Poetry from Another Realm--Dr. Riaz Ahmad

                              Love   How  shall I  name it? The passion or fire, Now  covert,  then overt, dear then  dire, Deep as an ocean, or just a  gust y steam , A whirlpool, a wave or a flitting  dream!   F idelity,  piety in  a  y ounker’ s erring eye , A fanciful wish , decoyed in grave sighs, A rare troth, in abundance a blatant li e, Wert  love  a chameleon ? ‘neath  the sky.   Glamour  a nd  design s  knit , just one  trick, The loving  heart , they would fondly   f lick, Sweeter than honey, oozing tears of gall , Lur ed to bumpy  road, lover’s   piteous  fall.   Never a  fixed mark, one moving shadow! An agile apparition,  on the lush meadow, Usually  bl ights the  bloom ,  in  life’s  prime, And to the ruins,  beat ing its ...

            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...

                A mystic Cruise   I would st live  yon der ,  by  a  green  hill, Lounging, afar from charm and thrill, And never a soul may wander  by me, Or breeze, silently  drift from the sea.   I’ll  let my imagination soar and apace, Bound less  spans, in a moment brace, Meditating ’lone, beneath starry sky, My wandering gaze, and whirling sky .   A calm shelter , beneath a maple  tree, Where I  may  lie ;  unchained and free, Me a  free soul ;  aimlessly  I shall  roam, I love a tramp to be,  without a home.   On a sweet morn’, a robin   must  sing, On the floral twig, to hop and swing, A  swish; and I saw  cana ries  in  the  air , Amid  scents  and beauty ,  free of care.   Winding streams, in the  silvery sheen, And water  to  reflect ,  the supple green, ...

                    By way of Contrast     Send-off  to him ,  born in  the pelf ’s domain, His  ancestors marveled in might and main , Who w as pampered and tended with  love, The prized jewel , priced a goldmine above.   Send-off to him,  he ’d  lived  lavishly  at ease, Free  from worldly gruff and  pensive  pleas , He  cared naught ,  and wa l ked a snooty way, The   victim of  sham ,  but  time held the sway.   Bye  to him , with his ways of   ease  and  leisure, Engaged in sport ;  and the pursuits of pleasure, A carefree, happy go lucky, the sort of fellow, Humming tunes about , gleesome and mellow .   Curse  him , he  lived free from worry and woe, His eyes  gleaming , and his visage were  aglow, When  a smile played ;   mingle with  his  rosy face, Pea...