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O BELOVED MOTHER, O BELOVED SISTERS....

O beloved mother, o beloved sisters
departed from me, within years
of each other, to sadden my living;
I spend my days weeping...
reminiscing in my sorrow:
how we laughed together,
and faced another serene tomorrow,
knowing that sharing kindness
would bond our destinies
in ways so devoted and immense!   


O beloved mother, o beloved sisters...
I let the unconsumed joy of memories
take me to those yesterdays
to thank God for our existence,
when we enjoyed the gifts He offered;
yes, even the smallest of them 
were so lovely and precious!
And by watching how you faced death,
I admired how you became the bravest...
slowly letting go of what you possessed!


O beloved mother, o beloved sisters...
do you want me to continue crying,
or smile and console you with a future promise:
that soon we'll embrace one another
under the joyful eyes of our Creator?
Nothing foolish I will do to harm myself;
and wait I will 'till my end comes,
but until then my solemn prayers I'll recite
amid tombstones guarded by triumphant angels...
and bound for Heaven, I'll be smiling!


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Memory

“Memory”

sometimes in mass
as sacred songs
wash over me like rain,
 
I break free
and drift 
into memory,

and again you rise, 
your tears flow
as tears fill my eyes,
your dying breath
whispering
good bye;

after so many years,
the knife still cuts
and again, and
again

I cry.

(20 May 2015)


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sweet baby girl

Sweeter than a flower special as could be
A little girl softly asleep
Kneeling in prayer singing a tune
Beautiful young one baby girl
See her face glowing
Know that she's going to a better place
Surrounded by angels
Near the pearly gates
Safely in the sacred arms
Looking up at Jesus face
Sweeter than a flower
Special as could be
A little girl softly asleep
Close your eyes right now
See her going
To a better place
Your little baby girl


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Goodby Mother

The jaw drops
as the lids of mine eyes
and mine dome

The whole procession
did hear these knees clap
with the stone
as the Elder read;
"This is,
her new home"


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Today

today, I die. 
 Don't Cry, this is the way it is. Don't cry, it's ok.
I'm ready.  it's so different, when you know you have to go.  everything seems so...so pointless.  All I ever stressed about, thought about, and cried about, gone.  All I can think about is what lies ahead.  In a moment I'll begin my journey into an eternal world. Where my past decisions guide me to my destination. What will heaven be like? Will I get to Heaven?  A couple of minutes all I could think about was my mother.  How dare she do what she did!  A couple of minutes ago, all I could think about was how long before I moved away.  How quick that has all changed.  My anger brought my actions. and now I lay, I lay here...hopeless. Don't cry.  I know I made my mark.  And I'll always remain, in your hearts......I sat there in church, in front of a coffin, a man.  Stitched lips and powdered face.  I saw what death brought, and felt nothing.  I sat, watching, staring, as some mourned.  Not me.  I sat there watching, gazing.  Around me, someone was sad, not because of death, but because she lost her cell phone.  In front of me lay death, and around me, no one cared.  Will I matter. will people lose their cell phones at my funeral. Mother: I'm sorry.  I know for 16 years you've done your best.  Mother I'm sorry, I want you to know.  I did notice all the things you did for me.  You'd give yourself to not lose me.  A working woman, a mother of three.  I noticed.  I love you mom, don't cry.  dad.  you weren't there much, most of my life. its ok.  I know that if you could, you would.  dad, don't cry.  I hold no grudges.  for all of you that I talked to, for mom, for dad, for my sisters, and for YOU, don't cry.  i have to go now.  God.. I'm ready. I'm sorry, I know I messed up...but I was good.  Today...I die. it's ok. I'm ready.  My whole body...It's warm, a sensation, a tingle, a swarm.  now.. I die its ok don't cry, I’m ready.


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Eternity

Eternity

Many times, I saw my spirit.
Many times, I felt my soul.
In life, I lived courageous.
Now it is time for me to journey home.

If you cry, that is fine.
If you laugh, that is better than a cry.
Rejoice in my life and shout praise.

For I am 
Therefore, I shall be
In peace, I leave this world.
To my love ones, I am with the Lord.

Sure happy to have lived
Not sad that my time has come
The benevolence of the spiritual realm is a breeze from a waterfall.

The Lord is my keeper.
He called me home.
No more sadness let us all rejoice.

Ms. Carrie Mae Sexton is now reunited with Jehovah God Lord.  A woman of statue... 
A woman of worth... All that knew her will truly miss her.

Never a life lost but one done with the world and because she walked a virtuous path, her life is shown.  The Lord knows best and we must know the same.   Our mother sojourns and in peace, she lays.

[“Be assured that just as an hour is only part of a day so life on Earth is only part of eternity.” C.L. Allen]

User Name: Verlena
Psuedonym: Oblivion Dark Sunshine
Motif: Grief and Bereavement

-Contest Enter: Space & Time - Metaphorically written... Eternity is space and time...  February 2014


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ELEGY TO LOST CHILD

                                        Elegy to Child Lost


                                 Passion's love oft tempts despair
                                 Casts a prideful cosmic dare--
                                 Like Prizing Joy's most intimate caress
                                 Babe snug beneath a mother's breast

                                Senses at this time are keen
                                There's no secret kept between
                                Loving mother, wriggling babe--
                                Wanted , dreamed of, much delayed
                                But entwined twin was also loved--
                                Some say Nature's method proves
                                That one twin may give all to mate---
                                But this fatal sacrifice must decimate.

                                Only mother's eyes would feel babe's smiles--
                                or sense those legs that wandered miles
                                And daring feet that danced in tunes while
                                Arms swam in gentle Celtic croons.

                                When babe vanished--not  a sound.
                                Mother 's grief was not allowed.
                                Tempted so to trail behind
                                Escaping shattered troubled mind. 

                                Squelching sorrow's hungry arms
                                She Tried erase babe's fluttering charms
                                Never spoke of-- never mourned.
                                By her husband she was warned
                                Was best forget a child so early lost--
                                Funerals, gravestones--such a cost--

                                But the years have called babe near,
                                Mother's journal writ in tears:
                                'Please forgive my selfish heart.
                                Repressed from all --this tragic part
                                I felt your sacrificial act--
                                You left your cherished twin intact'.

                                There is no law of random acts
                                Doctors examine data facts
                                It may be --that in the womb
                                When both spring flowers cannot bloom
                                One bold twin refrains to eat
                                Compels the other to complete
                                Hardy growth that life requires---
                                Sparks survival's crucial hours.

                                Not an accident 'tis sure--
                                Boldest spirits blossom pure.


Victoria Anderson-Throop ©


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I FOLDED MY MOTHER UP

I Folded My Mother Up

I folded my mother up
Into a creased peace of paper 
Folding memories into intentions.
Flattening the dementia of unstructured emotions
Into a neat, file-able document.

We  arc this abyss;  tightening ropes  over time.
We are not our worst intentions, 
but we are the acts that follow.
Like clobbering footsteps tripping over 
broken pavements of Being.

We are the not sum of our categories 
or the crimes that we have witnessed
But we are the balance 
That keeps us falling forwards without stumbling
Over our own shoelace sense of time.


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Mother Earth

She laughs like the sea
She talks like the river
She caresses like the sun
She sleeps like the moon
She weeps like the wind
She loves like summer
She cheats like spring
She dances like autumn rains
She plays like winter snowflakes
You can love her
Or hate her
But she is everything
We have


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Mother of all

Come when you are ready to love me
And come when you realized more of love
The time when flesh mean nothing than dust
Come when you are ready to see me
Not just pain that paint my solace soul
And when darkness no longer breeds sorrow
Come when you really want pure bliss
And call to whom that bestow blessings
Wait for me as I stagger like a foolish pagan
Come when all sores are wide open
Wide enough for a blind eye to see
Call me before dawn fades my dreams
Light the wisdom of the goddess to this valley
A valley I wander through day and night
Find your vanity before winter wrinkle all sweat
I shall wait to the corner of your heart all night
Visit me more often than you thirst for water
Water my dust with your pure tears
Look for signs to those flourishing flowers
And sing my last rhymes of sweet poetry


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My Chick

You’re skin and bones, chick.
Compassion commands me stop, 
stare, on my path, where you sleep.
I see dryness, hear stillness, feel silence.

You’re skin and bones, chick.
Were your chirps for worms
silenced in unsound Mother’s ears?
Your wings, too weak,
too still, on your first, failed, flight?
Your plume-less limbs
Coverless in cold night?

Uncovered corpse, bony chick.
No shore water to wash away
your undug green grave
in a low, lonely juniper.
My eyes wash me in salt water.

I have a path; yours ends here
your bones sinking, my brain soaring.	
Which frightened robin, fleeing my footsteps,
was your  misguided mother? So unlike mine, 
who saw her child, underfed, and said,
“You’re skin and bones, my chick.”


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GOODBYE MOTHER

Mother, are you coming when the sun stop crying? 
The moon beams in tears in the sky
Its tears are the clapping drums on us
Are you going to leave our back on the ground?
Papa had sold his soul in the bar
Where his father refused to accept defeat
when are you coming back to sing the lullaby?
Our aging mind await the new rain
Exclamation of our heart brings down the unholy elegy 
To unmasked feelings
Written to say goodbye not to smile
When are you coming home mother?
Goodbye flaps so high above my eyebrows
I can not denounce the watering diction of his eagerness
When shall we see again and embrace?
I stand alone at the door staring
Looking at the sound of dignity swinging at pace
Goodbye mother, goodbye Ugochimyerem
For the ageless sky shall be my shield.


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Elegy: ''Dear Mother, I cherished your love--''

Dear Mother, I cherished your love;
     so when you passed away I wept.
As your spirit rose up above
     my many tears, which felt inept,
flowed as we began to remove
     your cold, lifeless corpse as it slept.

We then assembled for your wake,
     a light event. It was not sad
or grave as we gathered to make
     and pay our respects and be glad:
as you laid there to never wake
     I worried, What if I go mad!?

Then, all too soon, the funeral
     took place on a cold, wintry morn--
all knew their place on arrival.
     I wept for you, tearful and torn,
as the service and burial
     left me feeling numb and stillborn.	


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Rondelet: Yang be evil

Rondelet: Yang be evil

  for the continuously raped and hidden
     minors of India

Yang be evil
Yin acts with rash impunity 
Yang be evil
No power controls the Devil
Wombs despoiled in mad enmity
Innocence: raped humanity
Yang be evil

(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012


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When my Mother Talks

Something about having
you inside
me feels like outside is
warmer than
inside even when
maybe it's not but
it could be and that
doesn't matter because
matter is about how
happy we are inside and
outside.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

RIP, Pete Seeger.
Namaste
~N


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For My Mother

A few months ago I went by the 
cemetery where you lay
I have been meaning to stop in 
but you know how life gets.

It was late September
chilly and overcast
the clouds were thick and
hung heavy above the sad oaks
like a gray sagging sheet.

The grounds were unkept
brown oak leaves collected
at the base of the headstones
that had caught them as they 
flew restless on the breeze.

I parked my car and walked
up and down the silent rows
headed toward yours
and allowed memories of you
to come into the focus of my minds eye

I remember waking up one morn long ago
and my eyes wouldn't open
So I screamed and cried
I felt the tears on my checks and still my 
eye would not open
then I heard your voice
then I felt you take me in your arms
then there was the warmth of your hands 
as they wiped the gunk
that had collected on them
from pink eye
in the night

I tired to imagine your smile
when my eyes did open
but the only thing I could see
in my minds eye was a featureless face

because
Addiction only takes 
leaving nothing at all

A breeze come over the cemetery then
bringing with it a chill
and I tried again to picture
you and your smile
along with it's warmth
and assurance of unending love
but I couldn't it was instead replaced
with the feeling of anger in your voice
when you called to ask me for money
one Christmas Eve a lifetime ago
I told you I didn't couldn't do it
that I didn't have it
but really I didn't believe your story 
and knew what the money was for

because
Addiction only takes
leaving nothing at all

I was coming up to your grave
then and I thought about how you use to
make me and my friends snacks
and brought them into my room while
we played video games
So I imagined you with a small platter of odds and ends
but in my minds eye
I saw only a manikin
wearing your clothes
holding a platter
with a sad smile
on it's plastic face

because
Addiction only takes
leaving nothing at all

A few steps from your stone
I thought about the call
when I learned that your liver
had finally failed
not long after I got home
to find someone that looked like 
yet nothing like
the woman I had known
your body failed with it.

I could clearly recall your 
epitaph
but when I rounded the stone
and stood in front of your plot
I was surprised by what I saw

Not long after 
the day we laid you down 
your stone was placed
it had read:
Debra Lynn Krage
Loving mother, Daughter, Sister. Wonderful Wife
Who will be forever missed in this life.

But that day
as I stood there
beneath that over cast sky
the words were indistinguishable
from the stone
like tears shed in rain
the last vestiges
illegible 
remained

I don't know why this surprised me
in hindsight I know well enough
after all
that Addiction only takes
and takes
and takes
leaving in it's wake nothing
nothing at all.


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I expect her to know

I don’t want to write about my mom,
She suffered in pain before she died,

But she always said she smiled when I did
Until the pain came and took her away.

She loved me, though never said such things
I loved her sometimes, I expected  her to know,

On the evening,  the night she died
Someone advised I should place my hand on her head

And tell, I love you mom,
I was not sure if she will hear or know.

Still I placed my hand and said, I love you mom,
There was pain in her eyes, she said nothing.

I traveled in the same hearse;
Expecting no one to see,  I place my hand one more time, 

And said, I love you mom -
She showed no pain or regret, nor she gave away her smile,

I even tried smiling that she may,
I waited the long dismal journey. 

I don’t want to write about my mom,
I expect her to know.


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FORGET MOTHER

Each time i scolded  and abused you
It send fear into your humble heart.
High tense in the mind with high wind.
I made you cry under no offense
Battered you like a slave 
And your tender heart  forgives .
emotional tears gushed out from your white eyes
pleading mercy but, it touches me not.
All i am interested is what i wanted
Not what your beautiful life desires.
i thrust you aside in pain but peace p revealed.
No motherly emotions attached between me and you 
BUt your tender mind seek wisdom.

I nagged and complained always,
But the wind take them away from your heart 
Perhaps fatherly love means a lot than mine.
I hated you but you loves me thousands times.
On the the bed beside your companion, the wall 
I pushed you aside and hit you thousand times,
YOu never complain to any one rather to the wall.
I made the street your home,
and the gluttons feed you and the flies your play mate>
You certainly have come to stay .
Yo may think all your thought, you may,
But your idea and dreams shan't see the day light 
Hear evidence the nature gives judgement.
i place no mouldy margin upon what i should imagine.

I made you fatherless because of ques t for fame,
the dream i had was to wash you away.
 The under world would be a better home for you .
Because i have no human feelings.
You cry to be free like the hibiscus flowers,
But i frustrated your dreams
And thrust you to the dark night
Where demons fear to tread.
I have no heart as a mother 
And you still loves me.
On the couch you laid soliloquizing
Wet the pillor every night for my seek 
In the mountain i hung my ears 
living life as i wanted.
i rejected  in the morning
In the afternoon i whipped you,
And in the night, you were left untouched.

i left you with no food .
Behind my eyes and my mind raging in anger 
Wildly as a hungry hyena
Seeking for time to take away your life 
You proved difficult right from the day i conceived you.
You are of a great person 
Telling me what you wanted 
Intimacy  and the bond between us i cut.
with days of illusion and abandoned dreams 
And sleeplessness with agony.
Twelve years of suffering poured on you from my stony heart 
IN you i have rediscovered the memory of my blood.


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Mom-N-Me

While watching "Name That Tune" reruns
I taste the garlic she used to put in the Beef Stew...
Thinking and laughing
about something we had done together...
Bittersweet mem'ries of days gone by...
She was my Mother, and now she's gone,
but she lives on in me.
Her mannerisms...her smile,
her eccentric ways of cleaning...
Her mood swings...laughter..tears...
Her struggle with alcoholism,
and my triumph over it.
I loved her dearly.

In loving memory of
Della Jeannette Ham 
9/24/20 to 10/20/94


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Flown and Gone in Gentle Grace

 "What incarnation is this?"
A July sun breaks my winter sleep,
  And ghosts in the fog are my only peace!
That early morning hoar chills
  The flesh and marrow, and the rains
Of discontent neither cleanse nor cease

  I hear "Caramba Chico!"
This room, it reminds me so of you:
  See the picture portrait - your silky hair,
The dark ceramic lamp of rings,
  Your canvas brush stroke, your books
Upon your shelf, your lonely empty chair

  Verily so in older days
A dry Penfolds filled your sherry glass,
  When you of me did ask "is the table set?"
And I ask what's for dinner - pelau
  Or maybe ham and hops to thankful fill,
But you say "boy, tonight is macafouchette"

 "Christopher Columbus!"
Garden earth and buds dug in kneeling;
  How you liked upon the cuttings to tread,
Or in slow quiet pause gently sip
  A tall sparkling shandy, light a cigarette,
Write a letter, or turn an epic page unread

 "Goodness Gracious Me!"
Stolen moments to drudgery escape
  In the garage pedaling the potters wheel.
Alas, into muddy clay buried
  Great burden and pain! I remember well,
Dear mother, how contented it made you feel

  As the hour grew late
I would camp upon your bed a while:
  Lay beside you - feel your warm breath,
And there watch you read 
  Of love, life and loss - but "Aye Caramba" 
Nigh was your own tale of sorrow and death

 "Murderation! Is that so?"
A great reckoning there was to come;
  No saving, no dream, no respite evermore!
Keeper, but not mine to keep -
  Healer, but not yours to heal: I would not
Get to say goodbye till on your grave I swore

 "Jumping Jehoshaphat!"
Out of the land of Isla de la Trinidad
  Landed wooden crates of jars from home;
But filled was I by your cup,
  Its love and succour real and everlasting,
And yet passed is a glory buried in the loam

  Oh, how the music played,
Closer and louder the beating drums:
  Calypso Rose the calypso queen to be!
When we at Carnival '78 danced
  Down Frederick Street; but the music 
Died, and now I long for its sweet melody

 "Ah chuts!" Not hug, not kiss, 
Not gaze passed between us ever again
  But for last sad audience in lifeless trace!
And in wings of sudden flight
  You were like a Blue Emperor Butterfly 
On the wind flown and gone in gentle grace



                --------------

    

                 
                  July 1993


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Rythm of a prayer

Let me sing this song
Dozens words in my yearning rhythm
Delivered within the wind of autumn
A single pray, only for you

In this moment of silence
Bearing clearly in my mind
The love we have given one another
In our years of sharing

You embraced me with endless love
A love that cannot be compared
And it lights my sky forever
Made me a woman I am

We are destined to have each other
Since my first breath, until your last
So I sing this song for you,
Mother.


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Elegy

I miss my mom...the heart of my soul!


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death cannot kill you, dear mother

soft-spoken & fair woman 
with much assurance to every child
her fair heart tallied with her colour
for hers was a fair pigmented skin
generous & kind to a fault
a face with ever-beaming smile
she lived one angel on this horizon
mother badaiki, loved by all
hers was a love-bound heart
when was she angry? when frowning? 
’tis the hardest to say she lived for us
mother badaiki, loved by all -
& death cannot kill you, dear mother!


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The Closet

Doubled up,
Hunched and hollowed;
Concealed, sitting in this musty closet.

Clutching memories to my chest and
Spreading out the others across this
Dusty darkened floor.
So dim, like these remembrances...

Straining to see through tears and years.
Some deeper wounds don’t fade with time,
Like yours, sweet long gone child of mine.

Advised against this self infliction,
I cannot stay away from my secret addiction.
Infused with your smells and special things,
I force myself to keep you here with me.
Inside my heart and this compartment.

Watching you grow in my imagination: older, taller.
Exquisite bittersweet daydreams
Of you still here and needing me.

So, gently back into the box my treasure;
Rest for now…time is not measured.
Soon I’ll return and once again
Hold your glossy framed grin
Against my broken heart.


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On The Road To Heaven { Mom's Elegy }

<                    We are gathered here today to celebrate Bernadine Goerlich's life
                      Though taken from us to soon she has now risen to be with the Lord
                      Do not fret for greif and sorrow shall pass too
                      Let us bow our heads and pray 
                      In thy name of the Father Son And Holy Spirit  {Amen }

                      At the tender age of 70 she lived her life to the fullest
                      Raising a family of 10 she always had an xtra room
                      For she loved her God family friends and her beloved pets
                      And even heard of her always baking cakes cookies pies and italian foods
                      She really must of had her hands full with 5 boys and 5 girls

                      For Lord please cradle her in your everlasting arms
                      Wash away her sins and lift her spirit to you
                      For she has earned her wings of golden tone
                      And  now can rejoiced with her own Father and Mother
                      In God's jubliee Kingdom  Let us pray {Amen]


Entry For
Dr. Ram's
Elegy Contest
G.L. All



In Loving Memory Of Mom
{1934 - 2005 }


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Tears of the Broken

Introduction: At some point of our lives, someone close to us departs off to the next
phase. We think of the good times and try not to think the bad; but sometimes it haunts us
back to how we responded in a naive way for our juvenile wishes. And sometimes we see them
in our dreams at the utmost optimism and glory. But the fact that we get to realize what
we did back then may have cherished and broken their souls in some ways, we always wonder
if we could alter the deeds that wounded their affection in our times of immaturity…And
pray that we get a second chance to do so for our next life. *the first two lines have some inspiration from another piece*



Even if our hearts were as strong as a storm, we’d still feel a little bit sad Knowing that we’ve lost our grandfather, our friend, our dad. For so many years, we’ve felt their presence In so many ways, we’ve felt complete, But truly, even if we deny – We sometimes skip a heartbeat. Our lives are nothing but their memories and their art, Orbiting us each day, reminding us of who we are Where we stand and to whom we belong, We pray and cry up oceans for them night after night Praying to be together just one more time, in the worlds of light. But yes you are so fortunate, that you got to leave, You’ve made it to the greater step, I pray for us to meet. May your soul be blessed and may it shine brighter than the sun, Again and again ‘I love you’ it’s not a lie, I may not have said it that much But I hope you knew inside, even if I may have been unkind as such Nothing is left for us to do but feel the tears stream down our eyes For we, once in a while have broken their hearts with one or two lies, Their face glows and vividly fades away from our dreams those nights That’s when we fall, fall down to our knees, pray for we could have changed The ways we reacted back in those days. Thoughts of those moments, thoughts of their sorrow smile Now makes us realize how we never cared, For that to overcome, we treasure the good times we’ve shared, The times we’ve heard them say “You’ve made me proud” The times we’ve felt them lay their hands, oh so be crowned. Their tender touch, their forgiveness Their blessings for us and their happiness, We pray to feel it all again Bring it all again, To the eternal life, after this time.


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My Kashmir Burns (Part 1)

I picture Kashmir through lightened KL. News of another massacre darkens my eyes
Winds are thirsty there. They continue to taste the young blood.
I groom myself with exquisite things,
Sipping ice tea in ac room, I comfort myself
And Kashmir burns. Kashmir set ablaze

I can smell the warm blood of beaten corpse
Where from winds bought this smell. Somewhere Karbala reborn.
Mosques are being slammed
There windows stoned. And the black boots leave their footprints on Mimber
Even God judges on evidence
There is one Imaam left now; he hides her daughters in his shadow
A blunt knife in his hands; soon he will sacrifice them to keep their innocence
Kashmir is burning. Kashmir is bleeding
And I write.

Army jeep chases the tracks. To find the associated bodies
They are alive now. Soon they will be dead
From Patan to Sopor, And in narrow passages of nostalgic downtown
Ghosts of curfew
Haunt the houses for young souls.

From the Kupwara cantonments, search lights chase emptiness
Nothing is left now. Search lights can’t see inside the graves
A boy there went missing for two days. His father starts digging his grave.
I put my earphones on and I close my eyes. I sleep
While my Kashmir is ablaze
“It’s me poor farmer’s son. Kupwara’s charm, I feel no pain”.
I see him so alive in my dreams.
He chants songs of Mahjoor from his burnt lips. My hands shiver. He has no finger nails.
I see his smoke tanned skin. Same as that of Khayam’s barbeques
He stands at a distance from me. I can still smell kerosene
“Tell my mother to let her heart become cold. Her heart will not bear my state.
Tell my mother to let her eyes become blind. Her eyes will not withstand my sight.”
I follow him towards his tortured body. He tells me to follow the spilled blood.
His blood has made its own Jhelum. I row on it. Until it gets lost in black boots
The story will turn into legend. I find his body no more.

On the streets silence prevails. Nobody has permission to wail.
Sisters are beatifying coffins while brothers look for stones.
For bullets there will be stones
Kashmir is ablaze. She is wailing in grotesque tones.
In Lal Ded hospital a new born cries: Father register me at cantonment then take me out
Death is recruiting in dozens at a time.
Tomorrow is curfew. Death has no curfew pass.
How they want to identity you. Becomes your identity
People burn up all you identity cards.


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Degeneration

Degeneration

Even now, watching you,
I try to gather the essence of your life.

Memoirs locked tightly in
A jar that clenches our united 
Soul, when I look at you.
Don’t let go.

Already gone, does your spirit
edge away?
Now when I should be saying
Goodbye,
Do I bitterly turn my back.

It’s killing me, stealing the 
Part of me that is you.

So I close my eyes
Hoping not to see,
What It’s done to you.

So I remember who you are,
Each time I play-
Pretend you are still here.

So I gather the essence of 
your life
to erase the reality of 
your death.

Even now, when I can still
Say goodbye,
I prepare memoirs of,
Your eulogy
God
Just
Don’t 
Let 
Go…………….


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RESQUICAT IN PACE

Meeting you in the court of dawn,
Yes! We played and cried on life’s lawn.

Mutating dreams to reality the task at noon,
Ordering my trembling steps to the moon
Tearing our fate at dusk
Hands of death task
Earth you depart mot my path
Resquicat in pace and in my heart


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WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO MITCHEL , MOTHER

where is mitchel, mother?
What has happened to mitchel, mother?
There is nothing in his room except an ancient
book and by its side a written note .
All his toys and balls gone in an exile.

Why is he not among us during morning prayers?
And everyone seems to be sad
Speaking through our spirits .
Why is his bed disarranged,
the mattress on the ground howling 
His wardrobe opened and no one bothered?

Why do you shake your head , papa?
And why is mama wailing in the dark ?
someone should tell me what has happened to mitchel 
Before i go mad for the sake of our love.
You said its nothing serious at all but
I heard him roared in the night 
Frightened like a frog chased by the snake.



Was it a nightmare that i saw them taken him away?
A man in white gown, black skin and hair cut in a fashionable manner.
His note read thus" i am gone, goodbye Vincent"
Is mitchel really died? is mitchel gone for ever mother?
Please bring him back to me, mother.

We both have a dream to conquer corruption and injustice 
Among humans especially the politicians.
And now he is gone before the new rain,
to an unknown land.

Why do you and papa cry as if no other option,
Get mitchel for me mother and 
Never allow him to belong to the freezer
He is too handsome for that.
So death could be so unkind and cruel to mitchel
The handsome lad, a dream weaver of all time.