The Roller coaster

Rolls down the roller coaster ,
Running down the life's castor
Plain and pale the sky is up,
Down the earth,is all the ruff!

It makes me smile,as i soar,
At the cliff,i stand to roar,

Soon,
My thoughts turn wide to high,
I dream to rise up and fly.
But no ,what happens next,
Pulls me back in a flex!
Where's all dream and the light,
that once shined so bright!
Soon,
The world is dark and shallow,
No depth and height to follow,
The dream to witness,aim to reach
Vaporizes the lessons to preach!
Where's the smile,the spark of life,
The ideas no more come to rise!
the tears then dwell in the den,
to fall across the largest fence!
Soon
In the midst of darkest hour,
Shines again a shimmering star!
Rolling up a mighty power,
the thoughts now walk too far!
Dreams begin to live again,
Ideas jump across the fence.
There is hope to smile and spark.
A will and energy to carve an arc.

With determination begins my day,
Until a pull drops me to say,
the roller coaster has caught me prey,
And again i fight back to say,
Where there is will there is way!

-SSW

About a Girl

She is a pearl of my ocean,
Where nurtures umpteenth emotion.

She is the little mayflower i know,
A blessing in disguise i call it though!

She is the solitude of my valley,
Within her lies my untold story!

She is my echo on a cliff,
I hear her before i begin to speak!

She is my friend so loving ,
Who makes my world worth living!

So who is She,Let me tell you,
Her name is sabika ,dear I Love you!

Her care to define is beyond my words
She has stood by me like a surd!

Her love is so pure that i wonder,
How do i give back to her!

Her honest opinion makes me melt,
How true it is i have felt!

Her genuine concern when i am low,
And to deal with it,only she knows!

Dear,

The jokes,the talks,the tears and the fight,
All we have shared in years is at sight!

You have surprised me at many instances,
By reading me ,knowing my silence!

I have a deep respect for you!
Be the person you are"I love You"

On your birth day ,i want to say,
Nobody knows me like you do,My Bae!

P.S:To the girl who is not only my sister but a friend who stands by the word friendship!
May you be blessed with all the happiness you deserve!

Looking Beyond

I can hear the birds singing the song of joy,
When i am looking beyond the time of rise!
I can feel the fragrance of the blooming flowers,
When i am looking beyond the dew on them!
I can touch the breeze caressing through my cheeks,
When i am looking beyond the wind beneath!
I can smell the freshness,calm and serene,
When i am looking beyond the ocean green!
I can taste the victory that waves bring,
When i am looking beyond their way towards me!

P.S:A spontaneous rhyme.Collaboration with Palak Shah(Apron and ink)

Friendship

A relation over all the relations,
It binds the soul with the emotions!
Love and trust anchors it strong
Laughter and fun comes along!
When life watches you fight with them ,
In tears you walk into a different den!
The sun and moon witness you converse,
The unsaid words of love with hug!
It fades the boundary of differences,
When you learn to forgive mistakes!
You feel the pain that you don't hold,
When you listen to the tears that roll!
Your heart parallels with the anger of them,
When you know it went wrong all over again!
You can make a prank to troll for fun,
Can't stay calm,When it comes from 'SomeOne'
You can give and take serious advises,
Along can laugh on the extraordinary wiseness!
You can speak for hours and Silently Listen!,
When you know you have along your friend!
Like the waves of ocean moving
along the shoulders,
Friends together face all the boulder!
-SSW

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.

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.

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

Blooming Meadow

  The lush green meadow calls for happiness, 

    When red,pink,yellow dance with oneness.     

They sing the song of strength and might,

 Against the storm when they stand to fight.

And shine like sun in the garden of life,

 Wave with the breeze and move in time,

They are the flowers,hope in disguise,

  Sparkle the green field and carve a smile.

  -SSW

Softest Stone

                                               The Emperor of Life,The Ruler of Lives,

                        

                                                The Stubborn Queer,The Gentle Spear,

                                                 The bullet rider,The fire extinguisher,

                                                  The Wisest Dealer ,The Silent killer,

                                                

                                                The Sweet Venom , The bitter Sarcasm,

                                             

                                               The sharpest shrill, The Happy Good-will

                                                 The Loneliest organ, The toughest one!

                                                 It can Heal a Soul, It can wound a whole.

                                           

                                                  It can give u a Smile,or, take in a while.

                                           

                                                     It's the softest stone, That you own..

                                                     So Handle with care, and  be aware

                                               It can make "a" Life, or break "many" lives,

-SSW

At Times,

At Times,
When Life changes its course,
And Shatters the hope to discourse!

When all you have is not  yours,
And all  you are left with, is a loss!

When Time glides the ailing ache,
And Pain pricks through the flake!

When Dreams speak of the unseen,
And  Eyes see them and scream!

When Mind listens to heart no more,
And heart Speaks of being unsure!

When the Path guides you to no way,
And you trot through the midway!

At,that time,
When YOU  Halt in the Moving Pace,
And Thoughts Freeze in the Space,

Then
Close your Eyes and Follow that beam,
Moving through and froth ,in you Within,
Speak to it,for it will listen,
Because,Its you that will be in!

-SSW

Through the clouds:Story of Dream

                               

                           
                                         My Restless Eyes moves with the Haughty Clouds,

                                           And Chases the Sun through the Rays Enshroud.

                                             The Morning Dew on the Lush Green Shrub,

                                             Spreads the Aroma of Hope around my Hub.   

                                

                                         The Fresh Green Canvas of Dawn pulls me Close,

                                         Says;"After dusk ,dawn breathes a "Dew of Hope"

                                               My Vintage Past when carves the Present,

                                      My Present welcomes the forthcoming in quiescence. 

                                             When a tiny stone  tethers the mirror of hope,

                                                  My Lucid dreams fall apart on floor!

                                        The canthus of my eyes then narrow down to close,

                                             To let once lived dreams, drown and depose .

                                  

                                             But, The Rising Bird and the Mountain Peak,

                                            Gathers my shattered hope back in Mystique.

                                               Then echoes the valley of love in shriek ,

                                              Broken dreams gives way to New dreams.

                                       Like the Soothing breeze and the gurgling waves,
                                            When hits on the Rock and finds her way,
                                           My tattered dreams calls me all over again,
                                              To stand on my feet and find my way!
                                     
                                        The Rising dawn shines a new hope to live,
                                         Sparkling through  the eyes to live it with.
                                      I chase my dreams through the clouds to reach,
                                          "Through the Rays to the Sun" I Preach!


-SSW

His last Words

                               He wept his Heart to the soul,  

                                He loved more than his own!

                           His broad shoulders narrowed down,

                              As She Smiled back to his frown!

                              He Kept her fingers on his Palm,

                            And their eyes met to form a psalm.

                       
                          His crispy lips when graced her cheeks,

                            She shuddered of pain and shrieked,

                      Then, She gently caressed his haughty hands,

                       To shine the ray of hope on a deserted land.

                    

                             The steady wind rose on the shore,

                            And clouds of sadness began to pour.

                         The breeze was blowing stronger in time 

                          And so was her breadth killing his life.

                            Thick and green scratched all over,

                        The warrior of battlefield lost his fervor.

                             He crawled to creep and save her,

                         But the battalion of rebels had taken over.

                       
                        The knife and chopper had done their job,

                                  Leaving him with her to sob.

                           

                                The white carpet was laid in red,

                               As the last spoon of love he fed.

                              His little princess was six month old,

                             But Her eyes spoke of,more than loads,

                                  He knew what she had to say,

                                  The young father turned grey.

                           
                                He moved his body but cried of pain,

                          The blood was oozing from his every vein.

                       
                           Beneath the shade they hid in resilience,

                           And His Last words pierced the silence,

                            "I Love you baby,shall take you away,
                             to Walk along, there's just one way"!

                             
                           He caught her breadth and cried in pain,
                               Staring at her in grief and disdain.

                               She moved her body now no more,

                                He fixed his eyes forever on her!!.

-SSW

One MOMENT!

I try to define that one Moment,

Off which I am uncertain!

Like a shrub lost in bushes,

I wander in my world of Emotions!

My Heart “Conceals “the truth of it,

And yet “Concedes” it to be…

Left unanswered are those umpteenth questions,

Which pops on my every Action?

When I banish it from my thoughts,

It seeps in through my Heart!

Though I keep it away from me,

Yet I drift towards it.

When my soul ventures  in Quietly,

Intricate Barriers stop me.

My state of heart is inexplicable,

Seems to be caught in the ‘web of some sorcerer’

I escape from it wisely,

Unaware that I am still in it!

Then I screen through every moment,

To find the cause of indignation,

To my surprise is the Oblivious ONE

Which has crossed the path of Affection

Off which I am uncertain!

-SSW

Far but yet Close

Dear Granny I miss you so much,
Cant put my feelings into Words.
I knew there would be a time for you to Go,
Leaving behind your Happiness and Sorrow.
But your journey from Earth to Heaven,
Was Like an Unexpected Rain!
Buried through the thoughts i Wonder,
What an irony of nature,
In pain you were left to suffer,
And happiness took you over.
Like a nightmare went that day,
With it when you Passed Away,
And left us in the Ocean of sadness,
Into which we sail till day
Just to Let you know my Dear,
You were the Light of our darkness,
And your Presence made our day.
I miss that Smile on your face,
Off experience would enlighten.
Your Crispy Lips when touched my cheeks,
Happiness would Roll from head to feet.
Your stories of ghost and beast,
In my thoughts still leap.
I miss the way you stood by my side,
Just to defend me in Plight.
Your last words come as an Echo,
Out they burst with tears and Flow.
Off the world when i hide,
In your memory spend some time,
Console myself you are still alive,
Far but yet Close to my life,
In my heart you Reside.

P.S:This poem is dedicated to my Grandmother Syeda Iqbal Fatima Wasti.A lady who was a friend to everyone.We Lost her on 27th Jan 2010,but she is and will be always alive in our hearts.My day begins and ends by remembering her.The most influential person and dearest to me.Dadda I miss u alot <3!
-SSW

From Haven to Heaven

Soulmate not necessarily is life mate. What do you feel? Express your take.

This Post is written for Indispire 50th Edition.

 Her Vibrant Hand Shook the Cot,

 She Trembled all around the House,

 O'Granny! You Please Don't Trot,

"Said , Munchkin",Holding Her Blouse.

 She Sat Quietly Listening to her Breath,

 Her Heart Wandered in Search of 'It',

 She looked out of Window Pane,

 Her Eyes Shined with the Rays.

 Her Supple Spine Rested on the Stick,

 As She Moved to and forth to find "It".

 Her Eyes was looking for a Part of Her,

 Which She Kept Hiding from Everyone.

 The Lust of Her Life was Lying Beneath,

 She Held it Close and Cried on 'It'!

"O,My Life,I Searched for you all Over,"

 The Lady in White Cried with Fervor!

  The Chapters of her Love and Broken Life,

  Was Weaved Together with Pride,

  She Sang With 'It',the Melody of Joy,

  And Stringed her tears before being Dry!

  She Gently Caressed her Wrinkled Fingers,

  By the Red Ink of her Secret Holder,

  As she tightened her Grip on Fountain of Hope

  She Knew it was time for her to go.

  The Death Hour had turned up in Time,

  She Continued Carving her Last Rhymes,

  The Lifeless Object Moved in Grief,

  Shedding Tears of Love to Disbelief!

  

  For one Last time,She Read them all,

  The Tales of Sadness and her Falls,

  Her Diary Spoke of Worthiness to Her,

  Whenever 'They' called her "A Looser".

  The Love of Two was too Divine,

  Away from the Reach of  Human Mind!

  They Clinched to each other every Night,

  Forming idylls of Verses and Rhyme.

  She Lied her Back Resting on the Bed,

  With her Love Sleeping on her Chest!

  Her Diary began to Loosen up,

  Unraveling the Mystery of Black Cup!

  

  As She Began to Close her Eyes Forever,

  She Smiled of Contentment Like Ever!

  She Knew Her Secrets would Remain So,

  As Her Diary would Not Let it Go!

  The Old Beauty had Slept forever,

  The Honest Love Began to Wither,

  In Tempest Down,their Love was Driven,

  To Travel together from Haven to Heaven!

 
-SSW

Lonesome Wanderer

Solitude teaches some of the most valuable lessons in one's life. Comment or weave a story on this theme.

This post is for Indispire 49th Edition.

Dangling his Feet,

 Down the Rock,

  He Sat Smiling,

  At, His  Love!

   The Day was Pleasant,

And Winds Calm,

 Chain of Waves,

 Moved to and forth.

He Wrapped his Arm,

   Around Her,

 His Dusky World,

 Brightened with Colors!

He Painted the 'Black',

With Canvas of Love,,

Carving Clouds of Faith,

Over"Mountains Of Trust"!

Soon Shimmering Rays,

 Caressed his Wrinkled Arm,

Then,Glowed the Green,

As Golden Farm,

The Gentle Breeze,

Kissed Back her Love,

He Whispered to her,

Expressing His Love!

The Criss Cross Lines,

Of his Face,

Was Young at Heart,

 though Old in Age!

She Heard his Heart,

As No One Did,

They Spoke for Hours,

 Behind Gurgling Music!

His Weary Life,

Was Knit with Hope,

With the Lessons of,

Struggle She Spoke!

The Black Ocean,

Of His Eyes,

Was filled with Happiness,

And Began to Shine.

Waving his Love,

Goodbye for Day,

He Tottled,

His Red White-Stick for Way!

The Lonesome Wanderer,

  Had Heard His Muse,

  He Smiled Back,

  To Solitude.

-SSW

The Cluttered Mind

  The Cluttered Mind Wanders Aimlessly,

  Like A Hunter,Lost and Weary.

  He looks Around in Amusement,

  Not Knowing What to do Next!

  

  He Digs Himself Deep in the Thought,

  To Carve Another World in His Heart.

  But His Restless Mind takes Him Away,

  Bringing Him Closer to His Pain.

  

  He Sails on the Wave of Disappointment,

  And  His Smile Speaks of Helplessness,

   But the Ones Around Him Care No More,

  Letting Him Sink in the Viscous Shore!

  He Hides Himself in His Cocoon,

  Away from All to Remain Aloof!

   But the Sharp Shrills Keep Coming,

   Tearing His Mind Away From Him!

  His Soul Snarls to the Growing Agony,

  Wiping the "Burning" Tears Silently,

  His Gaze Travels with the Wind,

  Restlessly, Searching for an Inner Peace.

  His Depressed Soul Cries For Help,

  But Unheard,It Bores in to Self!

   

 Now, The Cluttered Mind Weeps Perplexed,

  Knowing His Next step.......

                                       

                                                                       -SSW

P.S:  This Poem is in Reference to a Depressed Patient's Possible State of Mind

        when he is need of Help.

 

Photo Courtesy:Google Images

  

Haiku:Drought

Silence shines on the sky,
Wrinkles curl up on the Face,
In Reverence is Morning Dew!

 Photo Courtesy:Google Images

P.S:This is my first Haiku Poem.Please correct me if i am wrong.

When I...

When i raise my Hand to Hold the Alam,
My Soul Lifts it Reminding of the Sermon,
That Karbala weeps about and We Hum,
Ya Abbasa (a.s), Holding the Alam.....

When i Raise my Hand to Hold the Alam,
My Tears hear the cry of Sakina a.s From,
the Mashk attached to the Alam,and We Hum,
Ya Sakina (a.s),Holding the Alam.......

When i Raise my hand to Hold the Alam,
My Ears hear the Call of a  Brother from,
the desert of karbala and We Hum,
Ya Hussaina (a.s),Holding the Alam......

When i Raise my Hands to hold the Alam,
My Eyes think of the cry of pain from,
the burnt tents and lane of sham,and we Hum,
Ya Saniye Zehra(s.a),Holding the Alam.

And When i get to  hold the Alam,
My Arms gather the strength from,
the chants of Hussaino-Abbas that we Hum,
And tears flow by holding the Alam.

Photo courtesy:Google Images

-SSW

The Drop Of Ink

Is there power in writing? Can writers bring social change & change the world?

 

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     When Metonymy of the Synonyms forms a Phrase, 

Together it Shines like a Diamond in a Bay,

And the Sparkling Glow turns More Fine,

When Writer Begins to Narrate His Rhyme.

The Drop of Ink Cries down the Quill,

   And Echoes the "Silence" with a Sharp Shrill,

The Slate of Injustice is Written Again,

Carving a Smile on the Face of Pain.

  The Sword of Writer is his Pen,

   And His Victory is his Magnificence 

 His Wandering thoughts and Moving Pen,

Leaps a step against bewilderment.

 His Every Word Written on the Page,

Then Join Hands to Form a Chain.

  And The Many Eyes Who Read His Work,

Strengthen the Hands of his Written Words.

The Sound Of Protest then Moves Like A Wave,

Hitting the Empty Loud Vessels of Hate,
And Many Voices then turn to be One,
Standing together in Unison.

   

So,When Eloquent Linguist Speaks to the World,

A Silent Message is Conquered,

 And The Magical Wand calls out the Spell,

Off the Change With the Pen!

  -SSW