Pretty Souls!!

( This poem is dedicated to my sister Hijab and my friends.)


You ‘r working in perplexing circles of time
Days past by and now  night’s in decline
While looking after your loved ones
Nothings clandestine
I want you all to know,
You are beautiful, more than words can define.
Worn out by people’s slandering
 Weary in hatred twirled vine
Standing erect and heading to your path
One needs an iron spine
I want you all to know,
You are beautiful, more than words can define.
We have things in common, though paths very different
Our goals though vague, certain things bade align
It will get better, this too shall pass
Things  meant to happen in nature’s design
I want you all to know,
 You  are beautiful, more than words can define.
(Samima Shah-Faheem)

A tale of Goodwill!!

A family of four; parents, two sons;
Charlie the elder, young was Harrison.

Every blessing of World ‘ imagine,
Father provided keenly in abundant fashion.


But something tormented him from inside,
Peeled his flesh n blood, was Charlie (his son) his pride.


Dearest to him, was the upshot of his dreams;
But seemed aloof & angry with demands in extreme.


A connection suggested (father) to be friends with sons;
‘Will be on losing end, this gap is grave concern’.


Thought of intervention towards younger son,
Forbade him to imitate, the child was Harrison.


One day he asked the younger one:
Spare sometime my dear son


Some interests to relate, define & renew
Share mundanely matters, or when u feel blue.


‘Feel free to tell secrets, I am your friend’
And father felt feather light, thought relations all mend.


That Young soul took advice by heart.
Green & unfledged, thought a friendly start.


But what to talk or tell, nothing came to mind;
Next day after school, Harrison skipped play time,


And waited for his father’s to come from work.
Sat along him, questioned nonsense irks.


Father answered few, but wasn’t in a mood
Conversation at sea, matters very crude.


Next day he waited again
But still no hope, not much gain.


Without any clue started same discussion,
Pointless it was, knew result was concussion.


Never called for, two days in stack
Goodwill once volunteered, but hope taking aback.


Still with spirits though not very high,
Son waited third day, to meet his big guy.


Same clueless questions he had;
But Answer this time, was bitter and sad.


‘Why so inquisitive & interrogative to me,
I am your father, not a proven guilty’.


Son stood baffled, what to say ….
But friendship was confident enough to sneak away.


The Salad Days (A poem)

When life seems fun
Worries less or none

Days are carefree
Nights very sleepy

Energy over flowing
and Ideas pulsating

Choices are easy square
Books are biggest nightmare

School & College  formalities
Yet desire to conquer universality

The World begins with friends
 hot or not, follow every trend

 Parents are resourceful ones
Think have money in tons

Our judgements very harsh
Decisions quick, personality starched

Music is life, volume deafening
Want riches & fame at beginning

Everything starts with I, Me and My
Belong to Royalty, can’t comply

The special beings, destined to rule World
Individuality & Uniqueness, our favorite words

 Love and affairs are also in tunnel
A gossipmonger dropped my news through the funnel

Everything changes when reality hits
Life isn’t fair, everyone admits

It has seldom ups and many lows
Experience asks a lot, many setbacks and blows

Your friends aren’t your world whole
Everyone busy to hit his own goal

 Have to earn to make a living
 No pots of gold there, few upswings

Days are shorter, and nights less sleepy
Once were Salad days, now strange and creepy

But will steer these tough days well
Dreams will be true, after a hard work’s spell

Old Friend (A poem)

Eager to know whats your old pal’s mundane
Dear ‘m good, Right as Rain.

Forbearance taught me lot through years
Found sustained joys in temporal pain.

Partner in crime, if u recall
Were tingling charms, taged in a chain.

found many secrets and distorted truths
 friendship is sacred, not profane.

Time unfold many fables and lies
Wise are bitten once, seldom  again.

 its better to cut your own peaches now
nice meeting u again, but can’t entertain.