With us today is poet Pam Handa. Here is a little taste of her poetry and her views on dreams.
Dreams
Dreams are made of tinsel fairy
tales
Told in distant lands o'er hills and
dales.
One's subconscious mind they race to
embrace,
Yet suddenly they disappear without
a trace.
These prisoners on parole are larger
than life itself,
No wonder we place them on its
top-most shelf.
The compelling power that on us they
exert
Makes humanity reality long to
forever desert.
In sorrow they make us see life's
varied dimensions;
In joy they take us to ride rosy
reflections.
They can make us feel springtime in
freezing winter
Or carry us to the North Pole in the
midst of summer.
These radiant birds blatantly lie to
one and all,
Who often in life's journey are
about to fall,
And need to clutch on to their
flighty wings,
For all the hope their awesome magic
brings.
Dreams and Realities
Realities are the opposite things-
To dreams well known for sharper
stings.
Between success and failure making
one swing,
With sadness unwanted changes they
ring.
They're made of strange stuff that
drags one down
To earth tearing one's imaginary
fancy gown.
The fall from above makes it crystal
clear,
It is realities not dreams one has
to fear.
Both open the doors to infinite
possibilities-
In their own domain expose countless
abilities.
They make Heaven and Hell blossom on
this earth,
Distributing tears sometimes, but
oftentimes mirth.
Both have a daily pass on life's
express train,
They are regular travelers sunshine
or rain.
Both come and go as and when they
please,
For us earthly beings they are a
terrible tease.
Where?
Where did we meet the first time?
In dreams of course!
Where have we been since then?
In realities for sure!
Where will we be tomorrow?
Who cares
be it with joys or sorrow
Poet Bio
My name is Pam Handa
nee Kochhar. I was born in New Delhi but have spent most of my life in
Ghana and the UK. I graduated from the Sacred Heart College Dalhousie, in
India. I received my Masters degree from the Punjab University as well as a
gold medal for coming first. I started my teaching career in the English Dept
of the same university. I married Dr Prem Handa, a Paediatrician, in 1968 and
in 1972 we emigrated to Ghana. Today, I am the author of two books recently
published by Trafford in the USA.
Of Kismet and Karma, my first novel, is a cross-cultural
blend of fact and fiction, based on my personal experiences in India, Ghana and
the UK. My anthology of poems is entitled Wings of the Heart. Both
books are available on Amazon.com, as
E-books and in all Barnes and Nobles shops. The EBOOKS are really cheap. Get
hold of them and spend time on going back to all that stirs the very soul!
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Miscellaneous: http://thevirtualbookcase.wordpress.com/2013/06/02/of-kismet-and-karma-and-other-books-by-pam-handa-nee-kochhar/
Books:
Soul To Heaven
ReplyDeleteIt was the sound of her last word
I listened to and just had heard
Before to God she soon did go
Leaving me on earth here below.
Many memories of her came to me
Which I wanted to be reality
But would pass by and not last;
All had become part of the past.
Away to heaven and God she's gone
And near pond was doe with fawn
Reminding me much of my mother
Who I always loved like no other.
By has past with all the time in it
Which in future will eventually fit
When the day was done at its end
And message to mother I will send.
Mom much I still love you so
And always tried to make you know
So much to me, you have meant;
Your soul to heaven by God was sent.