NATURE

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 ……

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A Story A Day ~ 10 ~ Window of The Heart ~A Poem~

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Trapped Demons at sunset
elated at the ensuing darkness
in beguiling mood
jump whistle and dance
grin glance and prance;

impishly exhibiting their mission
To make people forget
prayers obligatory
the good mindset
to lie to cheat to kill
never to be peaceful
never to be still
always angry always ill
always to look at scrap
always to throw granite
No Faith Nor Love just spite

weakened with pride flawed inside
Life in neglect in every domain
Untrue montage, reflects the Hades
where such must remain;
But
Come Come!There is a way’
A window in the heart
A window in the soul
Open it! Open it Now!
Kill Kill, Kill
the anguine famine
Throw!Cover!
Throw back the tambourine’
Cover Up with Duvetyn’

Erase’ The Darkness, cross the reen
O’ Sacred Hippocrene!
amply bestow the strength unseen
constantly my Faith, illumine’
That I may, break the diabolic entrapment
And Let in, to keep’
The sweet fragrance forever
of simple trifoliate pinnate
Jasmine!

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.

Rumi

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…

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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.
Wikipedia

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 knitting..it 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  ..er…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 English..so 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….

70th Year AZADI MUBARAK

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swat jalsa2Majestic dust, unfenced miracle

wonderous joyous plentiful
created  for love of mankind All
a Great Blessing after The Fall
a home, an inn to stay the night
a place to work and pray in peace
to do All Good, Follow the Right
pray stay and spread The Light
No Emperors Kings or Queens Royal,
No Leaders Servers soldiers loyal
nor the saintly honest nor simple folks
remain on thrones, wearing robes and cloaks…
abide only in brave deeds and words
leave behind castles kingdoms and swords
Today peace prevails but for the Independent Spirit

The Love of Homeland Pure

Gift Blessing of Almighty Allah

HAPPY  INDEPENDENCE  DAY

Long Live Pakistan Zinda o Paindabaad

 

Rainbow Hiding in The Crying Clouds~Return of the Mysterious Dialogue 2017

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IMG_20170310_162143_434‘awakened are we to the desires forbidden….asleep are we on the fires we should kindle’

Fires of a different kind rage,some deliberately set some by nature,but mostly by design,such are the times when hatred guile deception reigns,terror strikes without warning Death is all over, famished for spirits,it seems working hard as ordained…but stupor slumber drunkenness greed selfishness supreme, palling the senses, creating rotten states in once green and pure lands…Lethe is in high flood, reaching almost the danger level…more rains are predicted and may the Lord Master shower Mercy….mercy..mercy….He hears us…..there goes thunder…oh it is frighteningIMG_20170404_120112_792

Salam Salam I heard the cry for mercy’….why faith is weak tonight?…

Peace Peace to you too…faith faith…got to be strong…trying to be more..well, it is uncertainty,uncertainty  that prevails…but I have found a certain feeling a certain calmness…only when….

‘calmness is good’ it comes with obedience…obedience to all..first to the Master then….

‘my parents are no more…Ah I am a parent and a grand parent…myself..yet I keep seeking mine..and not finding them at times..I cry….

pray pray pray in prayer lies calmness and the comfort of the heart and soul’

yes,I saw the news of children dying in Syria..so many…so young…….please say something….please do not be silent..

‘on this I cannot….only the Master knows….best….you know that….

‘yes but it is painful’what can I do, how can we make things better?

just do your duty and that is a lot..check the neighbors, seek needy people nearby if not far….give…give…

‘too much black….magic..magic..jealousy…and ..activity..strange and dangerous….’

it was years ago too when knowledge was revealed …but be not afraid..faith is the key the solution and you have the Book’ take guidance …respect the word of the Master…nothing can harm you if you are right truthful and honest….

I am trying..but why are the rulers …..

they have lost their way…and shall not find it ..if they do not forgive and return and above all repent..repentance…repentance…..

‘I feel the skies have messages..I run to see..and there are eyes in the clouds…looking down….where are the rainbows ?

Rainbows? wait for them..they are hidden for the time being..they are there in the clouds…this is a time of warning..when lightning flashes and thunder crashes..know that it is a warning..turn towards prayer…..

٧  فَإِذَا فَرَغْتَ فَٱنصَبْ 7  When your work is done, turn to devotion. The Soothing’  Verse No 7 and 8 ‘and to your Lord turn for everything….’

I do I try I am trying….I am waiting for the rainbow….’

thunder lightning and rain outside….’

silence….