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Surjeet Kalsey Reading Poetry Today from Her New Book – “REFLECTIONS ON WATER”

 

 

 

Today is April 20, 2018/Poetry Month’s Poetry Reading

 

ASIANS ON EDGE

POETS:

SHAZIA HAFIZ RAMJI

SURJEET KALSEY

PENELOPE SO

RAHAT KURD

Friday, April 20 / 6:30- 8:30PM

City Centre Library Surrey/Room 200

Hosted by Surrey Poet Laureate: RENEE SAROJINI SAKLIKAR

 

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This April

Fragrance of Spring

Blooms

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Camellia smiles through my window

the soft pink petals bloom

the paths are covered with lilac lavender

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Two eyes look through the window

and are amazed at the benedictions of the nature.

April is a Poetry Month as always

and everyday a poem is being released

from the iron bars of the traditions.

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A woman is

still being stoned  somewhere

A woman is

still seeking safety, respect and dignity.

April month will go on

the heart’s wailing will go on.

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As long

Within this April………

Every day is a poetry day in April

walking on the concrete sidewalk

stumbled on the pothole

fell backward and landed on my right wrist

After

could not hold a pen in my hand

not even the mouse

nor  can I click with my fingers

the letters on the keybord

to form the words for a poem

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Dream

 

POETRY WALKS  IN MY DREAM

by surjeet kalsey

In a reoccurring dream

my feet walk on the same road

which goes on and on winding

and rapping around the buff mountains

and sinks into that velvety valley.

My foot steps end right there.

My dream never ends keeps walking

on the unending realm of the hidden path.

Poetry walks towards my inner core

it listens to my heart beat

and my unspoken words.

When poetry opens its eyes

the sun shines everywhere

and dew-drops become pearls.

Poetry travels from the moonless night

to a spectrum of seven colours.

Words are sacred and tell me:

don’t lament on what is lost.

Crave for what you want and

live every moment in full

Breathe in the essence of

every moment and each moment

that embraces you would become poetry.

Poetry stands by me like my true self.

Look up in the mirror of the sky

it holds all the colours of the rainbow.

Therefore, nothing is lost.

Memories go long way that

make us to pick those pieces

left somewhere in the pages of history.

Memory knits words in my dreams.

Poetry walks with me on that

never ending path every night.

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Tribute

Urdu Poet Janab Zahid Laeeeq Poetry

 

31 October 2011

Chief editor of International Multilingual Magazine – SHAHPARA, Janab Zahid Laeeq left this world three years ago on this date and left his lyrics echoing in the wind.

Some of his poems:

 

Book

Colours of My Heart Release and Reading