I fell for you!!

Were strangers, never knew

 Became friends? Without a clue.

A mix of meekness and courage

And colors distinctive, slightly in hue.

Made me laugh, when eyes very dewed

Showed life's beauty; in less n fews.

Partner in life; will stay forever

  Queen that protects her King in blues.

I fell for you once; will again, very true

Would wish to grow young again with you. 

(Samima)

Reidi Gul (Yasir & Jawad)

Translation:

(In a desert, once, on a hunt did I find,

With a radiant smile, a flower so fair;

Sadly, I approached and sighed, “Ah! Of my kind

Are you too – a hapless flower from a beloved's hair.

Frail fingers wouldn't take you to a soft face so close,

Nor would you be kissed by lips delicate and rose.”

This desert I wouldn't give up for the gardens of Iran,

A solitary I am here while legions are there,

Amidst this cursed soil I stand apart.

In this gray desert, a flamboyant flame of divine light am I,

Beauty's silent song, a miracle from the sky.

In this gray desert, a flamboyant flame of divine light am I,

Beauty's silent song, a miracle from the sky.

In your garden, there are thousands of flowers like me –

A nameless droplet in a nameless sea.

You too, in your desert, don't feel forlorn,

To behold you at last shall come a sore Ghani Khan.)

(poetry : Ghani Khan)

A tale of Goodwill!!

A family of four; parents & two sons;
Charlie the elder, young was Harrison.

Every blessing of World ' imagine,
Father provided keenly WITH abundant fashion.

But something tormented him inside,
Peeled his flesh n blood, was Charlie his pride.

Dearest to him, was upshot of his dreams
But seemed aloof & angry, demands extreme.

A connection suggested: 'be friends with your sons,
'may lose the end, this gap is grave concern'.

Thought of intervention towards younger son,
Forbade him to imitate, boy was Harrison.

One day asked the younger one:
Spare sometime my dear son

Some interests to relate, define & renew
Share mundanely matters, or when u feel blue.

'Feel free to tell secrets, I am your friend'
And father felt feather light, thought relations all mend.

That Young soul took advice to heart.
Green & unfledged, thought a friendly start.

But what to talk or tell, nothing came to mind;
Next day after school, Harrison skipped play time,

And waited for his father’s to come from work.
Sat along him, questioned nonsense irks.

Father answered few, but wasn't in a mood
Conversation at sea, matters very crude.

Next day boy waited again
But still no hope, not much gain.

Without any clue started the same discussion,
Pointless it was, knew result was concussion.

Never called for, two days in a stack
Goodwill once volunteered, but hope s taking aback.

Still with spirits though not very high,
Son waited third day, to meet his big guy.

Same clueless questions he had;
But Answer this time, was bitter and sad.

'Why so inquisitive & interrogative to me,
I am your father, not a proven guilty'.

Son stood baffled, what to say ….
But friendship was confident enough to sneak away.

(Samima)

On cloud nine!!

My soul has sung odes
Feet trodden routes all snowed.
Some rhymes once encountered
Words misheard, and meaning altered.
Rare tales were between lines
Some scattered tragedies, few sporadic shines.
For indifferent; a paradox,that stays clandestine
For keen; a serendipity leaping to cloud nine.

(Samima)

Embrace your Strangeness.......