Poetry from Another Realm--Dr. Riaz Ahmad

            His mystic Voyage   Clock’s ticking,  who ’ll journey alone , At core of his   heart ,  ah  truly  for lorn, The  dark  crevice ,  shal l  deceive  fright, For  a bright er  day, destined  his  flight.   Brighter than the S un , dazzling  out, Whose glare he  shalt , speedily  flout, And the  earthy  pangs , he had borne, Rapturous and free, from a cage torn.   Away f rom the Lucifer ; sorely he  lives, T he  gambol  seekers,  he keenly sieves, Why a  widow weeps ,   an  orphan pines? He weeps  tears, while  his mercy shines .   At  mid  of nights; he’d weep and whine, His sanctuary glaze; relays silvery shine , To l ooming shades , where occur naught A t race o f  beatitude ;  with doubt  fraught .   On the path of rectitude, his stride’s long, A voyage infi...

                     Ego and Soul   I know naught, where  and who am  “ I ” ? Whither is that  “ I ” ? I always failed eye, From somewhere it came and began, And mysteriously thru my life ;  it ran!   My  ego,  the  self,  my  soul and my mind, Putting  all together ;  yet  I  couldn’t find, Define the   lines of cleavage amid  them, The touchstone, know grit from   a  gem!   Enshrouded within another, truth or lie , In unison, they  play  their part very  high, Since inception , the  subtle tunes of life! Evoked from  the  tangled cords ,  of strife.   And  the answer ; if it may seem   very  nigh, Flo uts itself, ‘ cause  a  blind eye won’t pry, The immortal sneaking , calm  in my frame, Whither is  the “ I ” ? Oh this  tricking name!   How come? Th...

                   Leave me alone   My comrades! Let  me  go and  tread 'lone, I’m  a ching and  gruesome , ah   gone  forlorn, At odds with the folks, I  prefer  walk alone, Met with estranged looks, silently I  groan .   Hypocrisy and truth, are foes  just the  two , Coming across both,  aye  the fake and true , The soul s far  and  apart,  blunted   and  hushed , Folk’s  veil ed  face s , aye panicked   and  flushed .   Life’s short span, how longevity embrace , The  chances  ru n,  why reason loses grace? In a flooded river , why to seek bricks dry; Creature  of mud and sli me;  why  ‘twill fly ?   A  life  of tumult , w h ere ’s a  touchstone to sift , Allure and gambol flare,  while hunger ’s a gift, Tyranny reigns flagrant, while freedom hides Hones...

               A Nomad  ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Be wildered and aghast, he speaks , The silenced  v o lumes, in his shrieks , And  his own  tears,  he would st  drink, Oozing  from his heart , his eyes blink.   H umane and assertive he would speak On troth and virtue ,  stress he ’ll wreak , His heart a  blissful resort ; free of stress , Of earthly pursuits ,  and  the  impish mess.   Among   his  peers , a spell he would st  break, F rom  the deep slumber, whip them   a wake; He were  a  poor victim ,  of spiteful thought, H e would st  sup  tears of woe , afore the rot.   In the scorching sun , he would st  stray , On the  arid deserts ; he ’d  fret and fray , Woe driven, he won't discover  a soul, A ccord with him;  for  the  beloved  goal.   Nothing’s a free g...

               Recalling a Friend                                                                                        You come here one, two and three, Wriggling, giggling, tactless and free, Flakes floating zigzag;  one lovely  day , Clutching flakes ; O what  a jolly way!   He  came  quickly,  from the riverside,  He was impatient;  would  soon  glide, Down a   sharp  steep ,  of a snowy hill, With awe he would;  our  hearts chill.   We beheld him;  pass a  weird  clown! Drooling, and  in  jet  black and brown, Always an ace  he had,  up his sleeve, Fallen ill, leaving our minds to grieve.   Nimble;...