The Sunset

It has seen you staring back at it
It has seen you struck in awe
It has seen you get excited and your face lit
It has seen you shift your gaze from high to low

It gives an inner tranquility
It signifies moments of love
It speaks utter volumes with its beauty
About the creativity of the One above

You have seen people point at it
Admiring it's elegance with a smile
You have seen couples hold hands while watching it
It's warmth making their relationship travel that extra mile

The calm blue sky & the white clouds make way
For a powerful fiery form to stand out
It just looks such a pretty mix of colours that stay
For as long as I can admire without any doubt

After a long day at work I instantly know
There couldn't have been a better moment in the day
The pure satisfaction I achieved from where I saw
And the appreciation of the end of another day

Wherever you see it from, as far as your vision will reach
You will, like me, be left to silently ponder
Whether it’s from the end of a road or the shore of a beach
Why don't I see the sunset more often? -I wonder

My Bus Journeys

So I realized it’s been long

Since I synthesised a poem of my own

Thinking of a subject this came to mind

Where buses r the object coz there was nothing else I could find!

But my bus journeys r entertaining, so this should be a good read I hope

For both me n you when we're procrastinating, so lets begin: at the bus stop

You know the feeling when a bus is coming, and you think 'Oh finally it's here!'

Just to realize that it won’t be stopping, it’s too packed- no room for us- our biggest fear

So standing in the cold in the morning, we wait for the next bus to arrive

And although '10 minutes' on the screen is flashing, its funny how everyone throws glances at the screen literally after only counting five

And when the next bus can be seen from a distance, everyone reluctantly edges forward

And a queue-ish like thing is made with some resistance as everyone's secretly chanting one 4 letter word.

Stop!...but this one also goes past whizzing, and someone tries so hard to run behind it to bang with a pole!

Though I'm getting late, I can't help but find it amusing, at how everyone's expression changes: from hope to 'what the hell!' on the whole

So now let's say we finally get on board, allow me to narrate what I've witnessed during the journey

For every time I commute there's always something to add to the record, be it about someone else or about myself, there's always something funny

I've sat next to a lady who had nothing much to say, but instead started singing aloud

And when the whole bus looked my way, I wasn't sure if I should have felt proud?!?

I've sat next to someone who slipped into deep slumber, and fell asleep in the evening traffic

And I had to wake him up which took forever, as my stop was next-what an annoyingly funny freak!

And then there was this one time when a man who was switching seats at every stop, lost his balance

And whacked me with his walking stick real hard on my leg, a rare incidence (thank god!)

And another lady who wasn’t holding the pole tight enough and this one deserves claps

For as the bus turned a corner she swung around and sat straight on a man's laps!

A friend of mine once grabbed a lady's hair in an attempt to reflexly hold the pole

And she shot us a horrible look , as if by what she'd done we were having a ball

Another friend went flying to the front with her head landing on someone’s shoulder

And someone banged his head while going to the front coz the bus jerked, and hand in hand was a toddler!

Speaking of everyone having their imbalances, I’ve had my bad days as well

Where I missed the bus step and straight on my knees I fell

Reflexly to save myself I put my hands in the air

And managed to instead push a security guard who gave me a long stare!

I didn't know what to do for as much as I was embarrassed, I had this sudden urge to laugh

But funnily no one around me found it funny enough

So I quickly apologised and headed to a seat behind

Where I could hide my face away and finish off all the laughter that I could find

But every time I tried to stop, my brain hit replay

And the whole scene would come up again, my laughter would not stay at bay

And I still manage to crack up , as I write all of this today

Bus journeys are entertaining despite all the 'delay!'

A long day multiplied by no sleep at 2 AM equals the product below...

It was nearly two in the afternoon. I was getting paranoid. I didn’t know what would happen when I’d see you. I just wanted this meeting to be over as soon as possible. After this, indeed would come my freedom.

I was seated on my own at a table in the corner when I saw you. You had your back towards me and I did not dare touch you. But nevertheless I kept looking at you wondering what you had in store for me today.

When finally I turned you towards me I was shocked. You looked a lot more different than what I had expected. You were much taller than what I was told and not at all what I was hoping for. Immediately I knew that this wasn’t going to be a good time.

You couldn’t talk to me and I didn’t feel like telling you anything. Still, you wanted me to answer your questions- the answers to which I had not. That’s because you asked me to explain certain things that I had never thought would be relevant for this day. Why did you do this? I was so prepared to tell you all that I thought but you never gave me a chance. You really were different. If only I would have been informed.

You weren’t fair even one bit. Surely this meeting couldn’t have been any worse? I sat there for one and a half hour trying hard to figure you out and I think you clearly enjoyed seeing me in this frustrated state, for every question that you asked, was progressively worse than the previous. To top it up, you knew that I wasn’t in a position to do much to you. It was like you had the upper hand and I did not like this tone of yours at all.

Indeed, I was glad when our time was up. But my freedom did not bring me the joy to the extent that I was hoping for. I wanted this to end in a nice way; amicably if you like. But seems like you didn’t want this to happen to me either. It’s over now and I try not to think about it; but whenever I do, I still think you let me down…I think you really did.

PS: For those of you who are getting worried for me, STOP. I am not undergoing any emotional saga in my life (Thank God for that!). All I’m doing is complaining about an exam I had recently, with an exaggerated expression instead of: ‘Ok this exam was hard!’ If that feels dodgy, go back and read it again: this time with an exam in mind! :)

I like

I like humour that doesn’t need to be retold, to make u laugh...only recalling it is enough to get u into fits

I like intelligence which is not screaming to make you notice...its silence however speaks volumes

I like appreciation that does not have to be decked up with words...but when said while looking in the eye means a lot

I like company that may not necessarily be by my side all the time...but its presence makes up for all the times of its absence

I like conversations that do not have to be lengthy, to get you interested...but are fun and honest to be worthwhile remembering

I like fun that doesn’t have to be planned in advance, to be counting down to...but is spontaneous enough to enjoy every moment

I like arguments that aren't impulsive or full of taunts, but where…with all due respect, both sides allow trains of thoughts to be built

I like responses that do not have to be chased to be received, but…are received as soon as the question is raised

I like... a lot more things…but to end on a lighter note

I like sleep that doesn’t need tosses n turns for its arrival…simply placing the head on the cold pillow sends u off to dreamland

PS: I’m going there rite now!:)

Colours ...in Gaza

As much as colours have a cheer and excitement essence,

The people of Gaza perceive them with an utter difference.

The scene in Gaza is one that sees a mixture of colours,

While they rightfully claim 'The land that you so barbarically snatch is ours!'

If red represents affection and love,

In Gaza, it is the blood of a close one, who has now gone above.

If green represents the beauty of nature,

In Gaza, it is the liberty hidden in the country's flag, which Gaza asks for from its snatcher.

If black represents courage and confidence,

In Gaza, it is the smoky atmosphere and the sooty winds which too have reached peaks of tolerance.

If blue represents eternal water bodies and peaceful skies,

In Gaza, it is sensed as feelings of lows, as news are received when a relative dies.

If purple represents grandeur and royalty,

In Gaza, it is just a consequence of a bombing that has left bruises which will not erase even with difficulty.

If white represents peace and tranquility,

In Gaza, it is the fear observed on the faces of the innocent children, wondering when good times will be in their visibility.

If yellow represents illuminating light and vibrance,

In Gaza, it is light that scares, raises the fear of being attacked, a most likely chance.

It is utmost inhumane to receive definitions of colours in this sense,

Then why does Gaza have sufferings to such immense?

It is important for the whole world to comprehend,

We need to help restore the true colours for the people of this land.

Guess The Word!

So about a year back, I wrote this poem and tonight at almost the same time - 2 30 AM- I feel this poem suits my mood very well! Hence the post...

7 letters end the joy
7 letters make me say oh boy!

The first 4 make you a bore
The rest 3 added, allow you to scream more

Wondering what the word actually is
No not yet will I tell, you will have to continue reading this

I mite go on & on until I wish to stop
Or I mite be lucky enough if the word just goes, I hope

So far there seem to be no signs of it fading away
Its just clinging to me, oh dear! Is it yet to stay?

I’m thinking of ways to get it off me
Hmm ...what can I do? Common...lets see

I could go to the beach, which sounds excellent, wow!
But I’m afraid that’s not something I can really do now

So I need to think of strategies to help me for the moment
Can’t someone help me? About their holidays... how have they spent?

But again there is no one to ask,
It’s just me & notepad, no one else on this task

Coming back, you must have figured the word I suppose,
The mood of this poem may give you an answer that’s very close

If, still, you feel, you haven’t a clue
I suggest you've got to read paragraph two

You’ve got the 4 letters already you just need to add three
And there you have your word, and that’s what’s clinging to me

Sadly, it’s not left me as yet, but a lil’ has at least gone
So nearing the end of this poem, the word is also known

In the end we've both benefitted, despite all this mess
You've got your word and...My BOREDOM is getting less! :)

Your longest flight...

You get welcomed aboard in hands that love you

And you have no idea to make out who is who

All you do is cry away because you're sumwhere new

But this is the journey where you get to prove ureself-if only you knew...


As a welcome you get priviledged and a secret is whispered in your ear

You keep quiet for a while and it is the Adhaan that you hear

Followed by the Iqamah you now enter the world of Islam

Where Allah is ure Lord and your book is the Quraan.


At birth you aren't much aware of your destination

But later you do realise that like all journeys, this one must have a termination

This flight is unique where you can make a decision on board

And pick from a choice of two, that which will be your final abode.


As you grow up you realise that the good has a place of its own

That which glitters, which is called Jannat, to which you'd like to be flown

And Jahannum is the dwelling for those who are evil doers

A place you don't want to transit nor arrive in, that which is for disbelievers.


But your flight only follows the directions you give it

So you make up a map for your journey with your deeds, bit by bit

Your compass is the guidance you get from your fellow Muslims and your community

And you learn from previous passengers, be it Prophets or those who showed enmity.


To assist you, Allah has bestowed you with intellect

This gives you the power to differentiate and select

Good over evil if you want your arrival into a place filled with gems & fountains

And the arrow on your compass now points in the opposite direction to the place filled with fire and serpents.


So there you start: being generous and pious, obedient and honest

Fulfilling that which is compulsory and being at your best

Refraining from anything that makes you a bad human being

While abstaining from the forbidden, in all aspects of speaking, hearing or seeing.


For your service, your inflight entertainment includes mosques and islamic schools

Where the entertainment is so splendour it penetrates your soul and becomes your tools

That prevent you from any mishaps and calamities while you are heading towards your goal

And explain your journey and its unknown time period so you can understand your role.


And you are blessed with wealth that outbeats gold & silver

That you have to learn to use carefully & wisely, but not like a miser

It's all in your hands, you choose and have your own say

But do not allow a second of your time to run away.


So stop back and think where are you heading to for a moment

You don't know how long you have before all your 'wealth' is spent

You have the longest flight infront of you that you will never experience again

So fill out your arrival forms to read the destination of all gain

And do not lead your flight, your life, in utter vain...