An Ode to Muning

Tears in my heart

As I remember my dear old cat

Whom I had to leave behind

The searing pain shot through his piercing gaze

bewildered, confused

And that hurt – his and mine — has never left me

As I recall him running away from me

Forlorn and abandoned!

…Why did I not even dare say goodbye to him

The day before I left

Oh …I was his only hope for life, for his daily sustenance of food and love

When everyone else was loathed to give him

Shelter and water nor even some scraps to eat…

Oh Muning I can only hug you close in my prayers for now…perhaps

It was the better option till God had to take you back from this cold, uncaring world

Till then may your memories of me be restored to warmth…forgive me my little pet, as

I will always think of you my dearest furry friend with gratefulness and warm, loving

thoughts –

My Heart Bleeds

My heart bleeds for all children of violence and injustice
in the world – dying because rulers and ideologues fight
and cling to their dominance —
people are mere pawns in their brutal games of chess

Pity the parents who cannot protect their young
from the ravages of war, famine and tyranny;
from flimsy excuses of leaders to install autocracy
just to hoard the wealth that should belong to all;
from leaders with only disdain and contempt
for their own people

The earth is carpeted
with the blood of innocents;
blackened with soot from burning flames of hatred, greed and power

Has humanity indeed descended to the lowest of pits
to take the place of beasts
who now transcend their nature to become more
noble, loyal and compassionate?

Hear the voice of the just O Lord
their cries are our pleas to you O God of Mercy
when will your Justice ever reign over us?
To separate the sheep from the goats
and spare our beloved lands from becoming a vast wilderness

If this is how the world will go on living its days
I dare pray the Almighty to please stop allowing more infants to be born
O Mighty God, Ruler of All
The fate of the innocents yet to see the light
seems doomed —
to suffer indignity or apathy from the hands of their own
flesh and blood —
or if not, what kind of life would they have in
a world where disparity and cruelty rule

When can those in authority recognize their time on
earth is limited
that they have to face You O Lord in
the Great Day of Reckoning!

The wombs of the earth shake with silent rage from
the depths of hallow graves of innocents
they await Your Great Justice O Lord

When will people’s tears crystallize
into steely resolve to snatch their rights and dignity
from oppressors —
Your Armor send to your dying
children in Allepo, here and elsewhere, we beseech You!

Life Is What You Make It

 “Do you believe it’s possible for some people to get that fairy tale ending of happily ever after?

As my response, I wrote a poem I specially dedicate to my dear granddaughters – in the photo below – who just like me so many moons ago, are also fascinated with fairy tales, including the musical fantasy-comedy film, Frozen. The little one likes Elsa, while her sister, Snow White.

 

Life is what you make it

Not frogs turned into dashing princes

Nor talking mirrors that say you’re the fairest of them all…

No glass slippers will transform you into a beauty

Nor knight in shining armor will kiss you awake

No magic potions to make people love you…

Life is what you make it

And if you want happy endings

You don’t need elves or fairies or icy powers to make your dreams come true…

For no amount of abrakadabra or magic words

Can open the door to happiness for you

with no shed of sweat, tears and heaves of sighs…

The road to bliss is long and winding, yes

full of twists and turns, twigs and thorns,

Yet it takes work, honesty, and faith to find your way…

Life isn’t a fairy tale, yet you can make things happen

and life becomes wonderful in a flash.

Just a great ounce of perseverance, and a heart filled with goodness:

love, kindness, respect, humility, understanding;

hands willing to sacrifice, clear vision to help reach your goals;

Life isn’t a fairy tale, yet you can make things happen

and fairy tale endings will be yours, happily ever after!

February Has Come ~ Haiku

February is special to my family. It is the month of my parents’ wedding anniversary. Oh how romantic of them, you might think, to choose this month because of its connection with Valentine’s Day, but no, far from it.

You see, my parents have always had a special devotion to Our Lady ~~ so they chose to wed on her Feast day, or rather the day after. It would’ve been their Diamond Anniversary last year, but Mom had gone on just a few months before. Now, their wedding anniversary is almost near, and while my Dad finds strength and consolation in his faith, I know sadness and longing linger in his heart as with the rest of us. So here’s another verse for my Mom…

A Poem at Dawn

Sometimes, the Muses come visiting at unexpected moments, just like in the early hours this morning. Thus this reflection-poem of mine came to be.

A view from my window...

I

 Waking up at dawn

 I see darkness around

 Only flickering lights

 Beaming from buildings afar

 Cast a shimmering glow

 to everything below

 For a second I wonder –

Who’d need the stars?

 Nothing ever though

 can Overshadow

 the Wondrous shine from

 Those heavenly bodies…

 Yet

 in that hour,

Blackness covers the sky.

 II

Sleep still tugging at me

 I recline on the seat

 By the window

 and turn my gaze

 at the sleeping city

beneath my feet…

Everything is still

 Everything quiet

 Save for the rumblings

 in my mind

 which I quell

by my Prayers

III

Gazing by the window

I wonder

Could there be any other soul

Brooding as I do

Over the vast view

of our side of the metropolis…

Or perhaps someone

from his own window

Watching me

Watching the world outside?

Another view from my window...

Adrift

Change course…

Far too long I’ve drifted

Like that bark on the stream

fallen from its tree

It seems;

The shore far from sight…

The horizon blurs in the distance

I sink in the whirlpool of my

imaginings

How can it be?

I get a grip

While the faint sound of the bell

beckons me still

Time is of the essence here

my dear

No time to waste.

Well Runs Dry Haikus

There are moments like this…

Self is lost

in a dungeon of despair

the Well runs dry…

a dungeon of despair...

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fret not dear Self

Hope’s in your heart

All will be well

up from a dry well...

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Thus, it is either you feel down, lose hope, hate yourself…Or be your own best friend, especially in moments of spiritual backsliding, hold onto your faith, look up to the Source of your inner power and creativity, and soon, everything will be fine again.

Writing 201: Water Haikus

Haiku 1: Moving On

been a while since

I posted on my site

the Well runs dry…

Day is calm

The blue waters beckon

Pen in hand

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 Haiku 2: Freshness

Early morning dew

Saddled on life’s newborn leaf

Eaglet in the sky

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      Haiku 3: Reborn

Heaven’s blessing

the Waters of Baptism

Soul’s new life

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 Today’s poetry challenge on The Daily Post’s Writing 201 involves writing about Water (prompt), and/or a haiku (form), and/or use a simile (device).

Love’s Fading Season

the Heart sees no reason

yet understands and answers

Life’s greatest puzzles;

Kindred spirits speak

a language that

goes beyond time and space…

Love's Fading Season...

We could have been

kindred spirits;

there was a time when

we were…

but you, just like the seasons,

have drifted away

into Winter…

Special Note about my photo: I was inspired to use this ‘photo failure’ of mine, a result of an out-of-focus shot…but seeing it still looked good , especially as a background, I decided to keep it in my files…and that was what I used for this post. I credit Photography 101 for all the creative tips I’ve learned from the team! Thanks and Cheers!

Silence’s Shadow

Who could ever live with

Sounds that mar the peaceful rhythm of the hours

just before the break of day?

Nary a soul perhaps

Except for one who

at times

seeks to hear again and again

the comforting echo of a

Song’s refrain…

if only to flee

the lingering

Shadow of silence…

Writing Prompt courtesy of The Daily Post’s Ebook: 365 Days of Writing