Poetry from Another Realm--Dr. Riaz Ahmad

              A wondrous S troll   And  must  blow  softly,  that icy gale, Over mountains, hills and  the v ale, N ight  to fall,  I’d   quickly  plod ded  on, Into   silence , I wert so  gently  drawn.   And  an icy drift ,  must tardily blow, On my  face ,   to  beat  the flaky  snow, My  flowing  breaths ,  trail ed  behind, Glare of snow , the glower to blind.   In dank and  cool , the  moonlit night, I beheld wren s ,  on the twigs alight, To the whistling wind,  carol a song, Medi t a ting alone,   I’d  trekke d  along.   Away from the mankind,  far  away! Amidst  icy  gales ,  I ’d  love d to  sway, Yon and afar, O my  wanton  glance ! In a misty blank, I eyed  flakes dance.   On the virgin snow, gallantly I trod , A t...

              A dive into Past   She would breathe  unto  me soft, Words of love, her mastered craft ! Alluding to a silvery orb, in the sky, Eyeing me thru rents, in clouds high.   The Milky Way, and the twinkling star, She spoke softly, and I recall pole star, On  twinkling jewels, I darted my  stare, At North Star !   T he Nature’ s guide  fair !   S he poured  yodels  fondly, into my ears,  And dro ve away , all my childhood fears, H er  slender  fingers , would  comb my hair, H er lips  quivered, her   whispered prayer!   My  head  slipped aside,  on her fair arm, I drew   my face,  near her breaths warm, She did warble songs, into my ears keen, The echoes  of yore,  of verity and sheen!   Ah she pressed  her lips , on my lips  close, Rosy  and  soft , more than  petals  of  rose, And ...

  ​ ​             The Flower and Breeze   Pensively wandering,  on the wayside, A flower  were there, blooming beside, Lonely and borne on the  solitary stalk, Banged about; with  breeze ‘twill talk!   "Why wert I  alone ,  and so  withdrawn", My love’s singularity, nights thru dawn The cruel wind ripped, every  single leaf, No one  nearby, no one shares my g rief .”   “ Amidst ragged rocks, I was  born alone , The beauty in singularity, but unknown, In red hot  sun, and the Sun’s  strong  light I braved thirst, and held on to life’s fight. ”   “Watch me in the purple, standing  aloft, I  embraced rigors  to my core, never soft, Wild wind and rain, I have been through , Writing  lines in abstract,  to  my  life’s clue .”   The breeze  pondered, and  heaved a sigh, A gaze on  the flower, pensively  it ...