Poetry from Another Realm--Dr. Riaz Ahmad

                         O Candor                                                                            S weet candor , verily  thou   are  the  sweet, In a silent tryst,  my  heart and soul meet , Jargons of candor, had softly lit my face, The décor of flair, with entrancing grace.   Thou sh all endure, the light of my eye, Excel   the  stars ’ glitter, there  in  the  sky, To  sparkle mutely, thy candor and truth The s oul of tears, born of love and  ruth !   Thou are the beauty, to strip off the mask, The  gentle breeze revealing verity , thy  task! Undo the  fads of skeptics, gently and softly, Many a bloom grace thy lips,  utter...

                 ASK ME NO MORE   Where from I come, and  whereto I go, Quell ing passions , the ir  ebb and flow, In the  turbulence; myself I often lose, Ask me not ,  what in my breast brews?   But sweet symphony, that I  hear not, With my dreamy eyes ;  and tears a lot, But fearing, a tongue if they were lent , Will assail my heart ,  to a grievous rent!   I know no trace ,  why tides wax and vane , Riled  waves  like passions, unveil my pain, I ’d  watched eternity ,  hung in ethereal air, From  void to fullness ,  thru  domes bizarre!   Therein my heart longs ,  to be dissolved, From ominous yoke ,  I shalt be absolved, Of all that dreads me ,  thru day and night, Unfettered ,  to the beacon of lucent light .       I were distraught ,  as secrets revealed, Amidst exposure ,  I were so concealed, In ...

                              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 ...

                  My invocation   Modest and artless, is my  life’s way! M y eyes  downcast , y et yon and away, Fixed o n the zenith , where they  shine, Amidst t wink l ing stars ;  arrayed in line.   Concealed ‘neath my tattered  guise, Rumbles  a humble  soul , that belies Glamour and glitter, pomp and airs, ‘Twix t heaven and hell, a path bares   That  of rectitude,  grueling  but  fine, Thinner than film ,  and   times nine, ​ A n abyss , fathomless  on each side, So  horrendous ,  aye   this  tricky  ride!   Never the less, it calls  for sacrifice, Nigh impossible!  To p ay the price; Then pay it ever,  all thru one’s life, Ver il y strain ing , this  blessed strife!   Wherein gold or pelf , would n’t help, The mightiest hither;   will  there  yelp, With smothered faces ,  ...