In a mood.

My morning was shining

My day went right

It’s better to live on

Without usual regret bites.

I am in a mood for love & laughter

No more worries I now can bear

When Life is to live, our only option

Why not with cheers, some tagged tears

I have seen many bragging blessed starts

While other whining about storm hitting hard

Little by little, things move, time passes

Embrace uncertainty as life’s reward

It will end soon while we wonder

Was it worth it, was that right

The shadows will stay murky till their very end

But clarity will tear darkness like the beacons of light.

(Samima Shah-Faheem)

Skewed Society!!

When tried to word out truth

Was asked to mute my tongue, as truth was rude,

Tried to vent anger

No ear to heed, my means were crude?

You truths are poisonous, try being a prude

Why people’s judgements distorting, why opinions skewed.

They boast people as their mentors

Who were taboos in their times

Mocked by men, insulted by society

A rocky road they travelled,

No silk path they ever viewed

Why people’s judgements distorting, why opinions skewed.

Let such bigoted trolls play their ugly flute

Their stories outdated & obsolete

Their whining now can’t delude

Cursing the opposition is their habit

Abusing new ideas, their food

Why people’s judgements distorting, why opinions skewed.

(Samima Shah-Faheem)

True Colours!!

There’s a blessing in seclusion

There’s a gift hidden in separation

People aren't the one they seem

Masquerading a self of pure animation

Be true to them with all soul

Pour your heart out in full galore

Open their layers, all attempts will be sore

Are lying through teeth, deception encore

From such treacherous company

From such a traitorous crew

Better be a lone salt, in a sea

Away from all who are tricky and untrue.

(Samima Shah-Faheem)

Think!!

Stop watering those silly weeds

When your flowers bloom so smart

You are original as this universe

Not a sly boot or some petty upstart

There’s a world inside you

A sea of wisdom, a very kind heart

The evils of world though very distracting

Are they worthy enough in life to bart?

But many silly beings, so consumed in its sheen

Trade their aces to world’s trivial cards

Some are successful, some report a canard

Never hoax a living that was destined to star

Help humanity in suffering

Break reluctance, holding you chained or jarred

A life spent, helping one single soul

 Will bring more peace, and a worthy regard.

(Samima Shah-Faheem)

A black heart!!

Words sugar sweet, allude intimacy from start

Personas angelic and a divine facade

Found people with thousand faces

And all have the same black heart.

Lectures filled with moralising

 Beliefs high, reflecting priestly art

Infernal in deeds with malignancy impart

And all have the same black heart

What’s the use of false shrouding?

Is life a masquerade of deceptive art?

Purpose lost and essence very flawed;

For those having the same black heart.

(Samima Shah-Faheem)

Forgive!!

It’s time to forget and move on

 Feel good to find seclusion in peace zone

Much been lost to hatred, enough of plucking

One can’t stay clean when the mud is thrown.

Constant struggle of thoughts, and clash of minds

Renders nothing fertile, no seed can be sown.

Drive away from such roads that hold you back,

As highway to harmony is through forgiveness and condone.

Mislaid by ill-will & consumed by hostility

How to find peace, when the motive lacks civility

So grant yourself some freedom

And absolve the hatred unknown

Drive away from such roads that hold you back,

As highway to harmony is through forgiveness and condone.

In the end was left some crazy beautiful love

Search in the forest of life, for this pretty dove

Nothing is significant more, everything’s trivial

Profound passion is supreme, its reach not tough

 Drive away from such roads that hold you back,

As highway to harmony is through forgiveness and condone.

 (Samima Shah-Faheem)

to the Inconsequential!!

Certain silly minds, sometimes circle around me

Have hatred in heaps,& gossip shabbily

Their rudeness much salient, back-bite patently

Everything stemming out as a green envy tree.

To all such haters, to all these loathers

You can do better, & you can’t disagree

Why keeping your mind so full of me?

Don’t you feel yourself, my hate’s abductee?

About such poor souls, what I can foresee

I shall be dwelling in their minds, all fare-free.

(Samima Shah-Faheem)

Love!!

An emotion that takes thousands of forms

One time loads of cheers at others raging storms

Filled with tears of joy, lacking stability of norms

It’s a lifeline for us all, leave age or time alone

It reaches mountains in a leap, while touching sky from Rome

Some wander wild in search, other contented to roam

Some say you reach heaven, other‘s destiny was home.

Life itself searched the meaning, impossible was an epitome

It crushed few integrals to pieces

 Brought oneness where order wasn't known

Kings and peasants stand alike in its reign

Who conquers its mystery, will rest this throne.

(Samima Shah-Faheem)

Pleasures in Life!!!

There are certain pleasures in  life

Glamorous n charming, enough to excite

Taste so finest, devouring’s a single bite

And fragrance so lovely, brings wonders in  sight.

Indulgence sure dire,

No second thoughts even slight

It’s a game well played, and fair from both sides

Yet no one's a winner, earned was mere plight.

Why their beginnings so delectable

Why their ends are overnight

An ode to desire is too hard to rewrite

Where ups and downs both burned by spotlight.

(Samima Shah-Faheem)

King Bruce!!

Robert the Bruce, known as Robert I after becoming king of Scotland, was one of the greatest kings of Scottish history. His achievement in rallying the Scottish nation behind him in resistance to the English is all the more remarkable by his lack of resources at the time of his revolt in 1306. The revolt was defeated, Bruce's lands were confiscated and he became a fugitive. The story of his wanderings is very much embroidered with traditions and legends: the best known is the tale of his watching the spider while he was in hiding on Rathlin Island (now in Northern Ireland), and drawing inspiration from the perseverance of the spider in spinning her web. Gradually he recruited followers again, and in 1314 won at Bannockburn the greatest victory that Scotland had ever won or was to win over England. Fourteen years later Bruce secured a treaty with England recognizing the independence of Scotland and his right to the throne.

The following poem about Robert the Bruce and the Spider is from To Read & to Tell, edited by Norah Montgomery (Arco Publishing Co., Inc. New York, 1964):

When Bruce, King of Scotland, was getting the worst

Of the war he was waging with Edward the First;

When most of his friends had been captured or slain,

And the sky of Scotland looked very like rain;

When he spent his days hiding in bushes and trees,

Getting thorns in his fingers and cuts on his knees,

And when nothing could lighten the gloom he was feeling -

He lay in a cave and looked at the ceiling.

He stared at the ceiling with thoughts that were black,

Till a spidery spider came out of a crack,

A spidery spider all bulging with thread,

Which she started to spin on the beam overhead.

She spun the web once, but the spider-thread broke;

She spun the thread twice - Bruce's interest awoke;

She spun the web three times with pluck unavailing;

She spun the thread four times but still went on failing.

She spun the web five times - "My goodness!" cried Bruce,

"Yon spidery spider must see it's no use!

O Spidery, spider, it's plan as a pike

We two are as like as two peas are alike!"

She spun the web six times - "How now!" cried the Scot,

"Don't you know when you're beaten?" The spider did not.

But calmly proceeded, as patient as ever,

To start on an obstinate seventh endeavour.

She hung and she swung and she swayed in the air,

While Bruce for the Spider could not help but stare -

Then he whooped with delight and he sprang to his feet,

For from one beam to another the web hung complete!

With hope he was filled and with courage he burned.

"O spider!" he said, "What a lesson I've learned!

Dear Scotland! Of English invaders I'll rid it!"

Then Bruce sallied forth and at Bannock burn did it.

SOURCE
"Bruce and the Spider," from Favorite Tales of Long Ago, retold by James Baldwin (E. P. Dutton & Co., Inc.: New York, 1955), pp. 18-20. Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 55-6511.

Pretty souls!!

( This poem is dedicated to my sister Hijab and my friends.)

You 'r working in perplexing circles of time

Days past by and now  night’s in decline

While looking after your loved ones

Nothings clandestine

I want you all to know,

You are beautiful, more than words can define.

Worn out by people’s slandering

 Weary in hatred twirled vine

Standing erect and heading to your path

One needs an iron spine

I want you all to know,

You are beautiful, more than words can define.

We have things in common, though paths very different

Our goals though vague, certain things bade align

It will get better, this too shall pass

Things  meant to happen in nature’s design

I want you all to know,

You  are beautiful, more than words can define.

(Samima Shah-Faheem)

Whimsy!!

I want my happiness to relish

 In the limitless sky with spree

Enjoying all life of abundance

Without hates, regrets and self piety.

No broken heart aches or bitterness

No despair or hostility

What a world would it be for me?

Of contentment, joy n glee.

I hope for a painless day

With no grief of past misery

But that’s like a wish, very futile

Wanting ripest fruits from a rootless tree.
(Samima Shah-Faheem)

Trusting the Process!!!

Running for success through days n nights

We hide from dark, in search light.

What’s the use of one when the other’s never faced

How to bless peace when wars never aced.

If the life was a smooth, silky little road

With no bumps or humps, without any load

Wonder will you learn a journey any worth

Better is a toad’s life in bounded earth.

It’s the setback that teaches patience

And the problems ask not to hasten

Though an unknown way, but still on the move

Will discover my pass, will learn my groove.

(Samima Shah-Faheem)