2012 A poem....

What a year; garnered with cheers n trials.

Learnt from sufferings, cherished smiles.

The bad days were long, thought never end

But good days ensued as Sun, Old friend!

Radiant n lucid; as nothing was grim,

‘Pain made sense’, once reflected life’s film.

It realized me of many hidden treasures,

Capabilities aren't sorted, in joys n pleasures.

Now feeling good, and consider grind a blessing

Gem needs polishing, not pampers or caressing.

Faith kept me going even in sinister dark,

Went through hell, but found some sparks.

Were hopes actually, believed things will work out,

Its bumper year ahead, after a long drought.
(Samima)

Two Realities....

Two realities come tagged in life,

 Choices n Change, as constant drive.

Inevitable choices are & important change is;

It’s choice budding change or change sprouting choices.

Opportunities and possibilities bring hopes big,

Fate beyond control, but choice is our pick.

Stay calm and opt best;

Making world worth living for self n rest.

(Samima)

Stories!!

The tingle while riding air

Tasting flavors of life everywhere,

Receiving praise of grandeury

Remember? There’s an end to all glory

Everyone is living a story.

It’s love that takes hype

Or hate, consuming life,

Day s in n out all same

On recall many shades; some cushy, other gory

Everyone is living a story

Some come with family name;

Others with tribe to flaunt fame,

Some torch (people) houses, others light hope flame,

Choices make some shame, others proud with glory

Everyone is living a story.

(Samima)

Words Undone!

Some words leave us stun

Tears, which slit heart;

And its soul, that burns.

Though phase gets blurry

 Feelings lighter by every second;

But impressions are deep, with many lessons.

 Relations seems barren

And bonds without stem;

Words can be violent, as weapons.

So little mind before words;

Opinions need some reckon

As bitter words just can’t be undone.

(Samima)

Time Turns!!

Time has a habit of turning tables;

When good days come, bad seems fable.

But things never stayed temperate in course,

Man must learn ways n ride its wild horse.

Ones on high perch must keep in mind;

 Phase not lasting, only an ephemeral passing.

If today flaunting position or glittery crown,

Tomorrow throne's a circus in the hands of a clown.

Lore is whispering; show clemency at all times

But drift responds; flash in good and drag in grimes.

The prudent stays calm in realities of life,

Enlightened in dark, foresee opportunities & thrive.

(Samima)

The Raven - (by Edgar Allan Poe, 1945)

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, 

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, 

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, 

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. 

"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door- 

                Only this, and nothing more." 

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, 

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. 

Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow 

From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore- 

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore- 

                Nameless here for evermore. 

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain 

Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; 

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, 

"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door- 

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;- 

                This it is, and nothing more." 

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, 

"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; 

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, 

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, 

That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;- 

                Darkness there, and nothing more. 

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, 

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; 

But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, 

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?" 

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"- 

                Merely this, and nothing more. 

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, 

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. 

"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice: 

Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore- 

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;- 

                'Tis the wind and nothing more!" 

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, 

In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore; 

Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; 

But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door- 

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door- 

                Perched, and sat, and nothing more. 

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, 

By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore. 

"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, 

Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore- 

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" 

                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." 

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, 

Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore; 

For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being 

Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door- 

Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, 

                With such name as "Nevermore." 

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only 

That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. 

Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered- 

Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before- 

On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before." 

                Then the bird said, "Nevermore." 

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, 

"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, 

Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster 

Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore- 

Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore 

                Of 'Never- nevermore'." 

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling, 

Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door; 

Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking 

Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore- 

What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore 

                Meant in croaking "Nevermore." 

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing 

To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; 

This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining 

On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, 

But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, 

                She shall press, ah, nevermore! 

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer 

Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. 

"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee 

Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore! 

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!" 

                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." 

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! - 

Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, 

Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted- 

On this home by Horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore- 

Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!" 

                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." 

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! 

By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore- 

Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, 

It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore- 

Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." 

                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." 

"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting- 

"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! 

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! 

Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door! 

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" 

                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." 

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting 

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; 

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, 

And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; 

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor 

                Shall be lifted- nevermore!

(Source: http://poestories.com/read/raven)

I fell for you!!

Were strangers, never knew

 Became friends? Without a clue.

A mix of meekness and courage

And colors distinctive, slightly in hue.

Made me laugh, when eyes very dewed

Showed life's beauty; in less n fews.

Partner in life; will stay forever

  Queen that protects her King in blues.

I fell for you once; will again, very true

Would wish to grow young again with you. 

(Samima)

Reidi Gul (Yasir & Jawad)

Translation:

(In a desert, once, on a hunt did I find,

With a radiant smile, a flower so fair;

Sadly, I approached and sighed, “Ah! Of my kind

Are you too – a hapless flower from a beloved's hair.

Frail fingers wouldn't take you to a soft face so close,

Nor would you be kissed by lips delicate and rose.”

This desert I wouldn't give up for the gardens of Iran,

A solitary I am here while legions are there,

Amidst this cursed soil I stand apart.

In this gray desert, a flamboyant flame of divine light am I,

Beauty's silent song, a miracle from the sky.

In this gray desert, a flamboyant flame of divine light am I,

Beauty's silent song, a miracle from the sky.

In your garden, there are thousands of flowers like me –

A nameless droplet in a nameless sea.

You too, in your desert, don't feel forlorn,

To behold you at last shall come a sore Ghani Khan.)

(poetry : Ghani Khan)

A tale of Goodwill!!

A family of four; parents & two sons;
Charlie the elder, young was Harrison.

Every blessing of World ' imagine,
Father provided keenly WITH abundant fashion.

But something tormented him inside,
Peeled his flesh n blood, was Charlie his pride.

Dearest to him, was upshot of his dreams
But seemed aloof & angry, demands extreme.

A connection suggested: 'be friends with your sons,
'may lose the end, this gap is grave concern'.

Thought of intervention towards younger son,
Forbade him to imitate, boy was Harrison.

One day asked the younger one:
Spare sometime my dear son

Some interests to relate, define & renew
Share mundanely matters, or when u feel blue.

'Feel free to tell secrets, I am your friend'
And father felt feather light, thought relations all mend.

That Young soul took advice to heart.
Green & unfledged, thought a friendly start.

But what to talk or tell, nothing came to mind;
Next day after school, Harrison skipped play time,

And waited for his father’s to come from work.
Sat along him, questioned nonsense irks.

Father answered few, but wasn't in a mood
Conversation at sea, matters very crude.

Next day boy waited again
But still no hope, not much gain.

Without any clue started the same discussion,
Pointless it was, knew result was concussion.

Never called for, two days in a stack
Goodwill once volunteered, but hope s taking aback.

Still with spirits though not very high,
Son waited third day, to meet his big guy.

Same clueless questions he had;
But Answer this time, was bitter and sad.

'Why so inquisitive & interrogative to me,
I am your father, not a proven guilty'.

Son stood baffled, what to say ….
But friendship was confident enough to sneak away.

(Samima)

On cloud nine!!

My soul has sung odes
Feet trodden routes all snowed.
Some rhymes once encountered
Words misheard, and meaning altered.
Rare tales were between lines
Some scattered tragedies, few sporadic shines.
For indifferent; a paradox,that stays clandestine
For keen; a serendipity leaping to cloud nine.

(Samima)

Embrace your Strangeness.......

Phenomenal Woman... BY MAYA ANGELOU

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size   

But when I start to tell them,

They think I’m telling lies.

I say,

It’s in the reach of my arms,

The span of my hips,   

The stride of my step,   

The curl of my lips.   

I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,   

That’s me.

I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,   

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.   

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.   

I say,

It’s the fire in my eyes,   

And the flash of my teeth,   

The swing in my waist,   

And the joy in my feet.   

I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered   

What they see in me.

They try so much

But they can’t touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them,   

They say they still can’t see.   

I say,

It’s in the arch of my back,   

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace of my style.

I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

Now you understand

Just why my head’s not bowed.   

I don’t shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud.   

When you see me passing,

It ought to make you proud.

I say,

It’s in the click of my heels,   

The bend of my hair,   

the palm of my hand,   

The need for my care.   

’Cause I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

My Collective Conscious: Bluebird

My Collective Conscious: Bluebird: There is a bluebird, sitting in my yard Singing so gracefully, gives a bright start; Your fine prsesnce in summers and spring ...

At sea....

You are here or not

Doesn't matter at all

Life continues its way

Gathered itself, from shatters & falls.

Special to someone

Wasn't a fate, never a destiny

Heart says go on your way;

‘Subtle your route, long is your journey’.

Will endure till its end

Though all hazed, blurred and misty

 Voyage is in high tides, so what

I am an Old Salt in life’s Odyssey. 

(Samima)

Tao Te Ching (67)

Everyone says that my way of life is the way of a simpleton.
Being largely the way of a simpleton is what makes it worth while.
If it were not the way of a simpleton
It would long ago have been worthless,
These possessions of a simpleton being the three I
choose
And cherish:
To care,
To be fair,
To be humble.
When a man cares he is unafraid
When he is fair he leaves enough for others,
When he is humble he can grow;
Whereas if, like men of today, he be bold without caring,
Self-indulgent without sharing,
Self-important without shame,
He is dead.
The invincible shield
Of caring
Is a weapon from the sky
Against being dead.

(translation by Witter Bynner)

Be a Morning!!

Be a morning that strikes garden chimes

And brighten all world with sun & sunshine

Plays a song eternal, brace in its rhymes.

 Passes by so gently, but impacts are high

Hope flower bloomed, once a bud very shy

Serenity in gaze, pronounced peace hereby.

Days were strange, & nights felt lost

Morning received me, all free without cost

Here commences Life, concluding Dead frost.

(Samima) 

Gorging life!!

Live so gorged, & breathe so whole

 Life precious gift, superior to silvers n Gold.

Experience every moment, joy all seasons

Though, some get warm, others bitter for no reason.

Be some energy, and glow for a cause

Seek happiness  inside, a treasure soul holds.

Use all colors from your box of crayons

 Life's much better in bold, italic tones.

(Samima)

Resilience in Roots!!

The promising gospel of human resiliency

Survived plagues extended in decades,

Overcame the droughts of year’s continual.

Mankind has ricochet devils of its time

But for idiocy, I find reluctance eternal,

Its immensity vast & vastness perpetual.

Withdraw to bedrock, recede to roots

Only means to salvation from ruins n dooms,

Have read in histories, is the observation of times.

Future is always a continuation of present,

With past intact for lessons; inherited in dimes

Tower must be build but foundation s Prime.

(Samima)

Fleeting Permanence!!

Time changes, is learning through ages

Never stops never halts, in life’s pages.

Sometimes; in blooms of happiness like meadows

At others, a tree of winter in shadows.

The secret is to go on slowly as this World

Everyday very same, suddenly different and twirled.

It’s the shift that creates life so very loved

Transition always needed to increase its worth.

Today in droughts of scarcity & insufficiency

Tomorrow its abundance in God’s clemency.
(Samima)

If I had any learning!!!

(53)

If I had any learning

Of a highway wide and fit,

Would I lose it at each turning?

Yet look at people spurning

Natural use of it!

See how fine the palaces

And see how poor the farms,

How bare the peasants' granaries

While gentry wear embroideries

Hiding sharpened arms,

And the more they have the more they seize,

How can there be such men as these

Who never hunger, never thirst,

Yet eat and drink until they burst!

There are other brigands, but these are the worst

Of all the highway's harms. 

(Lao Tzu)

Autumn in Mosaic!!

Shreds of red n orange, on base very jade

Spread in the yard, winters on the chase

Tangled all the way, dispersal is its phase

Fall on the way, my autumns in mosaic.

Chills in the wind, blowing in all grace

No warmth in trees, no more cozy shades

Saying bye with a hope, then asks to wait

Fall on the way, my autumns in mosaic.

Same were the days

 You by my side and a hint of haze

Lost somewhere, never solved that maze

Fall on the way, my autumns in mosaic.

Come home back to me, you are dearly missed

For world its fall, but my heart’s ablaze

Desires so many, like the buds in Mays

Fall on the way, my autumns in mosaic.

(Samima)

An Inevitable Adventure: Change!

A beautiful wonder known as Change

Alters; once green, dispersed in islets

To polished wholes, in garnered violets.

Was always there, will continue to be

 For a sage, rare cues are enough

But fool assumes, can resist and bluff.

 Whether its a caterpillar to butterfly,

 From sand to pearl, or coal to diamond

The change neither stops, nor stuns.

So learn while strolling  the path of wisdom

Don’t be a frog, thinks no change comes to his well

It’s a route brayed by fools, to live life in a shell.

Remember, Change is absolute;

Inevitability, with many struggles and strives.

An adventure for existence, its synonym is Life.

(Samima)