My Angel , My Man

My angel ,the beautiful bliss of my eternal soul

Your immense light makes my shattered heart a whole

When you embrace me with your silvery wings

The sacred bell of peace in my heart rings

A heavenly ecstasy makes a way from your heart to mine

Instantly, we both climb to cloud nine

On the altar of love ,my prayers weave a wreath

Time stands still and spirits stop to breath

The rising sun is jealous of your luminosity

Does not know , you are an angel, not a deity

The moment ,our longing hands touch each other

Inside our veins, a mighty storm starts to gather

You occupy a special chamber of my heart always

Our nights are starry, and glorious are the days

Tell me ,my lovely darling , why does an angel like you need an armour?

What makes you sad ? What brings you to a corner ?

There will be an end to your heart wrenching suffering

You make me proud when you stand tall and refuse a bending

Poem by Ruqia Ismat

November 8th, 2022

This is beautiful company of sparrows on a small tree , I recorded this video from my rooftop . The sparrows were noisy but seemed so happy , my human imagination . Rumi would say both the birds and the tree are joyful . What would I say ? I would give human tongue to these sparrows . So I tried some sentences down below . Blessings to all life on Earth .

Sparrow #1 Is your stomach still hurting? , I told you not to eat corn again

Sparrow # 2, I was too hungry ,so I ate quickly what I found early that day

Sparrow#3 , please sit far , my foot is sore ,

Sparrow #4 Is your husband still cheating on you and you call him gentleman ,

Sparrow #5 No ,no shut your foul mouth ,and don’t believe rumours .

Sparrow #6 I need to go home early my old mom is so fragile and I believe she has some fever too .

Sparrow # 7 My elder brother beat me again today just because I did not share my book with him, today I will tell Papa about it .

sparrow #8 why I am sad , when I should be happy , my elder daughter will leave home today , she is grown up .

Sparrow # 9 Mom. Please help she again snatched my worm , you just ignored her , it is not fair on your part .

Sparrow # 10 I lost my petite lovely wife some days ago , I feel she is still with me , I do feel her presence every day ,but hardly anyone believes me . You know I just saw an empty twig rocking the other day , it was her but I could not see her with my mortal eyes .

Sparrow # 11 la ,la la , la la la, once there was a prin……

Sparrow # 12 would you stop singing , you are hurting my eardrums ?

Sparrow # 11 Today I found my soulmate , let me sing . ( Sings harder and louder )

Hopefully you enjoyed my writing . God bless all of you . Glory be to God who blessed us with this lovely mortal life . Love you all .๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿ™

I am glad to share with you this moment of my life . ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™Ruqia Ismat Friday ,Oct 21 . 2022 .

Dear God

Dear God , only you accept me with my broken wings

With you , I am never worried what my fate brings

You fix and heal my heart when it gets shattered

I don’t count , how many times it is battered

You make it intact and brand new

Though the process is trusted by a few

You created me and gave me a good name

When I tried and found you , I was never the same

You brace me and help me after every fall

You shower me with the strength to compose and stand tall

That’s how I recognize your eternal love

You gave me the faith to see you above

A heart has no peace, without your light

If I lose you , I lose my dear sight

When I forgive my hurt and embrace my enemy

I cleanse my heart, the way it should be

Poem by: Ruqia Ismat

Sat, Sep , 17, 2022

This Water From The Sky

This devastation is beyond any measure

I wish it was only a bad dream

The ruthless water kept pouring from the sky

Houses , fields , animals and small children just swept away

They watched their heaven being dissolved into mud by mere water

The mighty torrents snatched their land and livelihood from them

They had to surrender all to water from above

All they had, kept running away from them , was it real they doubted

Water a necessity, water a commodity , water a life source , water their old friend

Betrayed them and robbed them from all

Water gave them the distress they would never forget

They even wondered where to burry their dead ones

As there was no dry land left for graves

The life was beautiful and natural only a few days ago

Fathers and brothers worked in their fields

Mothers and grandmas fed and patted their dear animals

Sisters were spreading new embroidered covers on kitchen shelves

All gone , all gone and demolished on a massive scale

Let me wipe your tears my dear human kind

For our hearts are now the only dry land left between you and I

Poem by Ruqia Ismat

Saturday , August , 2022.

Note : cilmate -induced rains have recently caused floods and destruction on massive scale in Pakistan . There has been loss of both properties and lives beyond any measure . Being a very sensitive person I have written this poem on the current situation .

Happy Wednesday. God bless you with abundance and perfect health my dear kind fellows.๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ’“

The composition

I made this design by using an image from pexels .com and I used elements and music from #Canva. com.

I am grateful to God for letting me see another sunrise today.

Happy Sunday my dear kind fellows . Following are the ” wasp people ” who make my rooftop a living place . I wonder at their diligency and efficiency . They can live here until the day I have other thoughts about them ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ™

Then there are cuddly , cats napping around at any cool and quiet place . My cats know their individual names . They know the meaning of few words like milk , chicken , no, stay here and let’s go .

Happy Friday my dear precious fellows.

Mudhouse of wasps on my rooftop. This one is quite old. Maybe from time unknown. Planet earth home to all life. ๐ŸŒฒ๐Ÿต๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒณ๐Ÿฅ€๐ŸŒด๐ŸŒฑ๐Ÿ’ฎ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒท

Happy Monday My dear kind WordPress neighbours. ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜„

Touching the tail is a big offense for my cats. Grandma Alex and grandson Ambrie are in this video. Ambry will touch everything that moves, not his fault, just an instinct. Grandma should know. The same thing Alex did with her mother Sophie years back and Sophie spanked Alex. When instinct rules, lessons are never learned. To learn a lesson we need bigger brains than our instincts. My cats had the power to change me. I learned selfless service, humbleness, patience, and accepting a sense of loss and grief when anyone of my cat died. I adopted cats in 2018.

Blessed Thursday to all of you. Thanks to Almighty God who granted me another day to live.

I feel great to share my life with my fellow beings. May God enable me always to do good until I am living on the outer surface of the earth. This vintage-inspired piece of art I did almost two years back. Why I am talking biggg words? Because I am feeling these. There are some days in my life when I take a bungee jump with Rumi into the spiritual world. ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿค”๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™

Happy Thursday my dear kind fellows.

These are my summer tenants. Building their first home this year. Last summer they built a big settlement just above our gate and gave us some annoying time. Still I love them for some mysterious reason.