Saturday, August 17, 2013

Purple Rain!

The rain was pouring in galore
Made me think of you even more
Though memories have faded long ago
Some past boats left on my hearty shore.

The bells of cheer, coloured my days
Lull of nights solaced, I was sure
This swing in dark n light is torturing
 Bore a burden, always abhorred.

Life continued testing limits once set
Surrounded by wolfs, crows, wild bores
To bear such creeps, was one big task
Building walls sky high, keeping open all doors.
(Samima Shah-Fahim)

Sunday, June 30, 2013

Life in Clichés!

Though we all want our lives
Spiced with thrill of strays
But can’t ignore its essence
Play consistency in dullness n frays.

Never settle for less
Having more isn't enough, they say
Happiness, grief a share
When going gets tough, give a little sway.

We want love like all
 Follow same pattern of nights n days
Sometimes peace is being a sand dune
 Life can be lived at times in clichés.

Thursday, June 13, 2013

A Wish!!!!!!!!

Some parts of life, still fragile n tender
No matter how much I care
The path is getting slender.

Point of life was to live to a full
And letting others to live; but
I am playing trumpet for some cows’ n bulls.

Say modesty a joke, mere weakness
Money is thy standard, show offing a rule
And vanity with pride is only uniqueness.

I wish some sense of gold, shining ever so bright
Its sparkle I want, in some silvers & white
Give all these conceited blinds some light. 

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Colors of Time!!

Time changes time flies
Some obligations in the way,
Along with strong bonds and ties.

But sometimes it passed slowly
Things were stagnant and dull
Yet different with all glory.

Happy times came with breaks of gloom
But hope tied in faith
Kept the flowers to bloom.

I am thankful to both for keeping colours there
Life would been a monotony
Without each others share.

Friday, April 12, 2013

Nation of Martyrs.

Inducing guilt & selling martyrs
Claim divinity, yet business in barter.
Generals or Jawan, say all in the line
Later die honest, but former live smarter
Cultivating wars, cropping false aggression
 Use innocent minds for personal charters.

We are a nation of martyrs, waged life in mute jihads
Patriots at heart, no perk in end or starters
We tussle unknown battles for days n nights
Without much returns, yet never think of parter.
We want peace for country, let heaven alone
A better future for children, it’s not much or harder
Hope of a kingdom or a fort invincible
Dream can't be serene sweet when topping's of War tarter.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013


Bill Hicks used to finish his shows with this---
Life is like a ride in an amusement park
and when you go on it you think its real,
because that's how powerful our minds are.

When the ride goes up and down and around and around
and it has thrill and chills and its very brightly colored.
And its very loud and its fun for awhile.

Some have been on the ride for a long time and
they begin to question is this real or is this just a ride?

And other people have remembered and they come back to us
and say "Hey don't worry, don't be afraid ever, because this is just a ride"

And we kill those people
"Shut him up! I've got a lot invested in this ride"
Shut him up.

Look at my furrows of worry,
look at my big bank account
and my family
this has to be real.

It's just a ride

but we kill those good guys who try and tell us that,
do you ever notice that?
and let the demons run a mock.

But it doesn't matter, because its just a ride
and we can change it anytime we want.

Its only a choice,
no effort,
no work,
no job,
no savings of money.

Just a choice right now


Sunday, March 24, 2013


Some stations can’t be owned
Memories crowded, yet feels alone
So, on transition lane we are
Reminding destiny; 'to home'.

Where to end, from where we begun
 A tale once told, very skill fully spun
Fate n success, were all meant to be
Together in a place called Kingdom of Sun.

Its known, haze finally clears
And joys come after buckets of tears
Then why to sorrow, and fear in spheres
Ignorance is blessing, known to cheers.

Thursday, March 14, 2013


It’s time to go, let’s say goodbyes
 I want your memories pure, clear in my eyes
Your drizzly mornings and pouring nights
Cloudy all year, & few sunny skies.
Pains and joys finally led us through
 Journey once begun in hows and whys
Learning through endeavour is rare to forget
Retrieval needed for things hard to memorize.
I find it hard, but thanking you Bristol
Leaving you behind, but keeping all ties.

Thursday, February 28, 2013

A Mid-Winter's Night Dream!

Observed some Reds in height
Pearls & diamonds shinning bright
But one Green conquered all
As purity fired its light
 A dream, yet all in pieces
Merged in mosaic delight
All is well with heaps of hope
Days very kind, serenity in nights.

Friday, February 22, 2013

A Starry Night!!

While gazing the stars at night
Grabbed idea of my trivial presence
Such pure inconsequence caused fright.

Expanded was my belief in Him
I’m nothing yet reasoning’on lens
What a daredevil who's destination s light.

To gain or to lose, haven’t viewed
But crossed thresholds & tipped fence
Life whispered, ‘All struggle to shine stellar bright’.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Realities & Experiences!

There are two realities in life. Some known to all of us like air and water, and some not known but known to us after some experience. But still is the reality, our very own reality.  People can’t ignore such realities nor can deny them, and we have to carry those experiences and work our future on those experiences.

As a student of life, I found many teachers but as C.S Lewis explains it:
"Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn."
 Found his teaching the most promising one in life. There are times when one wonders the authenticity of such experiences, about their place in the world among so many other like me, but they are very true and very real for the one who learns from them.

Experience brings out something very new inside us, which we never knew was in our ability, it paves way towards ones “actualization”. It tells us the threshold we weren't daring to cross is the only way leading towards the meaning of life, the actual reality of our life.

In my opinion, that point would be a very complete moment in one’s  life, the wholeness of which can’t be confound into words, I won’t say that it will be the happiest one, but would surely be the most satisfying one. It would be very different from the muddled continuation of days and nights, but above all, just completeness and satisfaction.(Samima)

Monday, January 28, 2013

Let go!!

I've grown out and broken your spell
Free as a bird, destined to marvel.
Your wickedness and foul play, left behind
Vileness now doubled as echoed and repelled.
Confound in devilry, with a mark of Cain
You are a prisoner of mind who’s hard to impel.
A farewell, a departure, a covert blessing
Such a finale, tale love to retell.
Found that peace of soul and beyond
All  knots untied, nothing to unravel.
My destiny, way ahead; my journey though long
But far from treachery, & bound to excel.

Saturday, January 19, 2013

An Inward Struggle!!

Senses numb, breathing hard and streite
Each moment, a battle with a demon inside
 Its enormity vast, not shrinking, even slight
Leading to my soul’s perplexity & plight
Confound in its maze, lacking options outright
Lost in its depth, but gaze on height
For a new day I long, for this sun to shine bright
But darkness still murky, lasting long is this night.

Monday, January 07, 2013

Untitled Poem in "The Visionary" The Lady's Book, (1833-1834)~~ E.A. Poe

Thou wast that all to me, love, 

 For which my soul did pine— 
A green isle in the sea, love—
 A fountain and a shrine 
All wreathed round with wild flowers,
 And all the flowers were mine! 

But the dream—it could not last; 
 Young Hope! thou did'st arise 
But to be overcast ! 
 A voice from out the Future cries
" Onward !" while o'er the Past, 
 Dim Gulf! —my spirit hovering lies, 
Mute — motionless — aghast !

For alas !—alas !—with me 

 Ambition —all— is o'er;
" No more — no more — no more"—
 (Such language holds the breaking sea 
To the sands upon the shore,) 
 Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree, 
Or the stricken eagle soar ! 

And all my hours are trances,
 And all my nightly dreams 
Are where the dark eye glances—
 And where thy footstep gleams
In what ethereal dances, 
 By what Italian streams. 

Alas ! for that accursed time 
 They bore thee o'er the billow, 
From me!—to titled age and crime, 
 And an unholy pillow— 
From Love, and from our misty clime, 
 Where weeps the silver willow!

Friday, January 04, 2013

Beauty of Nature!!

Small seeds of acts, flowers to character in life
Though happens subtly & grasp isn't fast;
Clustering enhances visibility to gardener
But picture painted to world long lasts.

Beauty of character must be there;
In acts all public or clandestine.
Practicing daily & merging in nature
So beauty becomes nature; will spring n shine.

Truth without corruption adheres to integrity
Lies and dishonesty leads to falsehood of life,
Few believe honesty a virtue; few act and exercise
Self-deceit holds them to act otherwise.