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Their stories outdated & obsolete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)

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)

Token of Life (by Samima)

When life gives a token to retrospect

Smile for good & learn from bad days

Permeate through past, let never invade

It’s the memory lane not cliches.

Man is nature’s best marvel,

Unique in his own state

Deals with adventures in life

And survives its monotony, when overplayed.

Wisdom is to keep on running

No matter how long or what it takes

The destination is already set

But paramount is the joy one makes.

Don’t count others favors

Or say their grass is Green

Stems only bitterness

Water your turf, keep it clean.

Be grateful, never forgrant blessings

Explore creativity, will set you fly

Love the life and the people around

Feet on ground, yet gaze very high.

Your life is your gift from God,

The rest stays Inconsequential

 This recall will bring smile to your face

 Glee would be vast, bliss quintessential.

Inside Us (by Samima)

Inside us we carry that parallel self

A burial vault without any delf

A little prick wakes up that oppressive pain

Buried deep in past with lots of strain

Ugly regrets which weren’t ones fault

Nothingness exaggerated, life craving a halt

 The feeling of lone & lost thing

One trusted most, damage the life string

Taking relations sensitivity, always for granted

Something and some words, just couldn’t be supplanted

 Left behind is the mirror with a crack

Which magnifies self, one less shiny…other very black.

No Regrets (by Samima)

Mindless jobs of long hours

Happiness nil, spirits sour

Work is critical, for dues n bills

Life so hard, in perpetual drill

 Why it has so much to bear

 Blessed only ones, but many despairs

Asking for more, losing moderations

Outlook to life needs contemplations

Happiness was there, always around us

Ignored it, indulged in petty wrong fuss

High earnings and status, we ran after

Were behind pace, so moved faster

The little pleasures of life were neglected

Happiness and life, were so disconnected

After the triumph when looked back

Found meaningless success, nothing intact

Still got time to clean things up

Every day brings new chance, fresh start ups

Life mustn't end in grieves and regrets

Lessons must be learned, patterns must reset

The Salad Days (by Samima Shah)

When life seems fun

Worries less or none

Days are carefree

Nights very sleepy

Energy over flowing

and Ideas pulsating

Choices are easy square

Books are biggest nightmare

School & College  formalities

Yet desire to conquer universality

The World begins with friends
 hot or not, follow every trend

 Parents are resourceful ones

Think have money in tons

Our judgements very harsh

Decisions quick, personality starched

Music is life, volume deafening

Want riches & fame at beginning

Everything starts with I, Me and My

Belong to Royalty, can’t comply

The special beings, destined to rule World

Individuality & Uniqueness, our favorite words

 Love and affairs are also in tunnel

A gossipmonger dropped my news through the funnel

Everything changes when reality hits

Life isn’t fair, everyone admits

It has seldom ups and many lows

Experience asks a lot, many setbacks and blows

Your friends aren’t your world whole

Everyone busy to hit his own goal

 Have to earn to make a living

 No pots of gold there, few upswings

Days are shorter, and nights less sleepy

Once were Salad days, now strange and creepy

But will steer these tough days well

Dreams will be true, after a hard work’s spell

Forbidden thinking

A plain matter or uphill concern

When are preached or played

Given knowledge of lemons to lemonade

Thinking for some is just of no aid

Being casual deliberately or unintentional

Fail to perceive humility masquerades

Are singing same old serenade,

Thinking for some is just of no aid.

Some impulsive n unpredictable

Hasty and emotional, crowing are unafraid

Common-sense lost n mislaid

Thinking for some is just of no aid.

Try to be reflective, act more pensive

Stop believing every bray displayed

Better to rethink, let 'Self' upgrade

But! Thinking for some is just of no aid.

(Samima)

Old Friend!!

(Artwork Credits: Pascal Campion)

Eager to know your old pal’s mundane

Dear! ‘m good, right as rain.

Forbearance taught me well through years

Found sustained joys in temporal pain.

Were partner in crime, can recall

or tingling charms, tagged in chain.

Found many secrets & distorted truths

 Friendship is sacred, not profane.

Time unfolded many fables and lies

Wise are bitten once, seldom  again.

 Better to cut your own peaches now  

Nice meeting u, but can’t entertain.

(Samima)