Token of Life (A poem)

When life gives a token to retrospect
Smile for good & learn from bad days
Permeate through past, let never invade
It’s the memory lane not cliches.
Man is nature’s best marvel,
Unique in his own state
Deals with adventures in life
And survives its monotony, when overplayed.
Wisdom is to keep on running
No matter how long or what it takes
The destination is already set
But paramount is the joy one makes.
Don’t count others favors
Or say their grass is Green
Stems only bitterness
Water your turf, keep it clean.
Be grateful, never forgrant blessings
Explore creativity, will set you fly
Love the life and the people around
Feet on ground, yet gaze very high.
 Your life is your gift from God,
The rest stays Inconsequential
 This recall will bring smile to your face
 Glee would be vast, bliss quintessential.

An Example (A poem)

Art by Lena

Hell is raised, when unworthy gets an upper hand
History suggests &  time will tell, all wrong stands
A little success or temporary power, enough to make one wild
But  tables turn & Time swaps, HE is there to  Smile
One Great power always there, was gazing silently
Finally caters these dramaphilics, with wrath exemplary.
(by Samima)

There is a God (A poem)

While living the indulgent & busy lives

From day till night, one remain in strives

Handling matters one feels indispensable

Imperative for the life and death a fable

Having idea, that he runs the world

Otherwise progress is none, productivity twirled

Man, who considers himself absolutely free

The be-all, the end-all, an ace of liberty

It’s true, has got lot of potential

Can move mountains, rest inconsequential

Stellar knowledge, making things world class

Information immense, like predicting and forecast

But Alas with all Success, still in oblivion

In losses and errs, reverts to the One, his true companion

Realization grows with his uncertainty

Vagueness and ambiguity, makes him saintly

Physical ailment or worldly oppression

Hard knocks of life, brings many confessions

But look at the Gracious, the Almighty

Still listens, and guide us Rightly

Forgives our forgetfulness and asks us to rethink

In  neglect, have missed the most essential link

Turn to HIM, whose there and listening

In turn is his kindness and countless blessings.

(Samima) May 21st, 2012


Good Things Come to those who Wait (A poem)

When people get abusive someway
Are spreading hostility and hate
Harness your emotions, control your state
Indulge neither in discussion, nor debate
Leave certain things to God and fate
Good things come to those who wait.

Spiteful words and double meaning talks
Backbiting and spying so difficult to tolerate
On encounters, they always negate
Cash in your patience, better to collate
Time will answer such foul mates
Good things come to those who wait

Patience is a virtue
Some learn, others have innate
Whether it present or future state
Gratification delays makes one Great
Tame your energies, stay steady and sedate
Good things come to those who wait

Can you relate?

In the Name of God (A poem)

Atrocities committed when crusaders fought
Women, children murdered,
Were Non believers of Antioch/ Marat
Jerusalem sieged for a noble Cause
Saracens slaughtered, plundering by holy squad
History sometimes renders us distraught
All crimes committed in the name of God.
It’s the Ideal everyone wants to reach
Closer to God is the sacred haught
The politics and economy is secretly sought
Are selling dreams, these fanatic bigots
Yet all crimes committed in the name of God
Shia against Sunnis or Deobandi, Barelvie
All worship same God, still at odd
Conspiring and scheming
Considers oneself a believer, others NOT
Yet all crimes committed in the name of God
Slaughtering innocents, calling it Jihad
Ruthless are these savage lots
Salvation of afterlife seeking
Atonement for this one, never thought
Yet all crimes committed in the name of God