Celebrating Surrey’s Past and Future- Ruab Waraich


A seraphic and pristine allegory in history

Dominated by the mystic aroma of cedars,

With the serene slithering of Fraser in the north

And Serpentine in the south

She has been envied in the past.

Initially guarded by the British

And craved for by the Americans

She flourished.

Bustling with life

And rich with sprinkling of flora and fauna,

Her story began,

Knitted by the Europeans.

Semiahmoo and Kwantlen First Nations

Credited as the first inhabitants,

Through Fleetwood, through Whalley

Within Guildford, within Newton

And through Cloverdale and South

She is felt everywhere.

Nature is her majestic pride,

And through every movement

She strengthens her glide.

Today she is a wonder

Enjoying her joyous ride,

Tomorrow awaits a future

Stronger that the ferocious tide,

She is growing

Adorned as a gorgeous bride,

She is a living dream

Home to innovation and creativity,

Gracefully clearing

The obstacles that pull her back.

What a classic example she is;

Penned down

In the fragrance of history

She is my home, your home

More precisely

She is our home.

And people like to call her


 Note: This poem is written specifically for the city of Surrey in British Columbia, Canada.

Seasons Are Poetic

Seasons are a beautiful form of poetry. They start from spring and move towards winter and back again.* This movement of seasons from one point to another demonstrates stasis which is defined as going around in a circle. Each season comes with its own significant pattern. For instance, summer is characteristic of warm weather, autumn is associated with rain and wind, and winter comes with a lot of cold weather and snow in some places. There is also a difference in the length of nights and days during each season. The hours of daylight change. The seasons are all repetitive with each one of them repeating its pattern every year. They all have their own beauty which is displayed differently across cultures depending on the geography of the regions. Poetry is also displayed in various forms across cultures with different languages. The speaker of this season poetry is the earth which controls the movement of seasons. The quality of the seasons reveals a lot about the health of the earth. The present irregularity is a symbol of global warming that is having a strong impact on the planet. The seasons are a manifestation of earth’s intense feelings. The intensity of sunlight is the space that marks a shift from one season to the next. Seasons are just so poetic.

*Does winter come first or summer? I do not have any answer to this question.

Life Is An Epic Poem

What is life? I define it as everything that happens between our first breath and our last one. Every person is the hero of his/her own life. We set out for a long quest to achieve our fullest potential. The resources we have become our defining catalogues. We strive hard to successfully cross each level of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs.* We begin by satisfying our food and safety needs and then move towards fulfilling our self-potential and finally our self-transcendence needs. When a child is born, he/she calls for the muses to sing with him/her. I assume that a child’s first cry is a type of song since we don’t know what exactly it means. Despite facing many setbacks and failures, most of us tend to move forward in our journey.  A majority of us tends to destroy evil and promote good. We write our own epic. The end of our story will determine the moral for our children (if we have any) or for the ones who admire us. We become an epitome of success if we manage to achieve our full potential during our lifetime. Our life might as well become a mock epic if someone else prefers to use our story in their journey.

*For more on Abraham Maslow’s hierarchy of needs visit http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maslow’s_hierarchy_of_needs

Why Is Poetry Difficult?

Poetry is often viewed as a higher level of academics by students and others alike. Students associate poetry with risks in their academic performance. They fear that a course in poetry will pull down their Grade Point Average. The students at this point are making a very wrong assumption. In other words, they are making a wild guess. Poetry is a beautiful form of literature which can be understood quite easily if we put in some effort. It is the best medium to think critically and understand social, cultural, and political realities of the poet’s time. For instance, it must have been extremely difficult for someone to write about his/her views openly in an authoritarian society. Poetry is the best way to protest against something without directly stating it. It is this indirect medium and different style of language that makes students flinch from the word “poetry.” At the same time if we learn to grasp the complexity of poetry, we can analyze almost anything in a much effective and proficient way than we would have otherwise done. Poetry also acts as a medium of truth. It tells us more about a speaker than a biography does. Do study poetry if given a chance next time. Don’t be afraid. It doesn’t bite.

Sonnet 116* -An Analysis


Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
  If this be error and upon me proved,
  I never writ, nor no man ever loved.


By no means I can prove Shakespeare to be wrong when he makes this argument in his sonnet: “If this be error and upon me proved/I never writ, nor no man ever loved” (13-14). Lets begin by analyzing the definition of love. Love is defined as a strong feeling of affection towards someone. So what can we conclude when we read this sonnet? The speaker in a sexist manner defines love between a man and a woman. A vast majority of us would come to think of his definition as sexual love. The reason for this is that our thoughts have been conditioned to think of love as a lustful thing. Shakespeare’s definition of love fits easily into the bonding between a mother and a child. The love between a mother and a child does not alter with anything. It is fixed and it never changes.  Its worth cannot be defined. “Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks/within his bending sickle’s compass come” (9-10). None of us is immortal. Time can slowly engulf our ageing bodies but it can’t alter love. A mother will love her child till her last breath even if the child does not value her affection and feelings. Her physical features will change with time but her love for her child will never change. Her love is ever fixed and cannot be shaken with any number of impediments. The last line of the sonnet states that “I never writ, nor no man ever loved.” The word man here refers to both the sexes. The poem was written in a socially and culturally sexist society. Its only recently that the word woman is openly included in writing. Shakespeare doesn’t seem like a feminist sort who would object to using the word man everywhere.

*For more on Shakespeare’s sonnets visit http://www.shakespeares-sonnets.com/sonnet/116

Waves: Poetic Or Not?

Poetry is the expression of intense feelings and ideas by using distinctive style and rhythm.* The ocean waves are manifestation of the moon’s intense feelings. The question here is “Does the moon have feelings?” Let’s assume that it does since we both don’t have any correct answer for this. The feelings of the moon take a concrete and tangible form which is demonstrated through waves. The waves are beautiful and so is poetry. The moon is not the speaker of the wave poetry. It is a persona. Although the moon is the driving force behind the ocean’s feelings that controls the intensity of the waves, it is the ocean that is the speaker of the wave poetry. It hooks the reader by projecting the waves in a stylistic fashion. The waves also display elements of stasis. They start from ebb and move towards flow and then back again thereby constantly following the moon’s rotation cycle.+ The waves have a rhythm and they appear to splash in a somewhat similar manner. This form of waves can be juxtaposed with human life. Our life goes in stasis just like the waves. It has its own ebb and flow. We are sad at one point and happy the next.

*This is how Google defines it. I deliberately did not include the literature part to make the definition fit into my analysis.

+I don’t know what comes first. Is it ebb or flow?

Globalization Mirrors Modern Poetry

Modern poetry is a representation of freedom. It does not follow any strict rules and it can take any form and direction. It demonstrates “stasis” which symbolizes going around in a circle. Globalization mirrors this description of modern poetry. In simple words, globalization is defined as the movement of ideas, people, technology, borders, goods, and services from one place to another. It has made the world more unpredictable and smaller. Similarly, it is not easy to understand and follow the pattern of modern poetry. It is quite unpredictable as well. Globalization is often followed by democratization and liberation of the societies. This form is reflected in the context and also the content of modern poems. Both globalization and modern poetry represent freedom which is largely symbolic of United States of America. Also the idea of modern poetry and globalization first emerged in the USA. Both these forms also represent gender equality in the contemporary world. Globalization goes around in a circle and a large portion of modern poems also does the same. This analogy is definitely imperfect and somewhat nonsensical but it does relate to poetry in some way or another.