Poetry from Another Realm--Dr. Riaz Ahmad

                 An Errant – his Apology   Fair and hurriedly, my eyes and their chase, Every corner and nook, of this gloomy maze, Mindless and astray, and with my wild eyes! Probing in and around, aye beyond the skies!   Sports and gambol  hadst  taken me away,  I was an errant, my thoughts very astray, Aye I wilt venture and someone may say, And unveil, wherein ambushed; I did lay!   My quivering eyes review it, from a tower, My foe had crouched, in greenwood bower, Where the hateful sloth, arose from the lair, And engulfed me, into the bewitching glare!   Ah it lured me; soon into its haven bright, That world of leisure, this ease and flight, Stealthily, those moments slithered away, A soul was swapped for a dumpling of clay!   My life was like a ferry, on the oceans afloat, Many an enticement, and attractions to dote, I were to plot the lines, the right or the wrong, Currents were seldom low, very ...

                     I and the Rose   Beholden in an  alien mead , just  alone, Of  the noblest scion , lo it were  borne, The fragrant rose ,  draped  ruby  bright, Puffing scent, in  mid st  of a dark  night!   To silent overtures, I didn’t catch clue Verily  ’ twert  chaste,  so   pure and true, Sitting atop a stalk; in  the  velvety red! A  unique guise , but  amid thorns  b l ed!   The folks  had  adored ,  and admired it, The aroma, the colo r ,  and   its  each  bit, A lure, a fantasy or a fairy-like  dream! M y muse  afire, and I raised a  scream .   Bees and butterflies hovered around, Tenacious to their cause ever bound, And  craving  they  must  fairly  appease, The  crazy looks, in the scented breeze .   Those dew beads aye ...

                       A thought fledged The  song I wishe d to sing , ah   remains unsung, Dreams have  wings , fading,  and  thus far  flung, The  flute of reed , breaths some  subtle tunes, S ome waves flutter , tearing thru  silent dunes!   Time’s  endless ,  lo   gates  to  l ight open and close , A silenced bud unfurls, and forth the scent flows, The whiffs stir the  tempest , in to a burning desire , Drawing a veil of invisibility,  over  the  leaping fire.   Inflicted with  the pain of  love, my cherished grief! Ensnared in thoughtless vista, I’d wished  no relief, The remedy fetched,  had  burned my quivering lips, Honey and gall  withal ,  I ’d sup ped with relished sips.   The missive on wings,   my agony  to the azure sky, My imagination’s rise and fall,  but...