ward off evil, or both. All look really cool. And may I point out for the fiber-snobs among us, that all of the really ancient knitted fragments we’ve got are knit out of cotton. Yes indeedy, cotton. Wool wasn’t used for knitting until way later.


Life of a Coptic Sock
Hawara, the place where the sock was found, is a good example of Egypt as a Greek occupied land under Roman rule – mixture of Greeks, Romans and Egyptians.

No one knows how old knitting really is, though it is generally thought to be older than crochet and younger than weaving.

Many ancient textile fragments thought to be knitting have turned out to be nålebinding (Danish for literally “binding with a needle), an ancient form of needlecraft that is sometimes referred to as “single-needle knitting.”
The history of knitting is not well known because fabrics used for knitting are made of wool, silk, and other fibers that decay rapidly. Additionally, knitting needles are hard to distinguish beyond a doubt from hair picks, skewers, spindles, or the other many uses of a sharpened stick.
Historians posit that knitting is a relatively recent invention because there are no ancient legends of knitting like there are legends of spinning and weaving, such as Arachne, Ixazaluoh, Nephthys, and Amaterasu. There are no ancient gods or goddesses who knit.
The earliest known types of knitting by nomadic people in the desert places of North Africa actually used circular or narrow, oblong wooden frames. The knitting action was similar to “bobbin work.” Historians are unsure when the frames were dispensed with and knitting began to be directly on hooked knitting needles.
One of the earliest known examples of knitting (formed on two sticks by pulling loops through loops) were a pair of cotton socks found in Egypt from the first millennium A.D. Many of them have knit into them khufic (a decorative Arabic script) blessings, symbols to ward off evil, or both.

And now the strange fact or is it ?  Men-Only Knitting Fact
Men ruled knitting guilds for centuries. Knitting was initially a male-only occupation. In fact, when the very first knitting union was established in Paris in 1527, no women were allowed… uh…believable ?

1527 Paris  here we take a brief  break….more soon…meanwhile I will think about woolly  socks …I Never had a pair…I mean woolly ones….

A Story A Day ~ 7 ~ Landlocked,Home locked,Lockup…Lock down…Lock in…

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“I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.”
― Virginia Woolf

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‘are you preparing a grammar lesson? sounds like one…’up down,…out….’

well, these words do refer to positions and are known as prepositions of place but in our country English is a foreign language though many use all its forms..even slang…it is also called ESL….


yes, English as a second language…I will add my definition…ahem..English is a locked language..ha ha..see!

why locked and how locked? now languages are important means of and needs and wants…er..and so much more…..

‘well locked it is,like Alice…she was locked  in Wonderland…and so are we locked in Language in our land…English is ‘angrezi’ gullabi’ some call it pink…Queen’s English …BBC English…Court English..American English and now Singapore English…and so is all getting so entangled…so this makes my land ..a ‘wonderland’ doesn’t it?

Image result for alice in wonderland language I can even identify  Tweedledum and Tweedledee in my country….so that makes it even more adventurous…wow…super..thinking…ideas..hey I hope the cat is looking….

and so we are not so landlocked by land as much as by language…

‘this is indeed interesting…and then you must have a Queen too..?

well yes,sort of..a royal family we do have…I think in a free country we all are we are free..freedom is itself royalty, I believe…

no pack er..deck of cards for fighting…defending …protecting….’

well every one needs protection from evil of numerous kinds..evil is true and present everywhere….specially in sweet attractive pleasure giving things….so we have our mean guards….

and so you still say you are locked….

Freedom gained but enchained by language….and now we look for keys…keys to the door of freedom..the search is on….and so we are planting more trees to make a jungle, and then in that jungle we shall seek among the trees, the lost box of keys…in shady trees we might find peace,we will find peace, we will find fruit,we will find water..


yes we need to counter the DRINK ME’?

Drink…yes, Ah..but that you have found…whats that you say…ZAALIMA………pilaa de…..

hey see I told you we are locked……..

the Key the Key..the DRINK the to blame…….’

Hope Manifest in The Guiding Star’ Return of the Mysterious Dialogue 2017

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When I feel heavy, when my heart is somewhere far away from me, when I experience helplessness, a strange emptiness I move towards my pencil and paper…I stare and desire to write, to scratch, to draw, to say it all in words…and then I know I am at peace…writing brings peace and reading , more so…but then what is there on paper…

it so happened as night took over, I woke up with a start, something brought me to full consciousness…I lay not quite frozen, rather a bit warm, wondering what could it be…is there someone on the roof? a cat? a prowler? let me see…er..check the time…the small clock showed 2.30 a.m. Oh…the T 20 match we lost ,what purpose lies in this game,I wonder…. game ended at  about 12…Princess time…and hardly two and a half hours have passed…they say there are unseen beings living around…some try to put you to sleep others wake you’

come offer your midnight prayers…so I started reciting holy verses…I keep the rosary close, it shines in the dark and I like that…other items close to the pillow are: a torch, a bottle of Vicks vaporub, my medicine pouch, and my small book of prayers’ sometimes my notebook and a pencil is also not far, and recently I have been keeping my knitting stuff handy too…

How does one keep track…or find out about any ‘others’ in the room…if any…the neighbors house is rather close to the bedroom wall and many sounds and voices can be heard…perhaps some sound came from there…

one thing strange I just noticed…no barking of dogs have I heard in the past month…just the growling of cats a couple of times…

the electricity goes off without warning and there is darkness over everything …well for some time…I wonder what people do during those hours…maybe I will write a book on ‘Load shedding Time Activities’

Oh the light blinked …is it the unseen friend…must ask…

‘Salam, the blinking light called me, afraid are you…be afraid only of The Malik The King…Majestic…

Salam Peace to you’ Oh yes, yes, the guidance has come, the awareness has dawned, alas for so many years there was dark ignorance…

Be at peace if guidance has come and is coming…hold strongly the rope of faith..Chapter Name:Al-Emran Verse No:150

بَلِ اللّهُ مَوْلاَكُمْ وَهُوَ خَيْرُ النَّاصِرِينَ {150

tonight’s message..and no worries about strange sounds, The King has a law for everything and it is and you shall find….then remember..remember….time time …time..and ..more duty…..

look the star is shining….