Breathe In, Breathe Out

I really need to calm down myself. I am so angry that the world will catch fire from the intensity. Today I declare I hate people. All are double faced. There is no such things called “Friends” but exceptions are always there. ( dont raise your brows or roll your eyes. Its true)
Today I saw a friend backstabbing another friend. I saw it. I witnessed it. I felt …
That doesnt matter. It doesnt matter

Conclusion : the world is mean and I hate it.

Ans : Everyone.
Ans : Keep hating everyone.

COMMENTS : you are doing a great job. CARRY ON!


Brighter Than Sun

Looking up at the bright sun
As I squint my eyes from its glaring magnificence
Reflecting the beauty and His purity
The brittle yet stable world
The people in it, the lives they live
One among the many, only one amongst the billions
Years ago, he lived
Born from the light, he shone bright
Those who knew him, loved him
Those who heard of him, adored him
Well for me, I simply love him
For his clean heart, for his pure soul
So handsome he was, so beautiful his aura
So sure of himself, so elegant in his stance
From the dark long layers of his hair
Falling gently to his broad shoulders
To the beauty of his face, a face more pretty than an angel
I adore him, I look upto him
My angel, my role model.
Unique he was and unique he is
No one is there where he is
Holds a high place in my small heart
My love isnt enough to compliment his superiority
He was one of a kind
Such a person, no one can find
So much poise and such charm
Yet so modest and so calm
My Angel, My Messenger
My guide, My support through life.
As I cherish these memories I have read about him
I look up at the sun and smile
Knowing fully well that there is someone more bright than it.

Shifa Naseer

What I Cannot Have

Seeing you makes my day
My hearts jumps up and accelerates
My soul gets electrified
I ache to extend my arm to touch you
To see for real that you are mine
To seal our fates and make it divine
As I am yours as much as you are mine
Our love is everlasting and infinite
I wont let you go, never in this lifetime
For looking at you gives me joy
I long to know you, to talk to you
But I cannot! Why cant I?
I run from my desire
I am not among those who favor fire
I continue to stare from the other side of the bridge
My eyes reflecting the turmoil in my heart
Aching and longing for things I cannot have.

Shifa Naseer

Personal Hell

They have many things as their own Everything personal in this world, together and indivisual
But my case is new,
I have my own personal hell
I breathe in it, I sustain in it
I fuel the fire, I rekindle the flame
My own burning hell
Licking flames, all wood, all coal
I burn in it, I turn to ash Then comes the hot wind and blows me away
Showing no mercy, it scatters me to bits
I fall through the air right into the fire Not even my ashes are spared So thorough they are Bits are burnt, and burnt to bits Till bits can no longer be bits Still the fire roars, The hell flourishes I die, I burn and no one cares My personal hell it seems has no mercy I dont want pity, I want release I want my inner peace!

Words To Encourage

So what if you failed
So what if you couldnt reach
You are still the better half
For you have something to strive for
You still have a goal
You carry your strength in your heart
For your heart is pure
You have the desire, you have the tinge
Rectify where you went wrong
Walk your path, find your glory
Fix your eyes on the target
And hit with all your might
So what if you were wronged
Find your justice, fight for it!
Prove them wrong, make things right
Make your mom proud, make yourself happy
So what if they point at you
You point right back at your aim
Find it and hit it,
Get it and live it.

You know you can do it. Find the will.

Shifa Naseer


The sea was calm in the gleam of the setting sun. The whole beach was bathed in red and orange light which was being reflected by the calm water giving it a touch of perfection. She sat near the shore, just before the waves started and gazed out to the open water. Her face was serene and emotionless. If seen from outside, she appeared as calm as the water before her but just like the turmoil in the depth of the sea her heart was raging a war with her. She was bent by her troubles so much that it hurt. She was hurt and hurting still. Her life had turned out a big joke after all. Everyone deceived her, lied to her. She never retaliated. Now she was thinking that she did wrong. As she sat there alone on the beach, she realised she had always been on her own. She only ever talked to herself and no one else. She had always shunned from company and gatherings. They were a bore. She had always adored literature and the world they opened for her when she was a child. She had lost herself in that world and forgotten about reality. When she came out of her own world, she didnt know how to survive in the real one. She didnt know the rules. And as a result, she lost.

Small Packets



Who do you think is a father, a dad, a papa ?
No one really thinks about it. He is a person who is always there, sometimes in the background and sometimes standing next to you. He is a part of who you are. You never notice his presence as he intermingles his aura with your own. He has tremendous love for you. His first small packet.
You call out to him and he replies without wasting a single second. He is your backbone, your support through life. God made mother to love you but He made a father to guide you, to teach you, to be your role model. His second small packet.
Hardly ever would you acknowledge his presence. But when you dont see him for a whole day, you get restless. You call him several times until he picks up. You breathe a sigh of relief and then your self-centred person comes back and you ask for something in the same instant. He doesnt tell you off like your mother. Instead he smiles and promises to get the thing for you. Always! His third small packet.
He makes a home for you which he decorates for you. Painting your room with your favorite colour, buying the things you want. He gets all that you ask of him and many times even more than that. His fourth small packet.
He helps you get the best college. He supports your education and degrees. He helps you to stand on your own feet. He does everything in his power to help you earn your livelihood.
His fifth small packet.
Then he spends lavishly at your wedding making it the best day of your life. Buying you jewellery of your choice, all the expensive dresses for all the functions and events. He buys you wedding gifts. He hands you over with such pomp and pleasure.
His sixth small packet.
He cares for your children when they are born, He loves them even more than you ever could. He takes them in his care till you do your day’s jobs making motherhood seem quite easy.
His seventh small packet.
He does it all for you from the day you were born till the day he dies. That is the love of a father. He truly is your backbone through thick and thin.
You dont value what you have. You only realize the importance of something when you lose it. You disregard his small packets. You dont really see all that he did.
Lucky are those who receive all the seven packets in life from their fathers.
When it comes to me, I only got four of them.




Wait Till The Clock Strikes Twelve

I will fight my sleep
Fight all the sedatives they feed me
Drop me into oblivion, making me limp
Trapping me, binding me!
But not tonight!
Tonight I will fight my demons
I will bring a change in me
I will fight sleep till the clock strikes twelve
And when it does, I will mourn
I will shout and I will lament your loss
For such a big part of my life, you turned me down
Brought to me this exile, this parched life
I will call for you the whole night
When the clock will strike twelve.



Shifa Naseer

Red As Blood

After the coarse and dry winter
After all the white snow and all the cold
Spring came with a joyous whirl
Sweeping me off my feet
I saw the garden burst in bloom
All red and more red roses
So pretty a sight, as the winds tickle them by
Giggling, laughing and dancing
Together we welcomed the sunny days
Held the beautiful sights in our mind’s eye
But see closely, if you may
The red turned redder still
The color started dripping from the flowers
All of a sudden a realisation dawned
The red was not the colour but the blood itself
As the red from the flowers faded
They died and decayed in the course of the day
What was left was just the red
Flowing, dripping, colouring everything

Fading Red

Shifa Naseer

Departed Soul

Lying, face down, towards the rugged, coarse ground
Enveloped in my miseries as I lay
Erasing all signs of sanity, all pale like the coarse sand below
I recall, I remember, I bring it all forth
My pain, my loss, my salvation
The cause for my exile, the root of my shreds
The day when the foundation shook
When my heart took leave and ran off
To the desert, into the unknown.
Empty me with an empty chest
I grieved for the snatched soul, for my shattered hope which could never be whole
That day my exile began
And I continue with my punishment
I continue to tread on thorns
I burn the soles of my feet
I walk the road of fire
Carrying my miserable self forward
My misery, my companion
We all mourn the deaths, the departed souls.

Shifa Naseer

Happy Mother’s Day, Maa


Dear Maa,

Thank you for being there when no one was.

Thank you for always supporting me when no one did.

Thank you for being patient with me when no one was.

Thank you for loving me when no one did.

Thank you for reading my mind like an open book.

Thank you for making me your reflection.

Thank you for never letting me down.

Thank you for all the nights you sacrificed for me.

Thank you for tolerating my attitude.

Thank you for being the best mother one could ask for.

Happy Mother’s Day, Maa!

When You Round Your Corner

When you round your corner
You wont find me there
I will vanish away into the shadows
Better than how I was treated
You took me for granted
You always kept me waiting
I waited, I always did
It broke my heart, it broke me!
But I used to wait for you
But this time when you move forward
When you round your corner
You wont find me there
I will be lost to you
No matter how much you plead
I wont wait, I will go
You ran too fast when I wanted you to go slow
Now its too late
I will be gone by the time you turn around

Shifa Naseer

SKIMS, Soura

The hustle and bustle of the hospitals is the same as a super market. But the main difference is that joy is replaced by worries, smiles replaced by frowns, food replaced by medicines. Rest all is same. People walking with hurried pace, back bent low with tension, carrying their appointment cards, whispering words of prayers.
Patients being wheeled away to different departments.
Amongst all this chaotic atmosphere, an old lady in typical kashmiri attire was sitting on a wheelchair. She was looking at nothing in particular.
Her eyes were vacant. Her lips were dry which she kept on licking in order to moisten them. She had a bundle of blankets in her lap. She kept staring at something. She had a crease of worry etched on her forehead which didnt lessen at all, not even when a nurse came and wheeled her away.

Rounding a corner, a man was puking water continuously. A younger lady, most probably her daughter since she was quite young, held his head as he vomited on the floor.

Rounding yet another corner, another lady was being wheeled by two men, could be her sons. She was middle aged, judging by her looks. She had a drip attached to her left arm. It was purple there. -_-

This particular hospital has a very depressing atmosphere. The clean floors, the white marble, the white walls do nothing but depress a person more.
Death lurks in every nook and corner of the hospital. It is scary. The labyrinth of corridors and lobbies. A maze. A depressing place. No one smiled. Not one.


Shifa Naseer

Humming Together

I know the golden words by heart
I read and revise them
Humming them till they stay forever in my memory
Your words and mine
Together creating something pure and divine
Humming till the soul absorbs them
Accepts them as its very own
Vibrating in the very hearts
The words, your and mine
Humming till the tune gets mighty high and fine
Touching us, a journey to the depths
Healing all wounds, forgiving the folly
Humming together, you and I
The golden words, your and mine
Creating something which is pure and divine

Shifa Naseer

A Feeling In Me

Today I want to write. I want to scream out all the words. I dont want to just type away but I want to shout out every syllable. Every word. For I am done being the silent dummy. For I am done being the one who puts in effort. I want to write till my fingers give up. I want to write till my mind protests.

Shifa Naseer

Dreams Into Reality

She waited, all her life
She was patient, every moment
She endured
All she did was dream, a hope
A little flicker of flame
She dreamed to reach, to achieve
She hoped to receive, a gift from reality
Her dream to be true
Her sole wish to be granted
To be freed, to be liberated
From the bondage of mortality
She wished her reality be far from their reality
She wished to hide among the hidden
She ached to belong to those who belonged
Longing for dreams to turn real
And not to fail her
She feared her dreams as she feared the reality
She feared her mortality as she feared her destiny

Shifa Naseer

This Might Be It

I wait for the final verdict
I chase the passing seconds
Urging the time to flow smooth
Uneven breathing, so shallow, so low
Fear gripping my heart as I choose to ignore
The inevitable fate that awaits
I know in my heart
The truth is being served hot
That this might be it
That this might be the end
Of my joys and my sorrows
Of my destiny and my fate
The pages blank as the story ends
Looking death in its face
As I brace myself to embrace
The truth, the lies, the dark and the light.


Shifa Naseer

Little About Love

A vast ocean,

….. …. …. … too blue. …. … … … … …  too dark … … … … … ..enchanting. … … … … … .. … … … … …. … .. … … … …. … .. …… …. …. …. …. … … … …too deep … … … … … … … … … … … … .. … … … … …. … .. … … … …. … .. …… …. …. …. …. … … … … … filled with secrets … … … .your and mine.. … … … … … … … .. … … … … . unshared… … .. … … … … There is just secret and depth. ……. …… . ….. No love ! … None at all. …….. …. ….. ….. …. …. ….. …. …

Bound Light Of The Sun

Futile it is to work on your love

Bound Light Of The Sun
Bound Light Of The Sun

Useless it is to surrender your soul
I see you dancing away for me
To make me come home to you
I feel your joy and your hope and your prayer
I taste it all in the air
I sense your slipping control
As you dip further and further into ecstasy
I wish I could join you
I want to dance along, the dance of reunion
I am bound my lover, bound in chains
Please let me go, dont wait for me
It is all a farce, all that you worked for
it is a trap, set up for you
As the day I come to you, you will burn
I am too bright, too strong my love
I will make you combust to ashes
So I must stay away, away from you
For I derive my strength from you
I will come for you one day,
Just hold on to your hope, thats all I can say
I sense your pain and your sorrow and your disappointment
I feel it emanating from you
As your bow down in defeat and watch the light retreat …
I am sorry that I must leave
I feel your soul is trapped but I cannot liberate it
You must endure the heat of the dead desert
The silence and the loneliness