MAM’s THE WORD…

“Himanshu come up here
Don’t be afraid my boy”
Trembling I went upstage
Shaking like a spring toy!

When I looked ahead of me
All I saw was a scary crowd
I stood there to recite my rhyme
But then silence felt too loud!

Nervous, sweaty &scared
I turned and looked behind
There she stood in silent support
I had a notion less blank mind

She said, “You can do it
And if not you, no one”
It pushed me through, I did it
And since then its been fun

She my Teacher, my mentor
Had so many lives to steer
And yet she was so simply great
We all fought out our fear

When she had said her wish
We felt her hearty trust
And we faired out of problems
As she had thought we must

You helped me talk and dream
And then how to justify
My words and my ambitions
Which I wanted to satisfy

You pulled me out of the troubles
And nurtured me throughout
You treated your son the same way
I swear ‘Mam’ I don’t doubt

All that I’ll achieve ahead
Is a secret gift from you
I’ am glad I had u mam
Wish all were blessed not few

You pointed out my drawbacks
You patted my back for ‘good’
I see those times just flash by
I would live them if I could

Your teaching, preaching, blessing
In anger your class walkouts
Pampering us when emotional
And those professional shouts

I can’t repay your favours
It’s godly what you have done
I’ll always be your dear student
And you’ll be my second “Mum”

SHAHISM

THE LAST TIME…

The first time you “Noticed me”

Was the first time I did so

The first time you smiled at me

I skipped a breath I know

The first time you spoke to me

Was the first time I loved sound

The first time you walked with me

I did walk ab-ove the ground

The first time that you touched me

Was the first time I was felt

The first time I saw you cry

It happened, my heart just melt

The first time you got angry

Was the first time I felt wrong

The first time you said ‘sorry’

I felt apology was some song

The first time our eyes met

Was the first time I saw pearls

The first time I felt ‘love’ for you

I wondered why I fought girls?

The first time I told you my ‘feelings’

Was the first time I was sure

The first time you just shied away

I got dis eased, no cure…

The first time you accepted

Was the first time I went numb

The first time that you blushed

I blushed too, how dumb

The first time you fought with me

Was the first time I fought myself

The first time you deserted me

I was left just with myself

All you did made the first impact

But everything could not do

As the first time you loved me

Was the last time I heard ‘love u’

Shahism

ANJAAMEY-ISHQ..

Terey saath muhobbat ka

Itna sa karam hoga…

Tu bhul bhi jayega

Par mera sanam hoga!

Guzri hui baton main

Jazbaat naram hoga…

Main haarke hans lunga

Tujhey jeet ke bhi gam hoga!

Dil tod key yun mera

Tujhko ye weham hoga…

Main dam tod chuka hun

Par wo toh aham hoga!

Tujhey cheen ke laun toh

Ye tujhpey sitam hoga…

Tu khud mere dar aayega

Gar ishq main dum hoga!

Terey saath muhobbat ka

Itna sa karam hoga…

Tu bhul bhi jayega

Par mera sanam hoga!

Shahism

LOVE OR GAME ???

You loved me for a reason

Now you hate me for the same

I do not understand why

Is it “love or some game?”

“You care about everyone

You make everyone smile”

For this you used to love me

Now you find this futile.

Now if I care about anyone

It’s not that he or she means more

It’s just my basic thingy

Which sweet though, you find sore

I lie when  my gut feels

When truth can be let out

Now for every word I say

You look upon as doubt

When we realized we loved “us”

I told relation is “Blind trust”

You trembled through the dilemma

And gave up asking “Why I must?”

I always had some trouble

Knocking to know your good

I didn’t know you felt bad

Coz I believed you understood

You found out it was enough

For you to keep ‘understanding’

Things I said you felt “lies”

As if I was just pretending

The real test of love or faith

Is not when fresh and clear

But the real colors show up

When people stay in smear

I wonder did you even love me

Or for my love you, did ‘reciprocate’

Because my love has not tarnished

And you look in exhaust state

Well I didn’t want my feelings

To be the reason of your pain

Your happiness all I wish for

But still I’d ask again…

“You loved me for a reason

Now you hate me for the same

I do not know what u did

Loved me or played some game?”

Shahism

Relations...

          It is said that every relation has something in common and that is the thread that bonds n establishes it ,that very thread is called Faith by a few; Love by some others andUnderstanding by the rest. It does not matter what name people give to the bond building element but at the same time it is good if people know that all of them are a common form ofLOVE…Love being one of the most basic and yet one of the most mystifying and complex thing that has existed at par with nature.


          We might not consider it so or for the sake of argument can say that it can be the other two elements as well that is, faith or understanding; but how can a mother have faith on her new born or understanding for that matter…? Its love that is the primary color whose derivatives we use, it's the inclusion of all the forms of bonding emotions like black is the presence of all the colors . The supreme truth will always remain that "LOVE MAKETH LIFE WORTH LIVING", and it is because of the obvious sole reason that how much ever complex love might be but once you feel its presence in your life it simplifies everything in your life .


          The most unique thing about this emotion is that it can be have and had with anyone and anything; that exists or is imaginary and that u know or not. Isn't it amazing to acknowledge that such a simple five letter word changes the multicrore dimensions of our lives, and not just our lives but also of those who come in our influence . It makes everything appear to be more promising and beautiful than the usual self and that is why it is said about love, "it is the magical gift of GOD that should happen to everyone at least once so they might understand how beautiful has he made the world and thank him for that".


          Once it happened so that a student asked his teacher, "What one thing would you teach me after which I won't need to study?" The teacher replied to his pupil, "I'll teach you how to love a subject, and then you would learn everything out of shear interest without effort!" that is the magic of love be it anything or anyone It works…

Shahism

A raindrop may look too small to eyes but somewhere a thirsty flower awaits its fall.



      Life may not culminate as a mass of shredded grieves, but it can very well extrude up from the crap and exult at its fragrant future .We need just to find the right person who can direct our emotional turmoil to an endlessly intimate but delicately worked out relation.


      This we call as the boom of love and the one who generates it in our soul is a cupid; it may exist as parents, friends and as soul mate; depending on who strikes earliest. Everyone has a hidden psycho-fear regarding expression of hearts Alma-mater fearing that it would be disregarded by some one they try to exhale it out to. But this can be easily overcome by the mantra of "mine", that is considering everyone to be yours and being everyone's in the bargain. Life is so mystically simple that if you get one end of its loop you can unwind the rest, but the crux lying in revealing that hidden end.


      That's when we need someone who understands us quite well and thus can help us sort out this anagram, the HIDDEN END. Love in life is just for the sake of discovering what lays hidden beneath its mist, and then rising above it to unleash your potent harmonizing being.


Shahism

faith..?

To get through a crowded road

I helped a blind man cross

He’d held my hand and walked

And landed safe, as faith it was…

When someone is counting his breaths

And is sure that he’ll or may pass

A doctor treats him day in-out

And he lives, as faith it was…

A man made history in athletics

As crippled he ran in 11^th pause

People had doubted that he cannot walk

But he ran, as faith it was…

With faith man sailed myths

With faith he had flown

He even won half the world

But where is that faith gone..?

Shahism…

HEY SIS…

The first time I loved some crying

Was that of a sweet little girl

She didn’t have a name to call

But for me she was very special.

As she grew up she was pampered

All her demands were met

She cried for ‘ice cream’ at mid night

And all those things I won’t forget.

She had more than existing emotions

As she checked them out in mirror

She’d cry at the sight of clowns

And laugh at the scenes of horror.

She was sweet and cute, ’no reason’

With a lucid angel smile

Anyone who met her by the by

Just forgot his worries awhile.

And now that she has grown up

To stand by my side as a friend

‘This is the same little girl? ‘

Seems hard to comprehend .

She, my SIS is one in all

My pal, strength, my secret diary

I didn’t even realize when it happened

That my angel turned out into a ‘Fairy’.

Shahism…

JUST SEE!

When I intend to be funny

You find me “serious” though

And when I am actually “serious”

You find me ‘not so’!

When I love u honestly

You say “stop flirting around”

And then when I’ am flirting

You say “Romantic you sound”!

When I praise you earnestly

You complain that I am lying

And when I don’t notice things

You feel that I’ am not trying!

When I genuinely care

You ask me “quit pretentions”

And when I fail to ask your well

You say I don’t give ‘attention’?

When I tell you I ‘missed you’

You ask if no one was there,

And when i’ am unable to convey so

You casually say “you don’t care”!

I agree we have differences

But together we are still fine

We don’t have any stupid relation

What we have is more divine.

It’s not that I’ am complaining

I just want u to see

I’ll love you at any cost

Though different we might be.

Shahism…