A Tapestry of Life

The Circle

The Circle is an endless race,
who can tell, where to begin or end?
words and Opposites run into each other in endless circles.

O light where would you be, If we hadn't the dark?,
loves warmth, most felt, in the midst of hate,
will there be a recovery, in the absence of a loss?

We toss a coin, knowing fate alone holds the odds,
I am a soldier, in a war stumbled upon
I fear neither Life nor death, for both are one,
living and dying happen under the sun.

As night runs into day and day into night,
seek the things seeming out of sight,
for the mystery of the circle lies at a point,
stop moving, stand at a point.

A broken clock proves wisest of all,
constantly its hands waiting at a point,
knowing time and chance happens for all,
its wish of being right on time, comes true every once in a day.

Life happens in circles, O one,
and the mystery of the circle lies at a point.

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Tender Heart

For I am new,look not upon me with pity, and sympathy, to the world i've been born
think me as light, even when darkness is all you see,
my Little hands and feets tender as they are, shall someday roughen and toughen, to bear a mind of it's own,
weep not on my behalf dear mother, for once, you were as I.

my palms weren't big enough to hand shake father,
so i gave it my all, grabbed a hold of his fore-finger,
I squeezed only for as long as my feeble hands could.

the journey begins, yet still unclothed I am,
with these early tears, I plead to the world "be gentle with me", but as every tender heart before, our plea fades unheard
faces stare into mine, telling me with their smiles, the miles they've walked
i try to let them know, i've fought battles of my own,
for in millions we came, to a place destined for one alone,

Patiently,I shall await my turn to walk the mile,
and maybe someday, a tender heart, will see and tell, by my smile.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

...Tried seeing the world/life through the eyes of a new born child

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LEISURE

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—

No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
(By W.H. Davies)

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A DIFFERENT KIND OF DAY

For a change it was an undisturbed night,
With a cool breeze hushing me to sleep,
Just like an affectionate mother's lullaby,
Mixed with prayers for me right up to sunlight.
Summer sun's first rays gently bathed my face,
And I got up to face yet another day of rat race,
All these blessings of God encourage me, the pilgrim,
To clear my mind of anxiety, worry, stress and aches,
I know there will be several out there waiting for me,
To con me and trick me with flattery's pancakes,
Yet, in the name of Allah, I set out and get ready.
A cheerful letter from a caring friend from afar,
Welcomes me with smiles and encouragement,
I watch the morning light moving higher from the star,
And pray to God Almighty for everything to be pleasant.
The night had been grim with its sudden power breaks,
Yet, in the lawn, I found comfort-causing rest,
A talk with my time-tested friend Shazi,
Also played its due role in making me sleep easy.
So, let my Almighty God make the coming hours cheerful,
And protect me from tiffs, rows, and lurking mischief,
May He also shield me from evil and give me patience,
In order for the future plans to move on and be successful.
I have many miles to travel in order to meet my loving woman,
And may this grand day become my unravelling beacon,
We -- human beings -- must have to struggle and work hard,
And at the same time blend our goals with Lord God's intention.
It has been a very good morning today after several tiring ones,
And I wish deep inside that it ends with satisfaction,
Along with a feeling of spurring accomplishment,
And filled with peace and quietude and righteous action.
Every day comes and goes but today it looks different,
As after several years it woke me with a serene softness,
The elated feeling that comes with it has boosted me a lot,
And I am hopeful that it will stay thus, full of warmth and brightness.
And I pray that this day also spreads hope far and wide,
For the thousands, who, like me are battling a huge tide,
May God most gracious guide us onwards towards harmony,
And instead of division make hearts embrace amity.
(Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay). Copyrights of this author's poems posted on this website are owned by him).

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THE PRESENT IS NOT PLEASANT AT ALL

The struggle for survival goes on
For the poor and the downtrodden
And the white-collared working class
The powers that be just don't care!

This is a land which was carved
In the name of peace for all
But it has become a safe haven
For the corrupt and the unfair.

Sixty three years have passed
And everything good is vanishing
Evil, dishonesty are rampant
And sin keeps lurking everywhere.

All are caught in a rat race
Of becoming rich overnight
And those who are not in this rut --
-- For them life is a nightmare.

Can ends justify the means?
Are fairplay and truth meaningless?
If so then this "Land of the Pure"
Is bound to end up nowhere.

This is not what poet Iqbal saw
In his vision of a homeland
For the suffering Indian Muslims --
-- Nothing he envisioned is there.

Nor this is the nation for which
Many sacrificed their where-withal
All that my sad eyes can see
Are scenes which I can't declare.

Divided is this Pakistan
And divided are its people
A nation which professes Islam
Is like a wild, unbridled mare.

How will God listen to us?
Hollow are all prayers!
The hearts have become hardened
And brotherly love is very rare.

O loved ones close to my heart
And O you closest of them all:
I have to keep toiling daily
Putting up with ghosts that scare.

My body and mind long for rest
Yet there is no respite for me
I long for some more hours of  sleep
But there is no moment to spare...

         (Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay on Sunday, March 20, 2011).

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LITTLE TO SMILE ABOUT

Even though spring is in the air
I find little cause to smile
As I see the poor toiling, groaning
And rich folks joyous all the while.
There is disaster in Japan
Future of children threatened
While famine grips Africa's Niger
And killings cripple Afghanistan.
Libya is engulfed in strife
So are Bahrain and Yemen
Some evil ones from Caucasus
Are bent upon destroying life.
It is strange to see in my homeland
People struggling for daily meals
But at the same time cricket matches
Are watched by many with much zeal.
Promises abound in this country
As misery keeps on increasing
Hypocricy, lies and diseased hearts
Are damaging its sovereignty.
A 'Supermoon' is high tonight
The biggest in eighteen years
I sigh at scientists' indifference
To thousands' afflicted plight.
So, though it's spring again
With flowers blooming everywhere
I cannot seek merriment
When all around there's thriving pain.

         (Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay on Saturday, March 19, 2011).
   

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THE UNBOUND (Part II)

Yes, the days, still keep passing by:
And so much has changed my life
The path I had chosen
The dreams and hopes
Became slaves of destiny.
My quest for truth
And my spiritual path
Hit snags and altered my course

My very own folks
Acted as the agents of fate.
Three decades on
I find myself striving harder
As the will to win sustains me
Along with God's timely help
And I am back again on a long lost road.
I have to struggle
With people who are more selfish
And greedy than they ever were
I try to cope with realities
And avoid booby traps on the way.
Amidst all this
I am glad I found
Someone who is just like me
Fed up of what the present is
And longing, like me, for the truth.
We are the last of a vanishing breed.
She is my staunch companion

And understands me like none else does
And I am grateful to my God Allah
For this great favour of His to me
Unbound I am but now she is with me.
Bold Lazeena compliments me
And adds so much to my strength and faith
WIth her selfless, wise and caring ways
Assuring me that I will reach my goal
And fortififying my resolve soothingly
Topped by her set of strong beliefs.
                O my sweet friend Lazeena!
                May God Almighty bless us both
               And guide us (He's the best Guide)
               Showering His mercies on us, always
               As we two unbound spirits march onwards...

   (Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed. Posted on Thursday, March 17, 2011).

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote a poem "The Unbound" more than two decades ago. It is posted here, on this website, too... This is the second part with the same title. The poem here is a short summary of how my life has changed between the first part and this part, the second one.
I dedicate this poem to Lazeena, my bold and staunch, spiritually lofty friend,

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A TAPESTRY FOR LIFE--EIN WANDTEPPICH FOR LIFE----GERMAN

WEAVING VIELEN BUNTEN

FADEN GUSAMMEN

SCHAFFUNG EINER SCHONEN
TAPISSERIE

EIN TEPPICH FUR DAS LEBEN

ZWEI JUNGEN LIEBENDEN

CARRESSING IM

MONDLICHT

PLANUNG FUR SEINE ZUKUNFTIGE

WEBEN EINEM WANDTEPPICH

FUR DAS LIBEN.

 


ENGLISH

wEAVING MANY COLORFUL THREADS

TOGETHER

CREATING A BEAUTIFUL TAPESTRY

a TAPERSTRY FOR LIFE

PLANNING FOR A FUTURE

WEAVING THEIR TAPESTRY FOR LIFE.

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

WEBEN EINEM WANDTEPPICH FUR DAS LIBEN.

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A TAPESTRY FOR LIFE- UN TAPIZ PARA LA VIDA------SPANISH

Tejiendo muchos colores
cabos
la creacion de una hemosa
tapiz.
un taiz de la vida
dos jovenes amantes
carressing en el
luz de la luna
la planificacion de una
el futuro
tejiendo sus
tapiz para la vida.

ENGLISH

Weaving many coloful
threads together
creating a beautiful
tapestry
a tapestry for life
two young lovers
carressing in the
moonlight
planning for a future
weaving their tapestry
for life.

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

Weaving a tapestry for life.

La planificacion de una
el futuro.

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