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)