Poetry from Another Realm--Dr. Riaz Ahmad

                A child’s Supplication                                                           As years roll on, make a human of me, To perform unwavering ,  in woe or glee,  Enticed  away to the allures, I’m naught, With  that of  iron will ,  I may be wrought.   Award me prized  vision ; I shall see thru The tangled paths, the virtuous I pursue, With a beauteous heart, I must be blest,  And decipher the mystery,  in my breast.   Light me the  treks  of love  and compassion, Plodding the streak of truth, be my passion, The  flambeau  in hand, pass around  the light, The   vision to the blind;   i n  the black of night!   O my Lord! Help me the   faded  trail s   to  blaze, S...

                       An Entrance Tousled muse, this labyrinth and night, Usher me chaste, yonder to pure light, Help me sail swift, alight on filmy gale, Gulp ing all my way , swig s of divine ale .   In a tavern, an inebriate  is  pining away , Wits flouted, heart bleeding, and astray, Bleeding at the altar of love, yet in tears, Convulsing in a tryst, for unknown fears.   In   sottish  state, bless me a starring cup, To fill it with ale, and the divinity  I’ll sup , Like a lucky bird, I wilt verge on the brim, To behold the spark,  aye   my face  to rim !   Someone pours music, like  singing stream, Fountains play on fields, all lush and gleam, In parables of life, let flow heavenly breeze, A glimpse and a startle, my heart shall seize   An infinite sphere, beyond the Sun and sky, The lamp in my heart, lends fuel to  my sig h, Celestial orbs whirl, stars ...

                A missive from motherland   The deprived and oppressed folk, of my  land, Ever  dealt with  ruthlessly, with an  iron hand, Always  thriving below ,  or on the poverty line, Alack! Amid  the fertile lands of rich sunshine.   The  children  live,  in the damp and biting cold, Half naked; ah  on  the  wickers piteously rolled, With wizened visage, their  arms weak and lank, Shelter less they loiter, in the dreary  and dank!   Glitter  less  eyes of stony stare , lackluster smiles The dying flicker slaughtered, on altar of guiles, Blinds drawn across, if there were a  ra y of  hope, Abandoned to the  abyss , hapless   they’d  grope!    And  dexterous hands, swapped with  the bowls, Begging for alms,  the humanity  sinks and  fouls, From pillar to post ,  abjectly they are ...

  My prayer   My diction may be, not  worth a crown, Nay I engage  phrases for some  renown, Ah the  lines  glitter,  in their humble flow, Strew  scintilla in  dark,  soft  in  their  glow!   Wherefr om come? I  know it  naught, But of the very grit ,  they are wrought, Of mine heart, blood and the soul all, Born of wounded heart, may enthrall   Silent hearts, that would  impart force, To doused passions, run violent course , Then  engrossed , truly in a  tumult wild, Ah  tossed  on wildfire, as angels smiled   Thoughts often cross my mind and go, A few remaining, may to flashes grow, Thence ignite ardour, the ire within me To realm of fantasy and vehement glee.   To the secret whispers, I lend the  tongue, Deep  in my heart , O  squeezed and wrung, And the pent up charge ,  very often I vent, I’m a  loner , with my  mind’s...

              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...