Poetry from Another Realm--Dr. Riaz Ahmad

                             Her name !                                                                                    {For children}   M y eyes light on the beauty! As it  unfurls, Her  eyes  beaming and silken  her kiss curls, Prettier than the  Hoori , ah  hither she came, Another puzzlement! O what be her name?   Her complexion lucent,  and  her malar flush! Verily  so  vibrant , as if it wore  the rosy blush, O sure! Her little pink ish lips shalt outshine R ose petals ,  playing smiles pure and divine.   Aye her teeth were so  akin to pearls white, Those stringed gems , ah  in their order tight, P urely ...

              Painful ly ,   to a deli n quent                                                                O Juvenile!  A day shalt dawn on thee, Think vividly, and ruminate when free, Thy replica reflec ting, y ou would own, Heart and  soul, why so ghastly grown?   Stripped of grace, eyes to betray shame, Taunts zero in, share slander and blame, Shake off slumber, what went so wrong? Once you  marveled , a star  in the throng!   A  piercing flash to  rouse ,  thy lousy mind, In its glare discover vision; for eyes blind, In the dark of darkest night, prying alone; Unravel life’s skein, ah to blood and bone.   Of thy dalliance, the gambols  and  the  guilt, S omeone  mastered thee,  haloed in  the  gilt, ...

                         Life laid Bare   Life! The assembly of prismatic views , Of changing shades, and its alien hues , S omber and staid,  the luxury and glee , Now candid, then f athoms deep  a  sea .   Like a slender whiff of aroma in air lost D ew  drop to, the scorching Sun accost ; The colours of a rainbow, hurriedly fade, The  flurry  of life ;  in  filmy bubble  was  laid .   Water-laden  clouds  float,  ah d rained away, To douse parched land, aye  to the Sun stay, On  dunes  gliding  away , just the  caravan like The clouds  sca ling skies, on  rot s in the  dyke!   Revelry, gambol and the  wonted  sport, The avarice and greed , a few  to quote, Those snares and lures, the life falls to, The  cheat  or a charlatan, the  fraud  too.   Sparkle, splen...

                   E choes  from my Past   O my bygone? Where  that cold wind blows! ​ Familiar hills, my  life ’s  remembrance grows, My pals , shiver and chortle in an  icy draught! Coltish, in spirited , fantasized and distraught!   The warmth of youth , the colours to  unfold, Daring  and gallant , we  brave d  chill and cold, Aye with our  rosy lips ;  and rubicund cheeks, To kiss  icy flakes;  jig thru the winter weeks!   We  dance d  and frisk ed;  then skid and slide, The  snowing valley s; on the  mountain side, Notwithstanding icy blows,  and biting lash, We made the dart, aye our youthful dash!   Soon atop a peak, then  fluff ed  inches deep, With the clenched snowballs ,  down a steep, Frisk to and fro, and sprightly  whirl around, Our  youth,  in the white and snow crowned. ...