Saturday, September 10, 2016

The Poetic Cord!


My eyes smile to the keys of my board,
With thoughts racing down to the world.
Like the gurgling waves moving to the shore,
Dancing in symphony with a gentle roar!
My lonesome thoughts then wallow luxuriously,
I string them together like the diver's beads!

Since the 'Inception' of my poems and writing,
My rhymes have spoken on everything,
Apart from me and my way of living.
But some poets in disguise notice me,
Their magical skill brings a treat to me!
I fall short of all the wonderful words,
The poet in me freezes with a thrust!

I rest my skill on the beautiful letters,
Not knowing how to put them together!
I re- read the post of apron and ink,
My heart sparks like a shinning beam!

I gather my thoughts and narrate to them,
Its written for me, from a poet who is gem.
I know her since forever  but when,
is never stated when poets turn friends!

The words pull out another trail,
'Secret writer' joins on this beautiful way!
Then 'Hasti' carves a perfect  rhyme,
'Musaib' walks in with a wide smile!
And 'Mahima' comes along with all,

The poetic cord shares a new bond,when
Together they present a magical wand!

-SSW
P.S:This post is dedicated to some beautiful people i came across off lately and i hope they stay in my life forever.Poem means world to me and receiving it for self is happiness beyond words.Thank you for that lovely piece.

Sunday, September 04, 2016

The Mask says..

O' you! the wisest of all creatures,
I am a part of you and your nature.

Know that,
Each one lives with a Mask of his own,
No among-st you can claim  'not known'!

I am the seen to you but unseen to others,
Wagging out the shades of your colors!

You can see me in the mirror of your thoughts,
When you are smiling carrying a million words!

When the anger hits on the cord of your relations,
I am helpless to bring out the care that is hidden.

When your deep ocean sheds a stream of sadness,
I come forward,to cover the hatred and emptiness!

When you smile by the end of the toughest day,
I embrace your broken pieces to stand up again.

When your sugar coated words comfort another one,
I know whats the story running across your heart!

When you cheat and lie by resting on my shoulder,
I am at guilt to know that you are my owner.

When you play with the emotions of your companion,
I am ashamed to stand as your oblivious curtain!

At times you make me proud of your goodness,
Next moment i hang my head down in shame!

Like a moving water falling out of sieve,
Your emotions move across to reside in me.

When you talk of the Mask on the next door,
Ponder to self, Can you pull off your own?.

-SSW
 This post is written for IndiSpire Edition 133

Take this poetic challenge.Mask and masks, masks everywhere. What is it that the mask tries to hide? put it in prose poem, poetry, micro-poem, haiku or anything lyrical. #masks

P.S:Mask ,Each one holds to live by the competitive world.May be,To make a stand,to mend a heart,to comfort a soul,to grow more strong,to live by respect,or to find a way out.

There is no person who has not comforted himself underneath this concealed guard but what matters is motive.You may carry it for a good deed but using it to stab a soul is the lowest a human falls to.

All i can say is be careful to save yourself from the losers who can wound you any moment and embrace the winners who never let their other self know about the angel in them.

Friday, June 17, 2016

The Spiritual Bliss



The month of blessing walks through the door,
To draw the curtain and wipe the floor,
of the heart which chose to remain close,
And not let the wave of love reach the shore.
It speaks in the language of hope,
To tell you ,That after dawn arrives dusk,
to reward you for your patience and hard work!
So,spread the message,of Equality and Kindness,
Because His, Every creation, is His greatness,
Who vows to bow to his vastness!
While Sitting together and reciting the verse,
Appreciating the hunger and thirst!
Glorifying the magnificence of  the"Master of World".
The gates of prayers walk through the eyes,
To illuminate the darkness with your words divine.
It teaches  the goodness that enfolds,
In sharing His blessings,a bread or a loaf.
The flag of peace ,kindness and love,
with piety & empathy praises the lord ,
to cleanse the human heart and make it pure.
The month of 'Ramzaan' glorifies the goodness,
Concealed in each one's self!
So,Gaze through ,to embrace it,
and feel 'The Spiritual Bliss!

-SSW

Friday, April 29, 2016

Away...

    


  





      Away from the home who stay,
        Know how difficult is a day.

  We lay on bed and count the comfort,
  They rest on stones to check the front!

      Away from the home who stay,
        Know how long is a day.

We cry over the hustle and bustle around,
They smile with the riffles on the ground.

      Away from the home who stay,
         Indifferent is night and day.

     We plan the day to party at night,
 They plan each moment to combat any fight.

        Away from the home who stay,
          Know the dark side of day.

  Work,leisure,food and people we meet,
To them maps,weapons and conflicts greet.

      Away from the home who stay,
        Know the value of a day.

We sit across each other to share no word,
  They live in the memory of last one.

      Away from the home who stay,
       Know what it is to stay away.

  We glance through the news of battle field,
But for us,they freeze at siachen to die at peak.

 Away from the home they stay as warriors,
  for their mother and her ignorant children!

-SSW

P.S:Dedicated to heroes of all time.

Saturday, April 02, 2016

My Lady Lantern


All Praise to the Lady of Heaven and Earth,who lives in the heart of each lover of Ahlubayt (a.s).
 If all the chirping birds roaring midst the blue garden along with all the bounties of the nature come together with the mankind to sing the praise of Fatima Zahra (s.a), and lay their words to write her attributes,none would do justice ,for the Creator and his Ahlubayt .(a.s). The Birth Anniversary of the most pious and the virtuous lady ,the magnificent and the splendid daughter of the Noble Prophet Mohammad (s.w.w) ,Wife of the Light of Mankind, and Mother of the Saviors of Islam embarks a significance which is beyond word's ,to the Creator's World and gives a direction to its Creation.

All praise to Allah,His Mubarka (s.a) is a role model for every women who carries the love of Ahlubayt (a.s) and feels it with every heart beat.Indeed ,HER teachings lives within  us,it lives in you and in me as well.And so my Lady Lantern is living silently within me,she is also living in you,and every other lady who carries her example to lead herself and brighten her path with the radiance of Zahra (s.a).
In times of distress,i look within me to gather the strength and bear the pain ,for it is nothing to what the daughter of Prophet(s.w.w) embraced silently.When my tears shed out,to cry over the hurdles around.I look at the sister next door who smiles all the way and cries only for Fatima(s.a) and her Progeny.
At times when i am perplexed,when halal and haram comes with no boundaries,i call out for my inner instinct who has read and heard of only Ahlubayt (a.s) and it inspires me to choose the difficult path and walk through the thorns to find no scar.When my words don't traverse to speak for me and my mind says to let it go,my heart stands stern for my rights,as the incidence of fidak lives in me.Their is an inspiration in me to remain patient and learn from my mistakes for i know i am imperfect but in hands of a perfect guide.

The sister i spoke to today,narrated her life and her struggles to make the two ends meet and accord it with joy,i questioned her to how she manages,to alter her dream and live it to make her husband's and  her reply made me grin and smile all through her narration.She said, O,dear,We Live by the example of  Zahra (s.a), the honest wife of the loyal husband,when she brought up her children,not placing a single demand on Imam Ali(a.s) and stood behind the burning door to safeguard her children and husband bearing a pain which can never be described in words,How difficult it is for us to alter our life and live in unison.I admired this sister more than before,and found my inspiration in her thoughts through her words.

My dear sisters,Life is a test of our Imaan,and our inspiration pulls us out during difficult times ,to be an inspiration in someone else despair.
Your strength lies within you,may be you can feel it now,may be you are unaware,but the good in you is waiting for an opportunity to explore the optimism you carry ,oblivious to your knowledge.You are wise and kind,but you don't know,knock your self,wake up your faith.If,your heart carries the love of Ahlubayt (a.s)then surely it has the flame of their teachings growing in you.The darkest chamber of any life will be brightened by that flame.
It is present in you,and in me as well.
My Parents have channelized their inspiration to make it grow has helped me equally to find within myself and sprinkled with love,care and knowledge,the garden of my life. 
And so i conclude,My lady lantern is growing in my heart ,my inspiration lies in me and you,And your inspiration lies in you and  me.Hold it tenderly to let it come out and grace the world with its intricacy.
Seek and you shall find!

-SSW
P.S:This post is written for Shia Women Community ,upcoming event #LadyLantern on the occasion of Birth Anniversary of Daughter of Prophet Mohammad(s.w.w),Fatima Zahra (s.a)




Thursday, March 10, 2016

Not too long...

Three months and i was away from my blog,the place where i can be me.The place i love to wander,re-read every posts,appreciate them,and plan to carve a different set of words.Three months!How could i stay away?No,i could not.And i think i will  never be able to take a long holiday from the work i love to do.

In the race of chasing the zenith in life,many amateur and budding creative mind get locked as an attic in a chamber.I have heard people saying i was once an avid reader,now i am so packed with my schedule that i cant pull out a book, a budding artists looses on to the magical wand and his colors become a memory of shades.A player might crave for a practice session and a dancer moves without grace.Because we all are caught in the web of time and responsibilities.A few lucky ones are able to carry their passion to profession,a few blessed ones are able to set their priority as their passion in the hustle bustle around!Irrespective of the difference in our opinion ,i want to come to the point that no matter what our like is,it may fade with time .However,(I am not being biased) but a person for whom writing a poem or a piece of note is a passion,he may sneak in to the busy schedule to scribble a poem on a piece of paper or leave a note on blog.A writer cannot stay away from the words too long,the poet in him cannot put aside the heart stealing rhymes that drowns in his hearts.His words are his possession,its his creation and he puts it on the paper/screen ,no matter where he is.Because its his identity and a part of him.
And so i am here back on my routine,to put down my thoughts,to string them together and be me.
Not too long,i can stay away,
you are my life,my only way!

P.S:It is my personal opinion but difference of opinion is appreciated.

Thursday, December 17, 2015

The 'Old' Rag Picker....

He walked down the aisle of dusky lane,
When the moon was set to go back in den
And the sun was rising to welcome rain,
The wind was dancing to the joy of day.

The birds on tree sang the song of hope,
And lane was filled with the moving spur!
The world wakes up for another day,
To welcome the freshness around in bay,
But,
"He" smiles midst the stench of your house,
The odor of waste that you all call !
Like a munchkin walking with his spouse,
He walks in hand and smiles with the foul.

Who is he?Thy rises from amongst us,
And moves against the crowd of worldly lust!
His eyes are sunken with the years of search,
Walking through the tiff of wealthy dirt!

His hands are crispy of  kissing the mud,
While digging the ground and picking up rug!
His weary shoulder speaks of the years,
that he carried all that was yours in pierce!

Alas, but when you pass by your bay ,
You sniff your nose and turn away!
But he listens to the tale of your rag,
And carries it close without a gag!

He talks to the broken glasses silently,
And the crumpled paper thrown violently!
They all narrate the pain of being dumped away,
In the corner of the lane, left to grey!


He separates the raw from the cooked ones,
Because,The 'old 'rag picker knows the pun!
His experience tells him their agony and pain,
Of not getting the respect they otherwise gain!

He gets them together and piles up the spaced,
And gives a life to the worthy waste!
They give him food and he gives them way,
To move ahead and find another ray......

 He tells the world to live this way,
Carve the path and move with chaste,
Thy not dump thinking of waste,
Else pull up one,he will guide you to another way.....

P.S :The world and the wealth is a vicious cycle.Many a times we are thrown down for being of no use unless some one holds on to trust us to move ahead.And then you realize that it is actually "you" who helped him to find the way but he got you to the path to move ahead.Never look down on any one for every waste has a best hidden just an old rag picker needs to pull it out.

-SSW

I stopped Writing...

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