Goodbye Jen.

This was written by mc82 in Poet's Point Forum. I find it very touching, so I am reproducing it here. Also I wrote a reply.
My friend died in a car accident yesterday,she was 17.
Goodbye Jen
Alone in a crowd
my mind is a pawn
Cant comprehend how
How can you be gone?
Never imagining
Still I dont believe
Life is maddening
Why'd you have to leave.

No time for goodbye
My words are too late
Dont understand why
time doesn't wait

Goodbye Jen,I'll miss you
and all that we went through
I 'm sorry this is overdue
But thank you for bieng you!

Reply To Good bye Jen.

I could have done the things that needed to be done,

Now that you are gone my friend,

I regret not having kissed you goodbye,goodnight,

 Not kissed you when you were excited

After the goal achieved by your favorite star.

 Unaware tomorrow will not find you there

To touch,t o hold, to see.

Unaware you will be gone before our first dance,

before our first romance.

May God bless you in Heaven,

O friend so young,

My heart bleeds for you,

O how I feel the pain

May you rest in peace and walk in beautiful eternity forever!

There is a place in my heart for your sweet love!

There is a place in your heart ,
Take me there!
Take me to the sweet soft, compassionate thoughts for your first little kitten!
Take me to the trusted corner that you created for your sweet little friends!
Take me to the pudding like, icecream filled, sweet resort that you played with your little friends!
I wanna know , why you suddenly left laughing incessantly, freely!
I wanna feel the pain that haunts you ,so often now.
I wanna you to be free again, free of pain , sorrow and regrets!
I wanna you to fly high now
Like a beautiful seagull nesting in our backyard lawn.
I wanna you to soar the skies
Like that littl Jonathan Seagull
Chasing the sea waves
 Running ,hopping on the beautiful Karachi Clifton beach!
In the sunshine, at sunrise, at  sunset
Gold, blue, teal!
My love ,my babe!
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Here I Stand Naked

Here I stand naked
Bereft,

Of truth,honesty,modesty!

Here I stand naked
Bereft 
Of  belief,religiosity,spirit!

Here I stand naked,
Bereft,

Of  clothes that covered my soul,

In treachery, injustice, fake virtuosity!

Here I stand in the rain of  falseness
As it  falls ferociusly in the jungle of my random thoughts!

Falseness,
Fake personal opinions, thoughts with no bounds!

Thoughts with no morality,life or modesty!

Here I stand Naked,

In front of my God,

On the Day of Judgement!

Barren Land

Nobody visits here anymore!
Where are the joys gone?
Nobody wants to laugh and run in the sunshine.
Where have the holidays gone?
O free world laugh again for the freedom of your nation
Laugh again for happiness' sake and donot kill your joys,
Do not be a kill joy for others.
May freedom, democracy and first right be your guiding light,
This Christmas and always!

Old Photographs

 Sifting through a pile of dusty old photographs
A high wave of memories fills my giddy head
Drowning my frail body in the water of memories,seas of reminences.
All my life now an album,
A swift film of sequences,episodes,
Instances of importance,
Some small, yet  non-erasable.
Friends young,old and precious
All gone,now only a memory.
 I sift through them
 I see my life unfold
Graduation, professional life.
What I did and what I did not.
Success, excitement, achievement
Regret,loss and repentance,
All drowned in the sands of time,
Lost in strength and their intensity.
All emotions,
Love ,hate,joy and sorrow,
 Intense then,
Sublime now.
Ah how memories come back rushing
A life well lived,
Life's only purpose,
Living.
 Now just a memory.
As I write my poems,
I will pass on to my child, my memories,
Through these photographs!

That Child In Me

Oh dear I am running along slimy banks,

In my nintendo,cyber world,eating worms,jelly fish,

All made of my mom"s favorite chocolate recipe!



Here comes a monster or is it my sister?

Here comes a teacher or is it my father?I run and run fast along the slimy banks,

Swishing mud,grub,slime all over,somebody's clothes,somebody's face,

I run,run and run!

Brecht-revisited;The Caucasian Chalk Circle.

The judge says evidently Hi- Tang is not the mother 0f the child she did not come forward to draw the child out of the circle.Here I am thinking, How difficult it is to do certain actions ,manouver situations to one"s own advantage! with our teenaged children,with our estranged spouses,with our jilting lovers.Is it so simple to claim love,respect,achieve fulfilment in love,relationship?Hai-tang says:I supplicate you,Honored Sir,to calm your wrath.If I cannot claim my son without dislocating his arm or bruising his baby flesh,I would rather perish under the blows than make the least effort to take him out of the circle.
The judge says:A sage of old once said:what man can hide what he really is? Behold the power of the Chalk Circle! in order to sieze inheritance,Mrs.Ma has raised a young child that is not her own.But the Chalk Circle augustly brought out the truth and the falsehood.Mrs Ma has an engaing exterior but her heart is corrupt.The true mother Hai-Tang is at last recognised.
Again I am thinking about appearances; what we appear ,are we really that? Can people be judged by their appearances.So many times we are decieved.Are we really able to see or show goodness of our souls to other people?people usually register whatever they want to according to their needs,perceptions.We cannot influence any one,maybe only upto a certain extent.Then there is the power of tools or supports of judgement.that may help us reach a certain conclusion.Is judgement really fair? it is so difficult ro reach the truth.Only to an extent!