tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80726238267725442522024-03-06T09:47:45.005+05:30INCEPTION..! Away from the chaos of the land, I reside in the chasm of my poems!
Over the years I have created my own world of imagination where my thoughts wallow luxuriously and with each day they grow more mature and I collect them all and string them together from my world of imagination onto the paper!
And every time I sit to write I feel it's just the Beginning: An Inception to a better writing.
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger192125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072623826772544252.post-57532402175377503022021-10-26T14:24:00.002+05:302021-10-26T14:24:12.151+05:30I stopped Writing...<div style="text-align: left;">Why i stopped writing </div><div style="text-align: left;">and then withered down</div><div style="text-align: left;">with no words to carve </div><div style="text-align: left;">on the narrations of </div><div style="text-align: left;">so many perspectives</div><div style="text-align: left;">At times it is therapeutic</div><div style="text-align: left;">and some moments</div><div style="text-align: left;">it has no meaning</div><div style="text-align: left;">I find my words</div><div style="text-align: left;">hitting the rocks and</div><div style="text-align: left;">loosing its worth</div><div style="text-align: left;">How strong is the pen</div><div style="text-align: left;">history narrates</div><div style="text-align: left;">and the future writes</div><div style="text-align: left;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">know some moments <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">writer goes through </div><div style="text-align: left;">depressive blocks of writing</div><div style="text-align: left;">it's a phase of words </div><div style="text-align: left;">being stagnant and lonely </div><div style="text-align: left;">finding no meaning</div><div style="text-align: left;">to its words and writings</div><div style="text-align: left;">no purpose no muse</div><div style="text-align: left;">no genuine eyes to glance</div><div style="text-align: left;">through its narrations </div><div style="text-align: left;">and many observed findings</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">yet </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">the writer crawls back </div><div style="text-align: left;">to its writings</div><div style="text-align: left;">for its soul is stringed</div><div style="text-align: left;">to its words and meanings</div><div style="text-align: left;">a writer senses </div><div style="text-align: left;">its readers interests<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">as naturally </div><div style="text-align: left;">as a mother to the</div><div style="text-align: left;">cry of its baby </div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">It's not very common</div><div style="text-align: left;">to understand this happening</div><div style="text-align: left;">what a writer goes through</div><div style="text-align: left;">in the journey of writing</div><div style="text-align: left;">what comes naturally</div><div style="text-align: left;">has so many perspectives</div><div style="text-align: left;">so many influences ,</div><div style="text-align: left;">thoughts</div><div style="text-align: left;">and unsaid experiences!</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div></div><div style="text-align: left;">To conclude,</div><div style="text-align: left;">a writer is a </div><div style="text-align: left;">lonesome wanderer</div><div style="text-align: left;">who finds </div><div style="text-align: left;">its way back eventually !</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">-SSW<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072623826772544252.post-79768835330522017202021-10-26T14:08:00.004+05:302023-11-29T14:06:00.483+05:30Blank Canvas<p>Lies in introspection, a canvas blank</p><p>seen to the word, why is it blank!</p><p>I see their colors and artisan's work</p><p>yet you peep in, where is the work!</p><p>The canvas stares back at me</p><p>I gaze through its strokes, talk to me!</p><p>I hear no words, flows a light river</p><p>I look at it close, and I see no river!</p><p>It is blank, it's empty, it shows no work</p><p>Far at sight, it reflects life's work!</p><p>Scornful, I talk aloud to the canvas seen<br /></p><p>How do you look blank in your making? <br /></p><p>Says Canvas...</p><p>"I am empty behind the colors seen,</p><p>Like you beings, hiding as unseen !"</p><p>Your visible is filled with artisan's craft</p><p>But there is an emptiness behind the raft! <br /></p><p>-SSW<br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072623826772544252.post-83999104488878754532021-09-01T13:10:00.005+05:302021-09-01T13:10:55.416+05:30My Mother's Words<p>Tender days beautiful calls</p><p>Mother's love </p><p>Comforts above all</p><p>Her gentle touch</p><p>And motivation to be </p><p>Soars high above the rim</p><p>She says it with a radiance </p><p>that shines a spark </p><p>In my darkness</p><p>Her eyes speak of her words</p><p>Her touch while running </p><p>through the tears </p><p>Her trust on crossing over </p><p>all the lingering fears</p><p>makes it so simple </p><p>Like a magical spin </p><p>With her presence around </p><p>She makes it all so simple</p><p>in my complex world</p><p>Her words of faith</p><p>makes me live again</p><p>Her narrations of </p><p>acknowledgement of who I am</p><p>Consoling the broken mind</p><p>Into a mighty strength</p><p>I want to hear her more today</p><p>each night and all the days </p><p>Her words of love </p><p>I crave for it each day </p><p>I want to elope in her arms </p><p>While resting being from her away</p><p>I want to listen to her again .</p><p>Like many nights and days</p><p>She has held me strong </p><p>when I couldn't walk by self</p><p>making me capable to even fly.</p><p>Her trust ,her belief , </p><p>her radiance and her comfort </p><p>I miss everything about her!</p><p>-SSW</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072623826772544252.post-49079580165987021572021-07-31T15:09:00.004+05:302021-07-31T15:13:29.284+05:30In my verse<p>What will you find in my verse </p><p>My Silence that fills in words</p><p>I say a lot , in words often more</p><p>But in my verse you will find</p><p>a meaning to my true being</p><p>It's a closed lid packed to seal</p><p>What it feels it never reveals</p><p>It's a cold space fuming with</p><p>the warmth of many thoughts</p><p>tender and fragile like a </p><p>an assembled broken glass</p><p>yet as hard as a bottom rock</p><p>It's a mystery to decipher</p><p>its identity lost long ago</p><p>it need not be attempted </p><p>to be understood or felt</p><p>As</p><p> in its cocoon it vents!</p><p>-SSW</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072623826772544252.post-52167096890425070832021-07-31T00:53:00.004+05:302021-07-31T00:55:21.223+05:30Loose Connects<p>Painful scream this soul narrates </p><p>to silence when it begins to fade</p><p>Its a loud call to feel incomplete</p><p>close yet gaze the distant being </p><p>Each day, off before and ahead</p><p>leaves an ark of a confused read</p><p>Every minute and a new moment</p><p>it looks for answers into the silence </p><p>and walks back in disappointment</p><p>more lost than before in presence</p><p>the loose connects tries more hard</p><p>to chord the wire of it more strong</p><p>Every effort responds to a move</p><p>Contemplating ,disconnecting more!</p><p>The wired circuit yet attempts more</p><p>Burning thy self to feel the connect</p><p>that's yet to be formed, may be or no....</p><p><br /></p><p>-SSW</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072623826772544252.post-39946591092932546152021-07-05T21:33:00.003+05:302021-07-09T10:39:38.368+05:30Beginning....<p>The Lucid flow of my life, circles in my quiet mind</p><p>And I wonder how merciful is my Lord to mankind</p><p>Beyond my sight and farthest of my imagination</p><p>Trails HIS ever pure kindness on HIS every creation</p><p>I close my eyes yet HIS generous ,majestic, just, shine</p><p>radiates through every beat of my lonely darkest time</p><p>HE has testified my Life and made me strong to fight</p><p>Held me when broken ,mended my tears to stand right</p><p>I can't say enough of Thankyou to my Protector, O Lord</p><p>For HE is the most loving and kind towards me of all</p><p>HE has always made my every step of new beginning</p><p>more beautiful ,blessed ,beyond my highest thinking</p><p>I wonder do I deserve all HIS Love and poured mercy</p><p>I am a petty soul lost in the shine of worldly mysteries</p><p>Now that I embark my life on another new beginning</p><p>My instinct speaks of my Lord's countless bounties</p><p>I rest my restless mind in peace on HIS every mercy</p><p>Knowing that what I am blessed will be HIS beauty</p><p>HE has chosen for me today and has been always</p><p>I don't know what I deserve from HIS sovereign</p><p>But seeking refuge in HIS path has brought me ease</p><p>Alhamdullilah when my eyes weep ,I let my soul feel</p><p>HIS presence in my life ,every moment of my breathe</p><p>With this thought I rest my day trusting HIM ahead</p><p>To Share my life with HIS beautiful creation ahead!</p><p><br /></p><p>-SSW</p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072623826772544252.post-28261243495724880792021-06-30T15:32:00.006+05:302021-06-30T16:06:11.259+05:30When Wanders Mind<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"><div><div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><span>Wanders mind, amidst the roar<br /></span></i><i><span>Silence shines uphill of time<br /></span></i><i><span>In the arms of tears; deepens dive<br /></span></i><i><span>Bewildered it feels the tears<br /></span></i><i><span>In the guest house of darkness<br /></span></i><i><span>Arches its unsaid mind<br /></span></i><i><span>A gentle knock carves a pour<br /></span></i><i><span>A stranger visits the chamber closed<br /></span></i><i><span>Something moves within profound<br /></span></i><i><span>Freezing the felt sadness of the roar<br /></span></i><i><span>The dried whispers of the life<br /></span></i><i><span>Withers like the autumn leaves<br /></span></i><i><span>Who know it is time to leave<br /></span></i><i><span>The knack of the knock<br /></span></i><i><span>Moves the tears to life<br /></span></i><i><span>Springs up the shine<br /></span></i><i><span>When the unexpected visitor<br /></span></i><i><span>Hugs the silence of the closest door<br /></span></i><i><span>The dark light becomes a streak of shine<br /></span></i><i><span>When enters the stranger<br /></span></i><i><span>with a smile so deep<br /></span></i><i><span>Shimmers the lit; visitor is now seen<br /></span></i><i><span>Amazed, what seemed strange..<br /></span></i><i><span>Is a visitor no different to the being!<br /></span></i><i><span>It has lived within<br /></span></i><i><span>Walking a thousand miles<br /></span></i><i><span>Holding hands<br /></span></i><i><span>Like a lover looking in the eyes<br /></span></i><i><span>It cares and comforts,<br /></span></i><i><span>Opens the dark chamber now<br /></span></i><i><span>Brightens its closed roads; now ahead<br /></span></i><i><span>Shines with the rainbow,<br /></span></i><i><span>Smiles the tears<br /></span></i><i><span>It turns back saying, now you can move<br /></span></i><i><span>When wanders mind ,</span></i></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><span>call out my name<br /></span></i><i><span>It takes a step</span></i></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><span>to vanish its strength<br /></span></i><i><span>Thy calls the visitor, </span></i></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><span>name yourself ?<br /></span></i><i><span>‘Hope’ , </span></i></span><i style="font-family: arial;"><span>living dead in your house!</span></i></div></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span style="font-family: arial;">-SSW</span></i></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072623826772544252.post-28906223322311268892021-06-24T01:02:00.001+05:302021-06-24T01:02:10.308+05:30Freshness of My Mother's Love<p>The Freshness of</p><p>My mother's love,</p><p>Walks a mile</p><p>in the scorching hours,</p><p>She holds me near </p><p>with her gentle touch,</p><p>Blowing her care </p><p>in my difficult thrusts.</p><p>She makes it so simple</p><p>Leaving me in awe</p><p>Only mothers</p><p>are blessed with this</p><p>Magical Power.</p><p>Her tears when well up</p><p>In my little distress </p><p>I see the depth of her love </p><p>Yet I am at surface !</p><p>Her freshness at any time </p><p>of the day</p><p>Comforts my sadness</p><p>and smiles over my silence!</p><p>I feel so lost </p><p>When I look at her wrinkles</p><p>For it has heard the </p><p>conversations of struggle.</p><p>My Mother is a lady </p><p>of many strengths</p><p>That she has got back her life</p><p>Fighting illnesses !</p><p>I open my eyes to her face</p><p>And close it to her presence.</p><p>Her umpteenth concerns </p><p>Rantings and hugs </p><p>I can't think of a day without her !</p><p>As I embark on a journey </p><p>To not see her everyday </p><p>I gather my strength </p><p>With her love </p><p>To start afresh </p><p>Like she started one day !</p><p>-SSW</p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072623826772544252.post-60122998318671051072021-06-10T11:06:00.001+05:302021-06-10T11:07:11.913+05:30Rains<p>Sitting by the side of my window pane </p><p>Staring in space , the beautiful rains </p><p>Pouring down it nourishes the earth</p><p>Quenching the lands dry laden thirst </p><p>Reflecting the bounties of the Lord</p><p>It speaks of the magical twirls of God!</p><p>The shattering buzz in the white buds</p><p>Catches my soul while I listen to the call</p><p>I smile silently feeling the beauty within</p><p>That my eyes is witnessing to the green</p><p>I find myself amazed over the heavy drops</p><p>Holding their hands while traversing a fall</p><p>The winds outside knocks on my heart</p><p>Like a lover blushing in the web of love</p><p>I laugh and smile feeling those showers !</p><p>Drenches my soul watching the rains</p><p>While I fall for it over and again!</p><p><br /></p><p>-SSW</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072623826772544252.post-75493623143909626542021-06-06T17:41:00.004+05:302021-06-06T21:12:12.422+05:30My Restless eyes<p>O' Master </p><p>My Restless eyes </p><p>while looking for You</p><p>When gazes within..</p><p>It walks in tears</p><p>to the reason of </p><p>Your Occultation!</p><p>-SSW</p><p>Al Ajal Ya Imam Mahdi atfs</p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072623826772544252.post-19062391885669789542021-05-29T21:36:00.002+05:302021-05-29T21:36:41.946+05:30Life ..Lie...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Life …if I remove an f from ,The f in which we keep hunting for future and keep following without using our intellect. All that remains is a lie.<br />
The lie of the protocol given by society to live. Let me elaborate on this. Look at the meaning and illustration of happiness .I remember drawing a wide curve smiley as a child and referring it a happy face. Until a few years later I realized a wide curve face is just a face.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">As a grown up , I observed happiness in different forms for different people .A common thread of happiness is by duplication.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I remember once being told , you don't enjoy life Saima ! </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I was surprised and enquired more...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Her reply did not surprise me ! Well you need to come out of cocoon , go out and party , sing and dance your heart out.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Well how quick was it to assume this will make me happy.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">That's another lie of Life, we follow by assuming if it helps every one , it will to us as well .</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Well , I enjoy life in my own way .The definition of my happiness seeks much deeper connects that since years I have been struggling to find meaning in .Though I am glad to be less drowned in to this lie of life.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Yes I find joy in everything materialistic or non materialistic , I feel the blessing of my Almighty for all the luxuries of life and I cherish them ,but heartfelt happiness resonates only at a few spaces that society thinks to be too altruistic or may be conservative.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">The definition of success ,failure, love ,relations ,good ,bad and so on differs for everyone , but yet a herd picture is visible on the outside. It's intricately formed by the channels of the way larger population in the society follows to live. This brighter picture often makes us miss our own selves , we keep planting future until the present has passed by unnoticed.<br /><br />
A pile of such questions rises in my mind like a roaring wave reaching the shore and moving back to its origin .Just like the water that doesn't stop to its mark ,my questions to life keep hunting the meaning of existence. <br />
What goes wrong that humans turn in to beasts? Loosing empathy ,love and mercy. How are people so insensitive and irresponsible of their words that they incite a sharp wound and poison it with more spices. Every time I come across the barbaric crimes of people I wonder how does a heart turn stone. A person with a stable present turns a criminal in future, irrespective of their situations or circumstances, what doesn't stop them from this? I hunt my answers in the chambers of my reach .Alas to return empty again. How does a human mind navigate through the miles of thoughts ,tangential and unpredictable. The wonder of Almighty is that this intricate supreme power of the conversations of our mind is heard only to us and HIM. But the control system is set upon us, while we navigate our vehicles, realigns the path so as to avoid unseen dangers when our anchor is plugged in to HIM.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Dwelling in to wrongful path that harms one's soul is the easiest to chose but there is something that often lacks , something strong to hold back . An anchor to Life !</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Now what's this anchor !</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Its that strong chain that holds our back when we are falling apart , it's that beam of light that navigates our dark path , it's that strong breeze that makes way for us to breathe .</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Humans are made to make mistakes , the beauty of it is we won't learn to forgive until we are aware of our wrongs. However , when our anchor starts to become fragile or may be vanishes from our life ,then the looseness of our soul wanders aimlessly . It indulges in to the acts that our shallow mind approves of , but the deeper essence of the emptiness is felt all through our lives .</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">This anchor is shaped by many factors irrespective of our caste ,religion ,upbringing . it is lightened in each being , it's the conscience and the jewel of it is the connect with the God.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">With this comes series of questions , which I am also trying to understand. However when we introspect, we are aware each belief system has a spiritual guide to remind of us as humans.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">However when we turn our eyes away and just go with the seen ,our anchors get weakened .</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">The freshness of our soul nourishes our anchor.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">We all are a masterpiece, our way of life and beliefs differ. The way we rationalize right from wrong differs.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">But when we loose our own self in following the seen , our anchor begins to loose its intellect because we are following of many others who themselves are unsure of theirs.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">That's when the Lie of Life becomes our reality.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">It's time to give us a wake up call , if it reaches our soul , Life will be a deeper meaning.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">-SSW</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072623826772544252.post-66420923496226246432021-05-24T00:21:00.000+05:302021-05-24T00:21:11.189+05:30Tranquility Within<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The Roaring rage of the chaos in the existence,</div><div style="text-align: left;">And the bounties of the charismatic presence</div><div style="text-align: left;">Stirs a loop of thoughts arching at the edge</div><div style="text-align: left;">Of the marvelous heights staring at its pledge</div><div style="text-align: left;">To all the riverside storms whaling to race</div><div style="text-align: left;">Talking to the twinkling stars out of place</div><div style="text-align: left;">Chirping birds with the scrambling squirrel</div><div style="text-align: left;">Playing gently in the lap of a green mural</div><div style="text-align: left;">The mystique winds restless of its way</div><div style="text-align: left;">Rising sharp and dense like a ferocious ray</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There is a lot happening around in space</div><div style="text-align: left;">But they all steady together in one pace</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Silently calming down it's race ,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">You freeze and feel the silence around </div><div style="text-align: left;">of all in Nature to the Nurturer's call</div><div style="text-align: left;">*Allahu Akbar and everything halts!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">P.S: *Allahu Akbar- God is (the ) greatest.</div><div style="text-align: left;">This Poem is in reference to the call of prayer i.e Azaan which begins with this phrase where the depth of it traverses across the mightiness of the creation of my Lord and gently embraces the disturbances of the world to stand and feel the tranquility within.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072623826772544252.post-540558474575674222021-05-23T20:04:00.004+05:302021-05-23T20:07:11.131+05:30O' Master<div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-size: 13.2px;">When I stare at night to close my eyes to the sky of life</span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-size: 13.2px;">there is a shimmering star gazing back at me </span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-size: 13.2px;">whispering in my ears "I am so far but you can see me"</span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-size: 13.2px;">HE is around , But you can't see HIM</span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-size: 13.2px;">O' Master </span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-size: 13.2px;">When you are around blessing me abundantly ,</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white;"><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #454545;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">All I see is my empty being!</span></span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-size: 13.2px;"><br /></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-size: 13.2px;">How far is the distance we have dwelled in</span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #454545;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.2px;">Wouldn't be this ,if we actually felt it within !</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #454545;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #454545;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.2px;">Al Ajal Ya Imaam a.t.f.s</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #454545;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #454545;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #454545;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.2px;">-SSW</span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072623826772544252.post-76980489435624535602021-04-30T22:47:00.003+05:302021-04-30T22:49:56.415+05:30BROKEN <p>The system , the people who rule</p><p>the people who follow all blind</p><p>the people who chose to be silent </p><p>the invaders who create difference</p><p>the protestors who are never present </p><p>the class who is in their own fence</p><p>the lost ones who can only listen </p><p>the unshaken ones in their actions</p><p>the ignorant's who never reason</p><p>the speaker's who never think</p><p>the bigots who least of all care</p><p>the followers who are all unaware</p><p>the people who know of the misery</p><p>the people who close their eyes to it</p><p><br /></p><p>The people who chose to be in Oblivion!</p><p>to all the happenings around</p><p>the failures , injustice , </p><p>the corruption, killing,</p><p>the hunger , misery</p><p>the collapsed systems effect</p><p>the Covid ,deaths</p><p>the Oxygen ,no beds</p><p>the BLACK markets flourishing to RED</p><p><br /></p><p>Are all BROKEN in their Conscience </p><p>Dead to their self and the human call</p><p>To such people </p><p>there is just one and only one question</p><p>Aren't you ashamed of your existence?</p><p>If not ,ponder deep in self of your presence</p><p>A living dead walking for no reason !</p><p><br /></p><p>-SSW</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072623826772544252.post-19817904477864307012021-04-26T23:44:00.008+05:302021-05-24T17:23:51.204+05:30Intriguing Mind<p>To the world and it's existence</p><p>A million questions pop in</p><p>Why and How move around </p><p>Thinking deep and loud</p><p>Unheard they are </p><p>And Unsettled to its call !</p><p>From the Globalization</p><p>To the pre- civilization </p><p>How humans traversed </p><p>In their thoughts and actions</p><p>Why do some people </p><p>Behave in a particular way</p><p>While others walk ahead</p><p>Of the time and space !</p><p>How does one root in belief </p><p>What does ethnography</p><p>write of these in reads ?</p><p>To the countless motions</p><p>roping in the lap of nature</p><p>The evading miracles </p><p>that amazes the researchers</p><p>What's the answer to all of these</p><p>My many questions wander</p><p>aimlessly , to quench an answer </p><p>Alas ,I keep drowning in</p><p>But that's what excites me </p><p>to live this leap and </p><p>explore more and more of it .</p><p>Like a cosmic ray in many galaxies,</p><p>My intriguing thoughts</p><p>And the many questions </p><p>Light my life and it's existence </p><p>Unsatisfied I bed my mind today</p><p>To wake up and find another way!</p><p><br /></p><p>-SSW</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072623826772544252.post-6884901580874492002021-04-16T23:44:00.001+05:302021-04-17T17:45:16.169+05:30When the scare comes near<p>Since the time we entered a global crisis of covid pandemic ,every breath that surfaces down to our cells is a bonus and the grace of Almighty. Everything around is unpredictable. We have witnessed the first surge ,the fear and panic back in the beginning of 2020 ,our ears have fringed to many deaths ,familiar and unfamiliar succumbing to covid. People have lost their livelihood , business has been hit to be closed ,financial losses has made so many lives crippled to streets .Time again, a year forward , we start from where it was all left .But this time its entering our proximity and in to our lives.</p><p>How difficult it is to be responsible and break the chain , to stay indoors wear masks and take precautions. Are we waiting for covid to hit our life to understand the seriousness of the situation.</p><p>What happens when the scare comes near , my family came in contact with infected individuals ,who are my relatives (prayers for their speedy recovery) .</p><p>After my mother got symptoms and then i tested positive i followed the guidelines ,traced my contacts , alarmed them to quarantine but the eloping thoughts of the rising scare is much detrimental .Belonging to health care industry i understand the seriousness of the situation a little more closely. Staying in isolation and thanking for each day to go off is routine since a week. Although i got mild symptoms but the fear for family ligers around .Notifications popping up for Oxygen cylinders ,beds and remedesivir is like dark clouds forming their place for a day stay. We don't want to see that scare making a house in our home .So what do we do? Fight it off.</p><p>Its the mind space at this moment that accounts for the will to win over the current crisis. All we need to do is follow three rules</p><p>1)Be responsible for everyone around , just like you will be for your family.</p><p>2)Business can be rebuilt , money can be earned , everything else can take a pause but LIFE once gone ,you will see it only in pictures.</p><p>3)Bring the Will ,Mind is the warrior ,keep it in your space and control.</p><p><br /></p><p>I need not end it with the usual mandate of Stay home and Stay Safe , Because each of us know what to do to be safe </p><p><br /></p><p>-SSW</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072623826772544252.post-51116603024729155012021-04-05T21:23:00.002+05:302021-04-05T21:25:28.948+05:30What knocks to Rest<p> Something within knocks to rest</p><p>Saying need not worry ahead.</p><p>Tightly caged for years in a room </p><p>The closed chamber has felt a move.</p><p>All that lived within a difficult verse</p><p>Dangling to the chord of poetic surge.</p><p>Is heading out in a synchronous thought</p><p>Resting quietly to let it feel the call !</p><p>Gentle breeze is caressing the mind </p><p>But the quiet sea is to feel it's kind</p><p>What elopes in there is hard to express </p><p>In the arms of silence my peace rests.</p><p><br /></p><p>-SSW</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072623826772544252.post-46628098272557744002021-04-04T20:32:00.000+05:302021-04-04T20:32:02.858+05:30To be Back to my Main<p>Through the blocks comes a phase</p><p>To get back and once again chase</p><p>The lost bliss of the mysterious paints</p><p>Writing it ripe on the canvas of plains </p><p>Knowing it ain't more but alive</p><p>in each of my word to live and strive </p><p>Blissful it is, to be back, to write again </p><p>For my contentment rests in my pen </p><p>My journey of artistic blend of words</p><p>Will now walk another beautiful world !</p><p>Shelling out of coccon ,a block so huge</p><p>lonesome wanderer has found its muse</p><p>Just at the time to be back to writing .</p><p>Found a love to write for all of it</p><p>The Grace of Almighty is so bountiful</p><p>Can't reach through my eyes to HIS Plentiful</p><p>Now with the time I get back to my writing</p><p>I know it will continue forever ,my therapeutic!</p><div><br /></div><div>-SSW</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072623826772544252.post-70007356898251555942021-02-10T14:03:00.000+05:302021-02-10T14:03:02.002+05:30A Girl<p> A Girl who always lived in present</p><p>Full of optimism and joyous in nature</p><p>Gradually withered in self silently calm</p><p>The rage within burnt down to fathom !</p><p>No it ain't what can be seen to unseen</p><p>She was of kind different to be in</p><p>If you see her smiling know she ain't</p><p>She is living because there is nothing</p><p>The dark clouds circled the irony</p><p>A light beam shines a single stream </p><p>Looking at it passes by the day</p><p>Begins tomorrow and the façade</p><p>A Girl who always lived in present</p><p>Stares in Space to the unseen</p><p>-SSW</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072623826772544252.post-53332631633706786332020-07-07T23:48:00.001+05:302020-07-07T23:48:49.385+05:30My Lady Lantern<p>All Praise to the Lady of Heaven and Earth,who lives in the heart of each lover of Ahlubayt (a.s).</p><p>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.</p><p>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).</p><p>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.</p><p>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.</p><div><p>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.</p><p>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.</p><p>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.</p><p>It is present in you,and in me as well.</p><p>My Parents have channelized their inspiration to make it grow and have helped me equally ,to find within myself ,sprinkled it with love,care and knowledge,to beautify the garden of my life.</p><p>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.</p><p>Seek and you shall find!</p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072623826772544252.post-71072025392742564982020-06-22T22:42:00.002+05:302020-06-22T22:42:47.860+05:30Depression can be a wide smile<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Depression
can be a wide smile,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">And a
radiant confident shine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Depression
can be happy face,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Creating
for all a positive space<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Depression
can be a fluent talk,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">And an
impressive thought!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Depression
can be high esteem,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">And an
inspiring journey to see<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Depression
can be “You have it all”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">And a
picture perfect to the world!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Take a
close look beyond the seen<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Depression
is living hiding within.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">That
beautiful wide smile you see<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">The
confident sign of a high esteem<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Is a fake
lie to the eyes that see,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">nothing
beyond the life that’s seen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">It shatters
the mind, rips a soul<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Be tender
you can damage it more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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-SSW</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072623826772544252.post-59610804611908465552020-06-13T22:23:00.001+05:302020-06-13T22:24:04.945+05:30The Strangest Secret<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Isn't it Strange how we all gathered,<br />
A formal introduction and a purpose.<br />
An amazing bridge to join us all,<br />
A mentor to many created an hour!<br />
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Listening to Mr Earl Nightingale,<br />
And his words powerful pace<br />
Day one we reflected deep within,<br />
Raced from all we want ,What is it?<br />
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What is it at this moment !<br />
that i need the most from within.<br />
A Goal to see for each day ,<br />
every moment ,beginning or end i say!<br />
<br />
We all opened our own tied knots,<br />
Loosening the many large chords,<br />
Like the vastness of gurgling ways<br />
We drowned in reflections each day.<br />
<br />
Each person ,their thoughts and share,<br />
The many years of experiences and flares<br />
Ups ,Downs and the current going<br />
Beautiful perspectives to be viewing!<br />
<br />
<br />
Shri calls it magical with many others.<br />
Weaving in to place like no other.<br />
Our emotions flow in this special space,<br />
Be it dreams ,goals ,aspiration or fears !<br />
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<br />
Half a month and a lot of moving<br />
Sharing to listening ,Musings and Music<br />
Thank you Anil Sir for bringing this in<br />
For it has reamed in a lot more than seen!<br />
<br />
<br />
-SSW<br />
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This Poem is dedicated to my NLP Coach Anil Dagia's initiative of 30 experiment of Strangest Secret which has created a huge difference in a normal 9-10 pm.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072623826772544252.post-69368139719252479912020-05-12T10:27:00.002+05:302020-05-12T10:27:28.991+05:30FIRST POST OF 2020<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Well i am at loss of words wondering the leap of time that kept me away from my therapeutic writing,though i had put a few random write ups on my phone notes that i usually do.But i must confess this is one of my longest block and i have no reason to justify it.Since two months i have been telling myself tomorrow i will put up a post on blog and it just didn't happen.Maybe i had kept my thoughts caged in the shackles of many emotional conflicts i had through months ago.<br />
Writing is something that happens to me most naturally and effortless.By God's grace when i am in the flow of expression my fingers slip on the qwerty just like a butter spreading on the bread.This is one reason why i am not taking up writing as my full time profession ,although after my graduation in Occupational therapy i was very keen in doing my Masters in English Literature and taking it up. But i gave a thought to it and finally had decided to continue in the same field and keep writing as my hobby.People may have different opinion on the same but i believe that this one skill should not be kept for judgement and stress.Although i take genuine criticism very constructively and is open to learning. But i believe my skill as writer should be free of time constraints,performance pressure,grammar ideologies and all the different standards that are measured to be effective writer.Though putting up a book is my dream but i haven't set any timeline to it.Again i believe it will happen when it is to.In the meanwhile i will enjoy this luxury of expression that is a window to my closed emotions which at times hyper ventilate to survive the norms and discrepancies of society.<br />
I am happy to breakthrough the block and be back on this page.<br />
Fast forward from November 2019 to May 2020,a lot happened in between both personally and professional but above all CORONA and lock down.<br />
Surely my next post will follow on this.<br />
<br />
-SSW<br />
<br /></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072623826772544252.post-39580918034858650652019-11-20T19:58:00.001+05:302019-11-20T19:58:49.731+05:30Empty Bag<div>An empty bag echoes a silence </div><div>Of the vacuum hiding within.</div><div>Locked its mouth glued to self</div><div>No more there is an exchange .</div><div>Delicate this sturdy bag is now </div><div>In no time it broke its crown !</div><div>Ashamed its hiding in a corner </div><div>The most toughest turned prisoner.</div><div>Its of no use to the ones around</div><div>As its now in self lockdown </div><div>This empty bag is struggling </div><div>To open up like usual being .</div><div>-SSW</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072623826772544252.post-31497952514638679052019-11-18T00:56:00.001+05:302019-11-18T01:35:24.660+05:30What keeps you moving<div>What keeps you moving all in piece</div><div>When broken parts scream within</div><div>To end the war for once and all</div><div>As calling troops will make it worse.</div><div>What keeps you pushing all in piece</div><div>When scattered parts command within</div><div>To end the going for once and all</div><div>As showing to world will make it worse.</div><div>What keeps you living all in piece </div><div>When weeping calls silence within </div><div>Pleading to end for once and all</div><div>As no place can accept this call!</div><div>What keeps you living and laughing</div><div>What keeps you moving in smiling </div><div>When all that your here is to end it.</div><div>-SSW</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0