*ANJUM WASIM DAR* is one among great and resilient literary arts activism cadres. Her simplified but deep lyrical verses drive the reader back into the memory threads of Victorian literatures. Wasim Dar s poetic consciousness has stood resilient against war lordism, pandemics and cyclones . The poet writer teacher is writing still, her revolutionary voice chanting still. Her literary voices resonate with the incessant chant of freedom voices, it cracks and rhymes against thuds of grenades and smashing blows by totalitarian regimes in her backyard. Poet Writer Anjum Wasim Dar is the WOMAWORDS LITERARY PRESS Editorial Associate in Pakistan. Aluta Continua!!- by WOMAWORDS CURATOR.
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ROSE WOMAN
Why art thou so forlorn?
why hast thou kept secret
the words penned with love,
and I wonder why God made
us roses to bear the silent woes
remaining on our stems and toes’
All our life we live with thorns
life is short we wither away soon
sooner when cruelty plucks
plucked we petal away, fall-
fallen we are crushed
yet we share,other’s crushes
accept the deep breaths
of emotional spirits;
why do I see this open page
in this state for hours long
what words make the wrong
what soul hurts the heart, strong?
I may change colors
my love remains the same
I hear each day a name
pouring poems on the screen
I wonder whether the work
is seen”
waiting for answers is ordained
may come may not come
so why not hold the one
who is close’
for beauty must fade
and life must shade
Look ,before I wither ‘
I am the Beautiful Rose.
POEM
i.
My dearest daughters,
home is not the same –
since time took you away to your own,
you are special, you will always be,
for the love and care you have shown;
to my mom and me; and to
all around you, known and unknown;
for the peace you would bring
to all arguments and all things;
you are special for all you shared
held my bags, dresses books and spared-
stored and saved my weakening strength;
when you gave me time,
you could have spent with your friends-
thank you dears, May Allah make all amends –
and Bless you with love joy and peace
from all ends, of the Heavens and Universe, amen.
You are my precious daughters,
my life my soul I think of you always,
Always in my heart, and never ever, to part.
ii.
I had the courage that day, to say
You can say what you may but I too can
have , my way- If I respect, it means not
that I am weak, I can see and have the power
to speak-
Ah now the grace and the spell
The first look is full of charms
Later the bells ring alarms
‘Watch Out’ a brutal possessor’
a Cancerian shooter killer
‘I cut away anyone who comes
in between, the aim and me’
O how plainly it poisons me
wish to break the fetters free
but alas’ for the work and the
benefit monetary-
‘Go Cut your hair’ wear red
either follow this or be dead’
after hearing this I wish I had said
‘why don’t you wear dark ‘
be stung and be attacked
either retired or simply fired
and never by anyone else hired’
may you have the aches and pains
depression stress and loss of gains’
but ‘Yes Ma’am’, is all I can say, quickly
I place the files and run hurriedly away.
Having the height and the flair the
advantage is all with the smile and the sway-
How long will these last-one burst or one blast
All will shatter, all will fade,then it will be dust
and a spade, the resting place anywhere or in a ditch
Your command will be cut and fairness will have no hitch
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* DELIRIOUA HORROR OF TRUTH*
A piercing strident scream
blasted the glass of the vaulted dome
drops of dark crimson blood dappled
the colored window panes,
thousand glittering cutting
pieces scattered jewel like
on the marble floor,
pitched the delirious horror
into pleated mental frames,
panic emitted further moans
and sonorous groans
futile were the efforts to
cover the sinful shames’
repetitively, reignited burning air
seeming to cool,yet sizzling again
kept the agony eternal in lasting pain
Who to Call? Who to Blame?
Who will help when words fail?
Who will hold the Holy Grail?
All Time, No Time gone with a swish
suffering may go if you truthfully wish
Come Come Come, be honest be good
Leave the shell , walk straight away
from Hell
The Truth The Truth Tell’ Tell’
* IAM NOT SURE I UNDERSTAND*
I’m not sure I understand is it Delphi or Olympus
Half the run of the sun circling months a dozen;
I’m not sure I understand space or just a cave,
or Eden,where Hyperboreans near Euxine live;
I’m not sure I understand, the Gods at war or
we, with drones , bombs falling, borders frozen;
I’m not sure I understand chants, vows broken,
raised fists, binding bonds, faithless’ crooks’
I’m not sure I understand why I laugh or cry
am I like Athena without the owl so wise
I’m not sure I understand why I reach out far
trying in vain to grasp the unseen emotion bar
I’m not sure I understand, but I should by now
beguiled dethroned fallen, to whom I must bow-
Poem
So
how many flowers plucked held, bent
how many words bowered, formed sent
how many moments hours, days spent
in waiting hoping praying the years went
innocent heart your love is true
but its not for this world so blue
where life is dark and flesh decadent
where sight is cold and emotions silent
you may choose from all the flowers
and send all flowers of as many colors
alas the fate of seekers is well known
they stop to find ‘the bird has flown”
‘true love is not destined in this world
keep walking seeking holding flowers,
like the Dervish swirl sing,sing swirl,
drench your soul in heavenly showers
so many flowers
so many moments
so many thoughts
so many words…
Many Flowers
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ANJUM WASIM DAR
Born in Srinagar (Indian Occupied )Kashmir,Migrant Pakistani.Educated at
St Anne’s Presentation Convent Rawalpindi. MA in English MA in History (
Ancient Indo-Pak Elective) CPE Cert.of Proficiency in English Cambridge
UK. -Dip.TEFL AIOU Open Uni. Islamabad Pakistan.Writing poems articles and stories since 1980.Published Poet.Awarded Poet of Merit Bronze Medal 2000 USA .Worked as Creative Writer Teacher Trainer. Educational Consultant by Profession.Published Poet.Author of 3 Adventure Novels (Series) 7 Times Winner NANOWRIMO 2011- 2019.
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