Monday, May 30, 2011
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
You that sang to me once sing to me now
let me hear your long lifted note
survive with me
the star is fading
I can think farther than that but I forget
do you hear me
do you still hear me
does your air
o breath of morning
night song morning song
I have with me
all that I do not know
I have lost none of it
but I know better now
than to ask you
where you learned that music
where any of it came from
once there were lions in China
I will listen until the flute stops
and the light is old again
- W.S. Merwin from " In The Shadow of Sirius"
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Silence of the night
Heartbeat of refrigerator
Humming of tropical ceiling fan
Funny how silence of the night
Friday, May 20, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
He was born on a Monday morning
Neighbor's alarm snoozed six times
Streets freshly swept
Grass moist as ocean spray
Lunch packed in a rush
School children run to yellow bus
Roads dotted with office traffic
Silent revolts against life in a box
Sweet memory of Saturday
Long wait for Friday
Sunday always short
Stock market stampede
New news cycle seems old
Longest day of the week
He was born on a Monday morning
Memory of Saturday
Wait for Friday
Put on snooze
again and again
Saturday, May 07, 2011
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting--
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
- Mary Oliver
Monday, May 02, 2011
Sunday, May 01, 2011
Mainey jo sang taraasha tha khuda ho baitha
Uth ke manzil hi agar aaye to shayad kuchh ho
Shauq-E-Manzil to mera aablaa-pa ho baitha
Masalaht cheen gayi quwwat-e-guftaar magar
Kuchh na kehna hee mera meri kata ho baitha
Shukriya ai mere qaatil ai masiha merey
Zehar jo tuney diya tha wo dawa ho baitha
Jaan-e-shahazaad ko min-jumlaa-e-ada pa kar
Huuk wo utthi ki ji tan se juda ho baitha
- Farhat Shehzad
Key to urdu words: Khafa: Angry, Annoyed, Displeased, Sang: Stone, Taraashaa: Carving ; Shauq-e-Manzil: Eager search of the goal/destination, Aabalaa-paa: Blistered Feet;Maslehat: Public interest, a thing that is right or wrong, Cheen-na: Snatching, Quvvat: Strength, Guftaar: Conversation, Discourse, Speech, Talk, Quvvat-e-Guftaar: Strength of Speech, Sadaa: Sound, Tone, Voice, Qaatil: Killer, Masihaa: God ( as Christ) , Zehar : Poison, Dawa: Medicine , Shehzad: A reference to the poet, Farhat Shehzad, Min-jumla-e-ada: fragile state, Huuk: shooting pain ( translation thanks to Ek Fankaar )
What if rabbit had a habit?
What if habit hopped like rabbit?
What if once upon a time there was a line?
Was if line wanted to rest some time?
What if sky wanted to step down to earth?
What if earth said sky you make me full of mirth?
What if oasis said I exist because of desert?
What if dessert said my existence is an oasis?
What if fruit made the seed sprout?
What if sprout said fruit can I know you inside out?
What if heart touched what eyes can't see?
What if eyes gave heart an unseen sight?
What if island was the heart of twirling ocean?
What if twirling ocean was unaware of island within?
What if ping pong ball was a zen cat in motion?
What if cat was curious about ping pong karma lotion?
What if solid dreamt of having a liquid volume?
What if liquid wondered what will solid cube assume?
What if ice wanted to warm up for coming winter?
What if winter waited to wear the ice sweater?
What if puppet said I want to know my own thread?
What if thread said in you puppet my being is embed
for all that lies ahead
A little blue, a little red
This day, as life , is violet
NaPoWriMo Daily Prompt #30:Choose a color and write a poem from that color’s perspective.