You want for the crawls and climbs,
sublimes and lemons.
Let the kid run, helplessly,
so he or she strives
for the unreachable star.
“Stop growing!” a mother hollers.
A father has their bags packed.
Shikata Ga Nai, the wise say.
Mother must cry when separated
by the wibble-wabble of time.
Dad must harumph over remnants,
tricycles and toys in garage and attics,
shed tears behind dry eyes.
Most children fall
into another’s arms
and mother must cry.
Shikata Ga Nai cannot be denied.
The silence of empty nest and eventual death.
The middle years of hugs from kids of kids.
Kids calling through the ether,
wondering why their kid must keep growing taller.
You want to tell the secret, but must hint
at the eventuality -
reality it seems,
Shikata Ga Nai -
don’t deny the truth.
Shikata Ga Nai - It cannot be helped.
Categories:
wabble, children, parents,
Form: Free verse
When I entered into the city of Light,
No betting odds among dawn and twilight,
The vitality is alive, well and bright,
Oh beloved Karachi, a marvelous sight,
Every affiliate for you is momentous,
The sun rises upon us as gorgeous,
Alpha to omega you’re vivacious,
And the symbol of superb glorious,
To walk on the shore of Hawks bay,
To touch her mud and clay,
And meanwhile to run or lay,
Won’t I forget all never and nay,
On the pier of sea view we dabble,
Hither, thither and wabble,
Conduct a race o’er and scramble,
Capriole there and babble,
Your alleys and ways may remain shine,
To the eternity, so I pine,
And desire for harmonious fine,
With countless blessing of divine,
May your liveliness long forever,
May you be the land of peace ever,
May Almighty protects your inhabitant from clever,
Scums of evil ,so they harm you never.
Shahid Hussain Chouhdry
Categories:
wabble, beach, character, earth, emotions,
Form: Quatern
on
wenesdays
in
wakerlife
the
wallydrags
wading
in
waterish
wanton
water
with
websters
&
waitress
off
work
when
weaned
in
ways
that
weirdward
women
will
wheeple
they
wabble
towards
wagons
waiting
on
waist
anchors
which
would
allow
wandering
whereon
white
withering
wild
whippoorwills
will
williwaw
when
worried
about
winglets
wirbling
whislt
wiseacres
watch
them
wanting
only
woodshedding
&
not
wailing
whining
witches
or
womanthropes
who
wallow
in
wrackful
wyrd.
Categories:
wabble, life
Form: Free verse
He stumbled in, and fell to the floor,
said come on baby, run me to the store,
I'm out of drink, and I can't drive,
just put me in on the passengers side.
OK I said, grab you another shirt,
that one looks like you rolled in the dirt.
Wabble, wabble, out to the truck,
maybe you will make it, with a little luck.
Straight to town, past all the stores,
right to the jail, he opened the door.
Go on in, and tell them what you need,
I'll be right here, then we'll get something to eat.
One hard lesson, he learned that night,
don't ever ask me to drive.
Categories:
wabble, life, time, me, me,
Form: Free verse