Tell us about yourself:
I was born in Srinagar Kashmir, now I live in the Islamic Republic of Pakistan. My parents adopted country. Teaching is my profession.
We’re happy that you have been part of Jingle Poetry Community, both as a participant and as an official, what has driven you to where you are in this particular community?
Thank You for all your affectionate encouragement and generous support. I found this particular community full of exciting opportunity for creative writing, thrilling sense of competition without any stress and quick response to the poetic expressions that are shared.
How long have you been blogging? Do you think being part of a poetry community contributes to your creative writing?
I have been writing on the web since 1999 as a freelance writer and more regularly since 2006 with US Legacies.com, Litvision.org, Gather.com and Triond.com. I realized that I needed to focus on poetry as my poems were getting more response so I setup ‘Poetic Oceans’ and that has brought further International recognition. I met Fiona Robyn on line in 2003 in the
and her website ‘writing your way home’ has given me more writing opportunities. Yes, one must be a part of a community and member of an association , not only that but one must participate and contribute actively also. I have definitely written more, and am myself surprised at the results. UK
My best source of writing inspiration is Gooseberry Garden Jingle Poetry Rally and
making me a Poetry Princess. Thank You All. Poetry Palace
Why poetry? Do you write fiction too?
I have a natural flair for writing poetry. My grandfather was an educationist and a poet. He wrote in the Urdu Language though occasionally and on request. I love poetic expressions and classical poetry of the ancient writers like Homer, Pope, Chaucer Milton T S Eliot and Robert Frost have inspired me. I have written 4 short stories and numerous articles and just completed my first novel (Fiction-Adventure) in the National Novel Writing Month ( NANOWRIMO) challenge.
How do you know when a poem is done? Your own experiences need to be shared here...
It depends on the topic, theme, subject or the objective. A poem is never complete till it goes through the third draft., sometimes one feels a block after only a few lines, many are never completed. A lot of thinking rewriting and rereading is required to get the right effect. I know when I find the idea complete , a sense of satisfaction and a feeling of pleasure is aroused. My experience varies with the natural flair for I have written lines that rhyme more easily but one cannot call them real quality poems.
How do you decide when a poem is "good"? Do you redo your own poems after they’re posted? it could be poem someone else written...
The quality poem must have the classical touch of the ancients, it must feel close to reality and must give a certain level of enjoyment to the reader. I know a good poem by the balance in the lines, the choice of words, the supreme idea yet being simple in approach. No I try to upload the final version.
Do you think music and poetry are related? Why?
Yes, in a way. Instrumental music can inspire and help a writer to generate ideas and language. Music soothes the nerves, relaxes the mind and builds an atmosphere conducive to creative writing. Maybe not for every writer’
Please list your blog links below, share 1 or 2 poems that represents best of your poetry talent…
Mohali Match (on the game of cricket)
Match game chance, be it anywhere on any land
be it with sword or spear, bat or ball, gun or lance,
forces have fought in thicket and on wicket
dauntless and bold, without fear, songs sonorous
have been sung, arms raised , aimed and swung,
obdurate pride and steadfast hate in arenas Greek
or Green Grounds, what mighty contest uprising
For no reason just or sound, No crime no blast no war
no treason, just another cricket world season,
But This Game is a Combat on war like footing
Padded gloved helmeted, ready for the shooting
thick as Autumnal Leaves and sedge
Police and crowd will watch the match,
All around the fence , from edge to edge,
how many will hold and breathe their last ,
as wickets fall, or hands miss a catch,
all eyes on Mohali the final battle ground
a place Eternal Justice ordained and bound
No Trojan Horse or
Aegean Sea, no ship or gun
velvet green, a white orb, 22 yards of hit and run
to be weak on it is miserable no contestant spared
no mistake forgivable, who will the new possessor
be, Of a Cup, One in a Game , One in Name , Just One!
Some say the Blues –some say the Greens -
The result is anxiously eagerly excitedly awaited
Whatever it may be , millions are awake , hearts
Beating, hands together in prayers,
The Best will soon be seen.
The aim is to protect the wicket and make a high score
A game of skill , strategy entertainment a fight for sure
The rest is up to the Umpires two and the third
Above All it should be honest and fair play-no ‘Trick It”
Or else it would really be a war –and ‘Not Cricket’
May The best Team Win-
Ages Ago When It Was Dark Man Sought
when it was dark man sought the light
in stones and made use of bones,
when lights were around
man learned to speak
and made use of sounds,
when there was peace
man found the trees
and made use of leaves,
when there were herds
man found the words
and tried to fly like birds
when life was chaos
man wanted order
and made use of laws
when life was tight
man sought calm
When life was rough
Man wanted it smoother
mixed leaves and trees
And discovered paper,
not many ages
man is fed up,
wants some sense
to clear the mess
and make all world
less and paperless.