Things Matter!!

Emotions felt & experience that connects

 All put in lines, never to forget.

Sometimes its anger, at others cheers loud

Penning down the spirits of high hazy clouds.

Often I wonder, what difference it makes

A voice reminds: ‘do your share, whatever it takes’.

Turn better or worse, won't be a regret

Power bestowed shall be written in violet.

(Samima)

The Green and White!!

Never knew how the  serenity stunned

Some brief conflicts became Armageddon.

I longed for your peace, day’s n nights

(Like you) bore many pressures, fought many fights.

Bloomed in you, seen the best n worst

My love for you is an unquenchable thirst.

Felt your pain, were terrorized n tripped

Defended, repulsed, when verbally whipped.

Seen the world, offers things very best

But nothing’s comparable to your colors or fests.

Hold on my land, the roaring days are near

Many loyal n patriots ,though silent but in sphere.

The Crescent will be shiny and Star more calm

When Green will be tolerant for the White in Pakistan.

(Samima)

A West side Story

Fears irrational, dwellers of mind

Timid & uncertain with horrors unknown

Doubts need time to scatter, dispel

And vagueness space, before it’s gone.

Alien it was, found best resolve

Was empty-handed, now with fortune overload

There’s a light after every dark spell

A beacon so clear, its glow foretold.

Insight’s mine, awareness home

Wisdom’s a flame, burns bright and high

An odyssey of life, with self discovery

It’s prudence and truth, one can’t deny.

(Samima)

Keeping Standards High!

Always keep your standards high. Read good books, listen and learn from people of high mores. All these things will unclutter your thoughts and perception of the world.  It ain't very hard to attain, just don't surrender for anything of lesser value. Standards will be high and valued at the same time. (Samima)

Autumn Joy

Heart  harmonized, senses peace and joy

Feeling the breeze and serenity ahoy.

Softness of solitude intensified

Soul approaching Nature, then reside.

Now is a part, to make me a whole

What’s self what’s not, close my goal.

Living so deep and never to be found

Where it commensed, where confound.

(Samima)