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)