You don’t realize the beauty of it then!

When I was 20, I was afraid of becoming 30

I thought I will die, if I became 30

I became 30,

And unsurprisingly, I was alive

I realized it was really beautiful then

When I was 30, I was afraid of becoming 40

I thought the world would end, when I become 40

I became 40, and sadly I was the same

When I became 50

I realized it was really beautiful then

I look back to 50, and think the same when I’m 60

I look back to 60, and think the same when I’m 70

In front of death, every last moment is the climax of your life.

All ages are like a flower

You just don’t know how beautiful each age was at that time.

( translated from a Korean poem)

Empty jar....

Like a broken empty jar

This heart is lost in a battle

That wasn’t known to world

 But hum could be felt from a far.

The doubts are rising

In the ghosts of my past

 Numb or barren

 This broken soul’s at par

Drowning in a sea of sorrow

Lost my way to home

The shore was there, caught my sight

Was only an illusion ... a mirage?

Perhaps we all were strayed

Wayward and mislaid

Some conceal better, stayed sharp

Continued their journey, in the dead dark.

(by Samima shah)

Colour Me Happy

Neither red or blue, nor a shade of hue

Colour me happy with shades very true

No lies no deceit, or tales climbing high

Enough to live and love & some friends passing by

While looking back in life, take this note my dear

Its impurity of matters that I always fear

Fades and lust, though are shiny to bear

But love trumps all, mighty as sterling clear

Winds would be strong and storms be in search

But calm is a place, in the autumns of silver birch

(Samima )

Red Orange Leaves.

Crackling on the way

 These winds never stay

Don’t hide those tears

And fold those tenfold fears

But people always say

Its life that we portray

You think it’s all forever

But neither life nor you were here

We had our greener days

Were happy in breezy sprays

Thought times would never end

On fleek those times spend

Had shades as thick you imagine

That grew with time like passion

But things don’t stay forever

It’s the law of universe, a hidden treasure

Let go is the message we give

Life isn't for living but to outlive.

(SamimaShah)

Paths !

Paths were made

Sealing one’s fate.

Tunes high n low rung

For the songs of love and hate

Regrets will eat me up

Ghosts of past emerging high

Wake me up from this nightmare

 Reality’s also bitter, so I cry

Why I looked for others

Why felt pain of everyone

Lost in those paths; never meant for me

Tangled in the yarn; that others spun

Or is every stone stacking

In its place, is at home

Confusions organized as myriad divisions

Still clinging to faith; my only option.

(Samima )