Send More US Troops Into Afghanistan?

Imran Anwar (IMRAN.TV / http://www.imran.com/media/blog/ ) raises very serious questions about the current situation in Afghanistan. Are more US troops the answer? If not, what is? Listen for the answer.

Technorati Tags: IMRAN, “Imran Anwar”, ImranAnwar, TV, Commentary , Afghanistan, America, Politics, War , Terrorism, AlQaeda, Taliban, Pakistan, Economy, Bernanke, Bush, Rumsfeld, Iraq , Vietnam

—-
© IMRAN 2009
Web: www.imran.com
Blog: www.imran.com/media/blog/
Pictures: www.flickr.com/photos/imrananwar/sets/
Follow Me: www.twitter.com/imrananwar
FaceBook: www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=582866154
LinkedIn: www.linkedin.com/in/imran

Advertisements

Unrequited Love by Imran Anwar

You can almost reach out and touch the moon and run your fingers gently on her aging, aged, ageless but scarred face….

Must Read: "Unrequited Love" - IMRAN™

You can almost reach out and touch the moon and run your fingers gently on her aging, aged, ageless but scarred face, where times, and passing suitors it disdained, left their marks, with you, the reader, wondering if a gentle tear from a secret subterrainian river will gush forth, as it silently tells the story of its endless, eternal, inescapable love for the blue planet it is forever intertwined with, but desinted never to meet, lest it be a deadly last waltz that would spell doom for both, in a deadly one night stand, a flash of explsoive passion, with the earth’s oceans of life-giving liquids gushing forth into the skies, escaping into a climax of everything and a vast nothingness at once… such is the eternal dance of unrequited love of star crossed lovers and planets and moons. Feel it.

==

Full Moon, September 3/4 2009, Heron Pointe, East Patchogue, Long Island, New York, USA.

Words & Photograph © 2009 IMRAN
DSC_3253_PSF

Technorati Tags: “Imran Anwar”, 2009, IMRAN, ImranAnwar, Literature, “Long Island”, Love, Moon, “New York”, Night, Nikon, Philosophy, Photography, Prose

—-
© IMRAN 2009
Web: www.imran.com
Blog: www.imran.com/media/blog/
Pictures: www.flickr.com/photos/imrananwar/sets/
Follow Me: www.twitter.com/imrananwar
FaceBook: www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=582866154
LinkedIn: www.linkedin.com/in/imran

Grains Of Sand In The Sky

Grains Of Sand In The Sky

by Imran Anwar

(Dedicated on August 21-22, 2009,
To the memory of my beloved father, Anwar-uud-din.
Born Aug 22, 1931 he left us December 21, 2008)

Over the waves’ mighty roar
On a weather beaten shore
Sounds of pebbles and rocks I find
The tides of time that eternally grind

At first, I defiantly bravely stand
Before long humbly kneel in sand
Here I stand on an infinite brink
Near knowledge of a magical link

The ripples sing an endless refrain
Remember, Every fine sandy grain
Does an amazing secret nurse
It too is center of the universe

Under feet on a sandy beach
From far beyond its tiny reach
It too feels a tug from eons afar
Its tiny core yearns to be a star.

On the edge of the wavy bay
At the end of the shiny day
I look up at the darkening sky
Where stars live and meteors die

At this eternal moment in time
No timeless words, no rhyme
No complex grand theory of chaos
Explain a simple truth of cosmos

I realize it’s so very true
Nothing even the Sun can do
To any way stop or stall
The certainty of nightfall

Darkness around, near and far
Defied by a single shining star
A turning, blinking distant firefly
A burning grain of sand in the sky!

© 2009 IMRAN

Technorati Tags:
, , , , ,

Web: www.imran.com
Blog: www.imran.com/media/blog/
Pictures: www.flickr.com/photos/imrananwar/sets/
Follow Me: www.twitter.com/imrananwar
FaceBook: www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=582866154
LinkedIn: www.linkedin.com/in/imran

Oh, God! Perfect Stillness, Ablaze In Stunning Red & Pastel Sunset Shades

Perfect Stillness, My Home Boat Slip, Ablaze In Stunning Red & Pastel Sunset Shades - IMRAN™

I am so blessed. All my life, despite ups and downs, at no stage has God not granted me every wish I have had. Some have taken longer than others. Some have been won and lost, but nearly every single wish has been granted and I know the best is yet to come.

This picture of my boat slip at home, in East Patchogue, Long Island, New York has its own messages hidden in plain view.

How can we not, then, see the power of God moving in every moment of stillness around me? How can we not see the brilliance of his work deep inside every shadow?

Even when something seems upside down, is it not merely a reflection of something beautiful right above and ahead?

Thank you, God.

Tags: IMRAN, Home, Boating, Sunset, Photography, Tranquility, Faith, God, “New York”, Nikon, “Imran Anwar”, Philosophy, Gratitude

Fire Bird Birth From Fiery Sun & Dark Clouds, The Razor’s Edge Of Hope & Miracle

Vision of life, hope, dreams, and more.

Fire Bird Birth From Fiery Sun OR Flying Into A Dark But Bright Future - IMRAN™

Fire Bird Birth From Fiery Sun OR Flying Into A Dark But Bright Future?

Is it the birth by fire of a new Fire Bird? Or a dark angel looming above, bringing misgivings? Or the power of dreams flying into a dark, monstrous, malevolent cloud formation — just beyond which is the promise of pure light and brightness. And just beyond that, visions of God?

The thunder cloud’s malevolence separated from the life-giving sun by the razor edge of hope and miracle. A possibility of coming out from storms into the light, however briefly, at least until the final sunset on a life of fantastic flights of fantasy.

Or a little bit of it all?

Smith Point Beach in Long Island, NY is a favorite place of mine to catch sunsets over expansive vistas of water. This time we were there ahead of time and I shot some pictures waiting for the sun to set.

As this bird came towards me, somewhat like the apparition of one Alexander the Great sees in the movie ALEXANDER, the silhouette came into focus. I clicked and snapped a mesmerizing image.

© 2009 IMRAN
DSC_2697_PSF

A Bad Moon Rising, Howling Wolves Still At The Door Outside. Hope Inside, Perseverance Forever

Full Moon Rise At Home, East Patchogue, Long Island, NY - IMRAN™

A full moon is always a sight to behold. Rising up just above the treetops to the side of my home, it showed its magical powers while the sky was not yet dark. Walking around the boardwalk in East Patchogue, and later at Bellport Dock, the beach was drowning in the passionate fury of a lunar high tide pushed on by the inspiring wind.

And the question became, was this a Bad Moon Rising, or an indication of great aspirations for the future. Only time, and the tides of time, will tell. Bad news and troubles continue to howl at my door. But I know only my faith and perseverance are the magic bullets.

PS No howling wolves were hurt in the making of this photograph.

© 2009 IMRAN
DSC_2907

Web: www.imran.com
Blog: www.imran.com/media/blog/
Pictures: www.flickr.com/photos/imrananwar/sets/
Follow Me: www.twitter.com/imrananwar
FaceBook: www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=582866154
LinkedIn: www.linkedin.com/in/imran

Ominous Dark Clouds, Storms Above & Around, Gold Lining Too Far, Soon Overcome By Darkness – IMRAN

We always hear about how every dark cloud has a silver lining.

But what do you do if there are nothing but dark clouds, ominous, rolling in.

Ominous Dark Clouds, Storms Above & Around, Gold Lining Too Far, Soon Overcome By Darkness - IMRAN™ /Read Below

By Imran Anwar

We always hear about how every dark cloud has a silver lining.

But what do you do if there are nothing but dark clouds, ominous, rolling in. Lower and lower, literally falling to 20 feet above the ground. Every peal of thunder and every ring of the telephone, bringing more destructive forces beyond our imagination and control, shaking and uprooting what comes in their path.

As this masive, thunderous storm struck out at Long Island I was hit by two severe economic jolts, shaking my house, and the future of my home, to their foundations in every sense.

There was no single dark cloud with a silver lining. This was as bright as the evening was going to get, deep soul-chilling darkness, rolling in right behind, above, within and all around the ominous clouds.

In the distance, not Silver but a Gold lining, above Fire Island. So close, but just far enough not to save the sinking ship of drowning dreams.

And soon even that ray of hope, lining of Gold, the sliver of remaining faith, first glistening with promise, then dulled and eventually overcome by the sheer forces of darkness, disappeared from view, leaving a uniform dark shroud… Fade To Grey.

No man is an island, but with dreams on fire, and a storm above, even the strongest resolve can be shaken. The pain. The loss. The efforts and work of a lifetime, lost in the process.

I know, this is nothing. It will get worse. Much worse. It could always be even worse, and I am thankful I have all that I have within me, a gift of God.

I shall rebuild. I have no choice. I shall rise again. Because that is who I am. And shall remain as long as I live. So help me God.

©2009 IMRAN
DSC_2679_F

Web: http://www.imran.TV
Blog: http://www.imran.com/media/blog/ 
Pictures: http://www.flickr.com/photos/imrananwar/sets/ 
Follow Me: http://www.twitter.com/imrananwar
FaceBook: http://www.facebook.com/IMRAN.TV
LinkedIn: http://www.linkedin.com/in/imran