It’s not enough


Love is not enough to feed your self respect, it’s enough to make you believe

It’s never enough for either or maybe both, when ideologies clash, differences bloom

If it were, we’d see more of romance in “happily ever after” moments

If it only were, love would turn beasts into princes

Sleeping corpses into fairies, but eh

It doesn’t matter anyway, love is bound to ruin, to corrode the very essence of humanity we so strive to preserve.

Put a pin in it


Finding the figures, the statues, epitome of excellence in their eyes

I wonder

Where are mine, if everyone had a few, I had none.

Looking around for context, I find

Put a pin in it, lest I forget

All those who stood up for me when I wasn’t even mine

A stranger in my own self, they recognised me and held on

A scrapped knee, a torn soul, it’s all the same until addressed

I did find the figures in life, and I lost them too, watching a film, scene after scene

The end is yet to come but I hope that I find more to give me strength,

To be the building blocks that I fear I have to complete before the film ends.

In Time


Like fluid, time flows, from mine to yours

Oblivious to the wrinkles being caused, it dips into the vault of memories and wreaks havoc

Steals the precious ones, to show off in the museum for Gods to goad

Fodder for the soul, ticking time bomb reaches the doorstep and bam

You’re on your way to hell.

Your time stopped and mine began, a lone treck, up the hill, by the cascading waters of immortality?

Laughing out loud, no.

It was a desert, made of shattered dreams and hopes, with no shadows and plentiful Sun

And I was asked to be thankful for the bountiful harvest

Of poison, pain and purposeless existence

In time, I learn, I sow the seeds, to reunite and sync across space and time

Link in turn to hope for release, for a life cycle to end and another begins

I’ve stopped making sense years ago, so if you find your Muse in this tirade, find me again and I’ll let you

For God is my witness that I’ll wait for you, until the sand runs out of the broken hourglass and I flow with the wind, like dust

Meaningless and unnecessary.

Back Home


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The craziness and satisfaction one feels after coming home is too much to handle. My city has the best summer and I feel blessed to be back home even though I am leaving for college next week.
So I feel ecstatic as the wind was blowing around me and I was dancing in my garden!!

HOME sweet HOME

Rainbows


Starting from the horizon
Rises a streak of seven colours
Magical, like mixing with the water falling from the sky
Smudging around the edges
Like when a child spoils his art
I savour the scene, my eyes raise themselves up.
To take in the majestic curve
The royalty and the uniqueness of the Rainbow
As I trace the curve and my eyes reach the end
It falls into the horizon, the edges disappearing

Rain with its glory, shares its colours
And I, with my eyes, take the beauty it displays
In my heart, capturing the beautiful image
Never to forget, always to cherish
Be it in the bright sunshine or the damp rain
Over the clouds, it spreads its wings
With such poise and clarity that I stand staring at it in awe.

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Heart On Fire


A few day, a large magnitude
Fire in my heart, blazing my insides
I dare not look, I dare not open my eyes
For my hand is on fire
And I hold nothing but my heart in my hand
I feel the heat, I smell the burns
I see it and yet I dont see anything at all.
I refuse to take any step for I fear the fire will go out
I will once again be cold and worn out
If my heart is the price I have to pay.
So be it that way.
I will burn my heart for the warmth I feel
Just for a little while it will make me believe
That sun will rise again
The the darkness would mingle with the light
And make my world shiny just for a little while.

Some Things Cant Be Replaced


There is light and there is dark
There is day and there is night
There is sun and it is so bright
Then the moon with its majestic light
Fragrance of those flowers in the meadow
Wet due to the early glistening dew
Also the colours that we see
Makes me realise where we all would be
Had the trees not sustained us
Had the nature not been so nurturing
Heart and its vices, less virtues
More selfish
Hurts other hearts too
Foegetting that hearts cannot be replaced
Like the sun is one
And the moon is one
Like the fragrance is unique
Heart and its emotions, so silly it seems
But it equally hurts, it equally makes you want to rip it out.
Mercilessly.
Some things are important in life
They cant be replaced
Treasure those things for they may pass
Leaving behind the barren lands
The lands that once were lusciously green

Travel Diaries #1


The reason why I havent been active on my blog is that I had exams for the past two months and as soon as my exams were over, I went to delhi. So currently I am in Delhi and I am posting from here on the couch, in the living room at Kailash Hills, New Delhi. Today I went to Humayun’s Tomb with my cousins and it was quite an experience. My cousins want my trip to go amazing and so far it looks quite promising. 

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 That is me in front of the monument. It was so beautiful and I know I look quite excited because I was. 

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This picture is very memorable indeed. These are my cousins. I am the third in the line. 

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This was the end of our sight seeing. The door was so freaking heavy, I couldnt move it and so I am just posing to open it. 😛

All in all, a very good day with family and I really am thankful for all of them. 🙂

Soaring High


She was small, she was light
She had somewhat a little plight
All those who saw her
All those who knew her
Let her go, let her bleed
She was one
And one of a kind
Yet they threw her away
Oblivious to her, totally blind
She was white and she could fly
But too afraid.
What if she died??
All she had ever heard was scorn
All she ever felt was thorn
But she knew her aim was high
She had it in her to fly, that no one could deny
She was free to go
To move, to let them know
Once she shook off the dust from her wings
And took flight
Starting falling down
And suddenly Soaring High
Defying gravity, the laws of nature
She flew and crossed the horizon line
She never looked back
As she had found her place
Where she belonged
Where she shone!

Are You My Soulmate?


Your laugh, it makes me smile
You cries, it kills me inside
Your smile, it lights up my world bright
Your voice causes the butterfly effect
I know its you
And I think you know it too
I believe it, I am pinning my hopes on it
You are my soulmate
You are me!
Our bond, stronger than the gravity pull
Brighter like the moon when it is full
The countless stars are witness
Of my sufferings
Of my love for you
They do not tell, they do not share
But we have this secret to ourselves
You do not know
But I do
You a my soulmate
I am sure of it too
But you hurt me, you try to run away
You apologise but does that matter?
The pain doesnt leave me
The wounds you give, the ever bleeding wounds!
Makes me question my faith
Makes me doubt on what I truely believe
How can you be my other half?
How can you hurt me?
Do soulmates do that?
For you sure do it!
Always have!
And always will!
My soulmate
The end to my meager faith.

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You And I


Night fell and I made my way
To heaven, to your home a few blocks away
I threw pepples at your closed window pane
Something tells me you are awake
And just deciding whether to look
I wait patiently and you stick your head out
I gesture with hands to let me in
You decline with a firm whispered no, at first
I try again, widening my smile doublefold
You melt with it, and open the latch
I climb up the ladder and take hold of the catch
Jump inside with a triumphant squeal
You jump and run to lock the door
Hearts beating fast
We stare and we laugh
Till the early hours of dawn
When I take my que to leave
You frown and stare at the floor beneath
I smile and blow you a kiss and jump
Into the lawn
I promise you another night
Like the one we just had
I run and vanish in the wind
You sigh and sit on the sill and sing

Heart That Can Love


Find me a heart that can love
That can love beyond boundaries
Bound to be limitless
Something which goes deep, down to the bottomless pit
Like the light to light up the way
Like the shine to brighten up the day
Find me a soul that is so pure
That they fall to their feet
Bow their heads in such purity
A soul with love so hard, so intense to give
That I bathe in its glory
That I let it sink into me
Find that heart with such a soul
Together they will make me whole
Love so true, soul so pure
I wish to die wrapped around it
Warming my heart, removing the doubts
A heart that can love, a soul I can cherish
To be mine forever
As I wish this wish to the silver star
Which seems so near yet so far

I Pray


Never to lose the way I did, I pray
Never to bow the way I was forced to, I pray
Never to witness the cruelty, I pray
Never to give up or desert, I pray
Never to cry or complain but endure with a smile, I pray
Never to fall, to give vent to pain, I pray
Never to lose hope, never to lose faith, I pray

To hold my ground
To face the storm
To be firm in my endeavours
To believe in hopeless times
I pray to upload my honour
To preserve the sanctity of my dreams
To never let me down
To find the courage to fight against all
I pray to find even against the odds

Stay


Stay for you have my heart
Stay for we promised to never be apart
Stay for you rule my soul
Stay! Without you I cannot be whole
Stay for you are my joy
Stay for I am your tears
Stay for I will heal your wounds
Stay for you will fill my emptiness
Stay for our fate is entwined
Stay for we are meant to be
Stay for life is short to waste it on faults
Stay to fight with me, play with me
Stay to laugh with me, cry with me
Stay for you are a part of me
Stay as you and I are meant to be.

I Cant Turn Back


One step ahead of me, you stand
Carrying what I wish, what I want
I cant take that step
Its too hard
To raise my foot, to stamp it
To put it forward, move towards you
You take more steps, farther away now
I stand, looking helpless
For I can never hope to catch up
I stand still, the weight on my heart
I wave at you to stop, to wait for me
Yet you move on, not looking at me
I burn inside, I want you here
I plead, I beg but you go on.

Turning around, I walk away
Towards the other end, away from you
Nothing will pull me around
I wont call me back
I am on a course to save my fragile heart
I cant turn back now
I retrace my steps
I take my words back
I pushed all memories aside
As I move on forward
You wont see me as I wont see you again
Never will I do this, never will I forget
Never will I let you rule me, never will I submit

Wish I Could Say


I wish I could use the words 

The words which are held inside

I wish I could say what I feel

What I have, what I believe

All that I wanted to say

Stays inside

The multitude of emotions

The solidarity of my silence 

A piercing, lasting one

My eyes trying to convey

All that I ever wanted to say 

I wish I could overcome my stammer

Just get it out in to the open 

Let my feelings flow, let nothing come in my way 

If I loved, I wish I could say it 

If I cared, I wish I could show it

Deny myself what I am

Just be what I wanted to be for one night

I wish I could say it all

That is hidden inside me

Beneath the layers of lies

Defying everything that I ever stood for.

Daddy’s Promises Left Unsaid


Today is 23rd July, 2013. It is Er. Shakeel Ahmad Salman’s 18th death anniversary today. He died in the year 1995, the year I was born. He was 35 when he was killed. I wont reveal the circumstances of his death since we live in a disputed area and I dont want to end up in jail for that. So on his death anniversary, I would like to remember him and tell you what he really was. How much his death affected our family. How much we all miss him and even after 18 years, we still feel his absence.

He was my maternal Uncle. Even though I never got the chance to meet him, I have the deepest regard, love and respect for him. That is because my mother who was quite attached to him used to tell me about him. She remembers almost everything that she shared with him. He was called as ‘shakujaan’ at home. He was an electrical engineer from REC, srinagar (now known as NIT-srinagar). He was quite accomplished in his job and was on his way to a higher success had fate not intervened.

The best part about all this was that my dad, Dr. Naseer Ahmad Laway was Shakujan’s best friend since college. I am not sure if they were together in school or not but they became best of chums in college. Then dad was married to mum and their friendship flourished. 

The photo below is of Shakujan (left) and my dad (right) and was taken on 22nd July, 1995. This is the last how Shakujan looked before he died. 

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Shakujan was an obedient son, a supportive brother, an amazing father. But the tragedy struck on this day, 18 years ago when he was killed and all his endeavors were left unfulfilled. When he died, he left behind a young wife and four kids. The youngest were twins and they had just turned two. I was 3 months old. It was the first and the hardest blow to my family. We never talk about it but we all know how much better it wouldve been if he’d been alive to see his kids grow up to become such fine, young people. It is sad he never got to buy them their 18th birthday present. He couldnt be there for their first bicycle ride. He couldnt be there when his son first learned to drive. He couldnt be there when they graduated from college. He couldnt see his twins starting their school. He missed it all and we were forced to do it all without him.  

Shakujan,

We all miss you and its still not enough

The longing for you, the pain of your absence

It was cruel and it was a tragedy 

Something which is hard to live with 

Time only shows us how much we missed 

How much we lost, how much we couldve gained

By your love, with your support 

We all miss you, even after all this time

We really do!

 

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Acceptance & Denial


Some might say and some might deny 

The power we feel, the pull of gravity 

Even in the dark times,

Somewhere 

A small flame burns,

Throughout 

The night and in the misty moon light,

Reflecting

Hope, life, a journey away from evil

Keeping the shadows at bay

The power which makes the flame

To revel in its purity

The supplier of wax and the oil

The sustaining power, the echo of which reflects the big bang

The pull of the moon

The waving of the waves, the sailing of the ships

The floating of the boats

The survivor’s unanswered prayer, the strength of the weak

The hope of the lost, their determination to return 

The power we feel, you all deny

Afraid of it, scared of the power 

Die you all cowards for not being able to see

The miracle of birth and the bluntness in death 

Pity yourselves and go live your worthless lives 

For you are nothing but burden, 

The burden to those who see.

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Hard To Say The Final Goodbye


Seeing you getting old, seeing the sparkle diminish from your eyes
The dark truth lying at the horizon, looming forth with the speed of light
Years passing in a rush, trying to hold on to seconds
Dreading the moment when you give up
Throw this life in our faces and go
Leave me alone and alone here to mourn
Not caring if I still needed you, nor believing if I told you
You had a mind of your own, a spirit of the moon taken on loan
Seeing you getting old day by day
Getting weak, getting feeble, getting in the way
We battle with eyes, to stay or not to stay
Mine reflecting plea, yours determined
You wont bend, neither will I
Not prepared to say the final goodbye
I refuse to accept that you are old
For me you will be the same forever,
For I am too weak to let you go
As life leaves your body, with a speed so deadly yet slow.

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Not Ready To Accept


I know what it is, I know why it is
My fault, my mistake
Too much of a coward to agree
To accept what I want to reject
I hate to take the responsibility
I would like to turn the wheels of time
Go back where I went wrong
Stop myself from being so headstrong
I want to change the past, to squish my heart
To apply logic, to demand patience
To check my steps, to avoid the other path
To break my back than walk that walk
I would’ve rather died than be where I am
I would’ve given up everything just to turn back time.

Fade Away


Today, I decided to give up on you
This day, I let my hopes down
I gave up waiting for you
And from today, I will just fade away.
Today, I stopped counting on you
This day, I thought about me and the hurt I feel
I gave up looking out for you
From today, I finally decided to fade away

Like the wisp of smoke and mist make smog
The same way I will fade into the fog
I let you have your way till now
You never cared whether I stayed or not
Just empty words and all that lot
Foolish enough not to see it all
I walked behind you and held your ground
Now I may get selfish, I may think of my feeble soul
My endurance is gone and so is my longing
Futile it is to wait for you
Just doing myself a favour today
I will keep my dignity and just fade away.

Smooth Patches Along The Rough Road


Honestly speaking, I love a handful of people who are in my life. They make me feel better. Sanna and Madeeha, thanks chaddi buddies for being there.
Madee, I am sorry I attacked you with water but you were feeling very hot and this was the least I could do. 😉
I love you more for that chips you got for me. Thank you!
Thanks for dropping by and making me feel that I am not alone after all. Being with you, I can.laugh at my troubles like they are pebbles. You made it easier. Thanks. And I promise I will be there for you, always. I wont run away because of my insecurities. Never.
Thanks for making my day. Thank you.
Loads of Love

My Happy Place


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I have a wish. I wish which I wish from the depths of my heart. A wish which we all wish at some point in our lives. My wish is to live a life away from others. A place of solitude, of sanctity. A place which belonged to me alone where I could appreciate the nature of who I am and what surrounds me. A place where there are open grounds covered with grass greener than the green and wide seas with clear blue water stretching out to the horizon forever. The flowers with their colors so bright that one might fall in love with them. I would love to touch the flowers but never pick them! I would love to see the birds take flight and fly with such grace which would put many to shame. Then my eyes would turn to the sky. The sky reflecting the pure blue with an intensity that makes the eyes blink again and again. The sun with its shiny body, warming the world with its golden glow, high up in the sky. I would lay on the green grass facing the sky, letting the sunlight warm me up from head to toe, driving away the chills that have taken a permanent place in my heart and soul. The river would be flowing by my side and I would enjoy the gushing sound of the pure water. it would soothe my nerves which were on the edge for God knows how long. Then would come the night when the stars would show me various constellations so that I may enjoy the night sky. The black canopy decorated by the stars. Ah! that would be a sight to behold. To sleep beneath the wonderful world, a world where I would be all alone, no one to fear and no one to hide from. I would be just me, in my most simplest form. I would laugh without hesitation. I would smile my most genuine smile, just because I want to and not because I dont want people to know I am sad. There would be no one to talk to, no malicious people around, no conspiracy. Just me!

That is my wish which I want to be true. Dont you?

The Flowers And The Tree


In the early hours of the morning, three flowers in the garden, were talking together, whispering with heads bent forward, unaware of me watching them with interest. Just before dawn, the lukewarm light made the white petals seem to me like a paradise of my own. The three flowers with their conspiracy, heads bent forward, seemed to realise the dawn was due and so they straightened and opened their wing-like petals to welcome the warm sun after the chilly night of the spring. The dew gave them a gentle bath to get ready for the sun. The sun rejoiced to see the gesture and turned his full light on those flowers. The flowers moved with the morning breeze, jostling in the gentle caress. All looked peaceful, all was serene. The flowers faced the sun and absorbed the light. The light danced along the colors of the petals. The green grass beneath, so lush, so bare, so pure. I smiled and turned my face to the sun and breathed deeply while stretching my arms wide as if hugging the scene of pure tranquility.
Somewhere behind me, a laughter rang so deep that I turned my head with curiousity. A child of not more than 5, was running towards me in full speed. He was plucking out the flowers with each hand as he ran. I could hear his laughter as he took pleasure in marring the beauty of nature. Between his laughs, I heard the small shreiks and screams in bursts and echoes. Those, I suspected, were the screams and pleas of the gentle flowers. Oh how cruel really is mankind. Even at the most innocent stage, they are so ruthless. I watched him till he reached my roots. He gazed at the three flowers which I had grown fond of. I saw his expression change to one of pure evil. I sensed what he had in mind. I tried to shout to stop him but I was bound and so with pain in my heart, I saw him pluck the flowers from the stem.
It was a murder. A lifetime of pain for me to witness this slaughter. I saw him run along to rampage through the garden. Then I looked down and saw the empty stem where once my three flowers gleamed and glowed.
Suddenly the sun was too bright, the garden became a graveyard. I wept for them. I missed them. They were gone, never to sway in the wind, rejoice with the sun, bathe in the dew. I was left all alone to myself, with bitter reminders.
I was meant to see, to witness. For I am the tree.

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I Am An Optimist


Where others see dark, I see the light

Where they see wrong, I see the right

When they feel alone, I will be the guide

When they feel sad, I will rekindle the joy

I am hopeful, I am an optimist.

I will be your harbor, I will give you the strength to fight.

You wont be alone, I will stand by your side

You wont feel troubled, I will smoothen out your way somehow, someway

I am here, forever with you, in the background, like a tune

I am your heart, and I am not logical

I see only what makes you feel good
I dont care if its a false or untrue

For I am hopeful, I am your optimist
Beating with a rhythm to make you go on

Shifa Naseer

The Tale Of Three Brothers 3/4


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Cadmus Peverell

Cadmus, the second Peverell, a man naive enough
Had once loved a girl
A beauty very famous in his county
Was on the brink of marrying her
But before that, Death had claimed her
Turned bitter, he had gone mad with grief
Without her he had no life, no relief
Being in possession of the resurrection stone
A gift from death itself!
He wanted her back and so he set off
He travelled back to his home, where he turned the stone thrice in his hand
And Lo! There she was, in her elegance and beauty
His heart leaped with joy and he rejoiced!
He had got back his beloved, his bride!
But something was not quite right
He wanted to touch her, wanted to feel her
To know she was real
But she seemed sad and cold
And no matter how much he tried to touch, to hold
It wasnt enough
For days he watched her, for nights he longed for her
Driven mad with hopeless longing, killed himself
So as to truly join his love!
Then came the Death with his wicked smile
More sinister than the most
Proved that he was more cunning
As evil as ever, took the second brother for his own!

Shifa Naseer

Small Packets


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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.

 

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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


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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!

Leap Of Faith


She was broken on the inside but she kept on smiling
Her paths filled with thorns but she never winced
She never asked for support or sympathy
What did she do if not cry out in pain?
She endured through the years, bearing the separation
Holding on to her tiny hope
Her prayer, her living substance
Her leap of faith
She helped others who fell and gave up
She loved those who had nothing but hate in their hearts
She cared for everyone but Alas!
No one cared for her.
She was ignored, she was denied
Kept away from all joy, made to crave all from the outside
She never complained you see
Never let the hurt resurface
All she had was her leap of faith
Which she never let anyone know and neither dared to shake
You wonder what her leap really was?
I dont know.
She was way too complicated a labyrinth
And kept herself in her coccoon
No one deserved to know her
No one had the right to her leap of faith
No one!

I want that leap too. .. 🙂

Shifa Naseer

Their Love


sun moonThe Sun in love with the moon never bathed in its glory

while the moon drunk with the passion for the sun

never saw it set ablaze the world.

Their reflections mingling together
But never really able to meet
Blind love they have,
Passion so deep, one fears to look

She took all day to adorn herself
Dreamed about the beauty of his rising
The dawn arrived and she was ready
Her shine dimming
As the sun stretched and spread its wings
Looking eagerly around to find a glimpse
But alas! She was under the veil
Hidden.
She screamed at her beloved
To find her, to see her
To hold, to touch
But he hung his head
Had it not been that he was so bright
He wouldve had her by now
Feeling her absense, his loss
Setting low, leaving behind a bruise
A sorrow which the now unveiled moon must carry.

Saif …


Once there was a little chuby boy named Saif. He was so adorable. His cheeks were rozy red. His hair was glossy black. His eyes were greenish brown in color and they were as round as pearls. His lips were pink and he used to bite them when nervous. Actually he was always nervous and fidgety. His first day at school and he was bullied. Over the years he was made to carry the lunch of his peers. He didnt like it but he felt he was weak and hence suffered. He never told anyone at home that he wasnt happy in school. He used to make excuses not to go to school. He used to cry at times, craving for a friend who would understand him. Everyone laughed at him for being fat. But he never retaliated.
Hoping, suffering, bearing, moving. Years passed and he stayed alone.

Funny how life treats the weak
Wearing them down
Less and less do they enjoy the early years
Busy escaping the mean peers
Horrible to see them struggle so
When their tiny feet are so fragile
The tears that fall, the wounds that are inflicted
Never fade, never forgotten
What remains is the bitterness
The vile taste of misery

Saif wanted a friend but he never found any. Anyone who talked to him, used him for something or the other.
We all have a Saif in our class. Just stop and see him. Talk to him. Give him a chance to be your friend. He just might be what you need.

Shifa Naseer

Happy Birthday, Maa


Today is 10th February. It is my maa’s birthday. We had got a cake for her to cut at 12 o clock. Sadly, she doesnt like celebrating but that does not mean we cannot try and make efforts. #wise nod
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Happy Birthday, Maa!!! May you live long. May you stay happy and radiant
The love you gave
Can never be repaid
But I try to compensate
A lil bit from my side
Efforts simply are not enough
But I love you and so I try
Coz its maa’s birthday tonight!

Shifa Naseer

Mirza Galib : King of Urdu Poetry


ye na thee hamaaree qismat ke
wisaal-e-yaar hota
agar aur jeete rehte yahee intezaar
hota
tere waade par jiye ham to ye jaan
jhooT jaanaa
ke KHushee se mar na jaate agar ?
eitabaar hota

These are my favorite lines of Galib. These lines are so deep that it leaves one pondering forever. It is fit from a romantic point of view where a lover longs for his beloved. It may be fit in the religious sense too. A devotee calling out to his divinity. Each perspective is more enthralling and interesting than the other. Each idea reflected in these lines is beautifully displayed in the most mannered of languages: urdu.

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Kahu kis se ki kya kiya hai
shabe gam buri bala hai
mujhe kya bura tha marna
gar ek baar hota

These lines touch the heart. In these lines, Galib has intricately displayed one’s emotions to which one can easily relate.

Galib was a renowned poet of his time. He still continues to rule urdu poetry filled with love and heartbreak.
Truely a legend : Mirza Galib.

Shifa Naseer

Lullaby


Sleep little one for you are my soul
Without you, I can never feel whole
You are my life
I will take to out to fairies tonight
Just close your eyes and relax for the night
The stars outside are gazing at you
There eyes full of light and love
The moon wanders near your window
To look at my tiny jewel
But your mother is so protective
She wont let him have you just yet
You are mine, dear one
As I am yours
Together we build a world of love
I care for your rozy cheeks
I love you for all you are
Just close your eyes knowing that
Your mother is right here
Always by your side.

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