tired

in this hide n seek of joy and sorrow..
i wish tears some smile to borrow...

trapped in d illusion of this conscience...
i seek refuge from the monster of conscience...

here sorrows long for a tear...
there smiles are accompanied by fare...

locked by d unsolved chains of destiny...
paralysed life in the ethics of bestiny...

born for the melodies of tragedy...
stucked like a quarrel in comedy...

beauty longs  to be inherited by the autumn...
sky falls to touch d bottom..

i request time to take me away a while...
let life show its existance in a live style...

preaching the god of pain here...
slowly my grave calls me there...

all i realise for sure one thing now..
i am tiered for more i cant bow..

where rains are rejected by land..
thr in nirvana alone i stand..

areej

Tales to Tell

..and black birds

Fly over static waters

In a sky spread

With invisible traps

...and the narcissus,

Stamped over by giant feet,

Looks over the banks at

The ghastly image of its

Heart-shaped leaves

...and the mellow breeze

Whispers its tale of woes

To the ever-hearing ears

Of the rustling trees

...and the flailing leaves

Fall; committing suicide

Unable to bear any grief

...and the dreamers dream

Their comatose dreams

Yet, I can't stop writing

About giant cockroaches

In my closet

And monkeys on the mango tree

Picking lice

My Best Friend

my best friend
walks with a strange gait
he looks like
a scare-crow on
steroids...
eloping from a field 

Scope or hope?

“No, you better opt for medicine, here we have less scope in humanities dear",said the mother to her daughter. The daughter being hopeless of any opportunity surrendered to the circumstances. All are not mad enough to follow their heart and chase their dreams.As now people see more of the scope than relying  on hope.
Now the trend rather prestige point is to choose that field fr a career where we see a wider scope. Anyone who pops this argument of career selection based on its respective scope appears hopeless to me.Overlooking your passion and interest and simply flowing with the stream is so mediocre in itself.
Imagine how in ancient times man was just a food gatherer....well if that time he had also thought that there is no scope to become a food producer anyhow then what would have been the conditions today!But research and exploration are integral part of human nature... You see a little child who is always curious to know little things from the glowing if bulb to the entry of any strange face in his house...everything fascinates a child because he is not exposed to mediocrity, he is purely natural not a victim of imposed circumstances.Then why do we look for so called SCOPE today?
Do we not have enough hope to rest our self belief on? Are we not better than the early men and even more equipped, then why can't we explore more in our fields of interest ? It is time we accept that world was not created on scope rather it was hope and it is this hope that makes the world to go on. Umeed pe duniya qaayam hai! Lest we forget!!
If you choose things on their scope then you may never innovate the new things,you can't improvise!
Scope is for the cowards who are scared to take risks,who only want safety even though we are aware that this world is an illusion, and everything shall pass anytime...we are actually unaware of future,yet we use the weapons of Scope to declare that we are masters of future! What a pity! Remember if we honestly pursue the morally correct things and excel in our areas of interest automatically the scope for it will be generated provided we choose HOPE for excellence and not SCOPE!
Remember we are not masters of tomorrow but we can only hope for tomorrow.... Rest you decide...
    HOPE or SCOPE?

        -  Sana Shah

Few Understand

Mark or deny my thoughts; it's up to you
But I am me nor for you I will be new
For the umpteenth time I so remind you
My thoughts are not thine for they are true
The message to convey you all already knew
But the words understood will be really few

-Sana shah

Impossibility!

It's said that “ Rome was not built in a day”
Haha....or:
“The builders were slow" is what here we say!
As impossibility is nothing in upstreamrowers' way
-Sana Shah

Absentia

come...
pass the wine
of drifting days
from your lips to mine
close your eyes
...and drift away

The Dark One

He, my dark one

asked me

to drink from

a poisoned well

I drank....
and
became Invincible....

How the world.....

How the world was forced upon the heart
“To err is human”, to err is also a sin
Locking in Chains,ye left to the win
I being a sinner,here hence confess

Freedom of mind invited the warrant
Freedom of soul is transgression to law
Freedom to dream in itself is a flaw
Freedom of heart is a step towards gallows

If this be errors, then define the Right
Excess rains is flood,excess heat is drought
In extremity then how will the seed sprout?
Cage for the world,for me is iron put to waste

Preaching gospels of the eternal truth
When truth itself is all the time locked
Those trying the key on fire had walked
If burnt with truth, yet freedom attained !
                     -Sana Shah

Country Where Begging is Banned

We have endured the noise

Of the long days. We have walked

The nights through the black haze.

On one solstice we have yearned for

The nightly hour, on the other one we

Have prayed for the night to be over.

And on the equinox, toiling in the

Barren fields under the white sun, we

Have waited for the sun to set

Tearing the meniscus of the horizon.

In toil and despair our days have passed.

We have waited enough with no hope to last.

Looking at the threshold that separates

Us from the crystal sky that stands

Lofty...we have sighed in our cages

Of misery. Dreams-yours and ours are still

So same. What can hold these longings

From leaving us inane? Visions carry to

Us glimpses of faraway lands. But, when

We open our eyes all we possess are

These rough scorched hands.

We are hopeless people, tired of searching

For what to believe in. When there is no

Virtue for our lot how can there be any sin?

We can’t mumble the same prayer now,

“God have mercy on our state”. We can’t

Gather our faith again and decide to wait.

Between the heaven and the earth, we move

Carrying with us our own wails. And

When we are gone we leave vestiges

Of no trails. We have seen the dead among

Us who vanished un-buried in the sand

In this country where begging is banned. . .

ROWING UPSTREAM

The map so being torn a million times
But countless dreams mastered cartography
The masses abstained from such crimes
Being mere witness to classic photography

Not caring for the status or the roots
All night with stars,all day with sun
Gazing for infinite, plucking the fruits
Slowing down when others try to run

Not taking in what from outside is fed
Doesn't conclude with thee being wrong
Hearing,not listening what is being said
Treading your own path even if so long

Those Tiny crystal corners ever sufficed
For the mad heart to beat with a dream
Sufferings of passion is a possession priced
For the few who dare but to row upstream!

     -sana shah

The four incidents

                
“Will you read my palm also?”,she asked me.                 A couple of years back I with my friends and teachers had come on a school picnic.I then had read about palmistry and thus was trying the same on my friends when a teacher on duty saw my group.She was known as a very strict teacher but that day she was at peace as she sat against me and placed her hand in front of me.I got nervous as she repeated
“will you read my palm also?”.
I asked her that what  did she want to know and she softly answered,
“just one thing:will my kids be loyal to me?”.
And this question of hers left me awestruck,it sounded so touching that I could not say a word further.Her concern for her kids even at that place left me stunned and then I thought that my mom too must be worried for me the same way,infact all our mothers are,isn’t it?But how often do we realize this,may be on mother’s day?
Following this incident a couple of months later I had to accompany my mother to her work-place.In the lunch time mom’s colleague had got a shawl on order for my mom’s friend.The shawl looked really expensive with a heavy embroidery as she un-folded the shawl length wise for us to see and I wondered what a spend-thrift lady she was!But then she asked us something that moved me to the core.She asked,
“will this shawl look elegant on my daughter?”
And I realized that she was not a spendthrift lady but only a caring mother.
On that very day later I went to the canteen and placed my order.In the meanwhile I observed a lady in her mid-thirties,but the weird thing was that she was singing a nursery  rhyme over her cellphone. I later came to know that she was working there and recently had separated from her husband.And she worked to bring up her two years old son to whom she was singing the rhyme.
Nothing  unique yet in a way strange!Even in her absence she made her presence felt to her son,the delicate responsibility of a mother,how often to we thank her for this?And how often do we try to return the same?
A few months later it happened when my mother and I went to pick up my brother from the school.To our surprise he was not at the said place,we got worried and mom was all red in face. We searched the school area and at last found him at the back gate of the compound. Mom scolded him for his irresponsible attitude and in annoyance my brother shouted,
“mama don’t scold me here atleast.”
And a man passing by glanced at my brother firmly and said
“Boy,you won’t understand- she is a mother! A MOTHER!”
These four incidents are not something unique,but a regular stuff,yet how often do we try to understand the emotions behind them? I am not trying to force any moral lecture on you but how often does it happen that our parents scold us and we get angry over them,yet do we realize the sheer concern for their kids behind every word.And the incidents I mentioned,after being a lucky witness to them all I or anyone like me will say:
‘Maa tujhe salaam!’
And  the day we learn to sincerely love and respect our mothers  and return the gratitude towards them will be the day when we will learn to love and serve our motherland also and is this not the spirit of  patriotism every responsible global citizen should have? Just think and the answer is within you!

                               -SANA  SHAH

she

                                                            she
piercing through the darkness light does appear
breaking all the boundaries night disappears..

i can smell hr presence here around
but still to wait i am bound...

my life on lips till her giggle in airs'
this knot of ours is now tied for years...

with her every step she drives me to live more
till she is within i fail to desire more..

i am living till i am waiting for i am thinking
i don"t mind roads for that matter they are connecting..

her existance is the proof of my survival
her being makes my being mortal..

she is within but tell her to come fast
being my soul i need her to long last..

should she arrive or i should wait for her?
now plz don't hush and leave rest upon her...........

areej

Describing Myself

How do you describe something

...so sourly plagued of heart...

...so calculatingly full of deceit...

...so devilishly bleak of soul...

...so fiendishly self-centred...

I told you

Describing myself is not easy...

not all dare to row upstream without a map!