Peace

Much romanticized,
peace of mind,
happiness; calmness
and heart at rest.

When all worries are done for;
when no thoughts bother anymore;
when time doesn't seem to run and
when there is nothing to fret.

Peace of mind is a mental state of calmness or tranquility, a freedom from worry and anxiety. Peace of mind is the all so heart desired state of being, that everyone wishes to have a ‘peace of mind’.

Yet however, I question if I would ever truly want peace of mind. It truly would be beautiful to be free of all worries and stress, but wouldn’t that make your mind a bit ‘plain’? Wouldn’t be that be less exciting?

With deadlines there is a rush, there is a goal. Deadline of preparing lunch before lunchtime, deadline of arriving at the bus-stop on time, all these small pieces might not exactly be considered as great deadlines, but I believe it is what keeps life going. Also when one has nothing on mind; one might get surrounded by the worry of having nothing to think about, thereby giving them more time to overthink and stay awake right?

Funny times, when we wish to be at peace; Peace is not a goal; it is not a destination, peace is in the moments of enjoyment, peace is in the belief that things will work out. One must find peace in things that one does, and not do things to reach to “peace”. Being satisfied is peace of mind; being happy is peace of mind; not caring about what others think is peace of mind.

Thanks for reading
Hope you have a peace of mind
Nabeeha Sayed Shaikh

My Parents

Their love story,
Lasted all along;
Because even though they’d fight,
They were always all ears to each other;
And even though they kept quiet,
They were always there for each other;
They knew that the other came with flaws;
But they never tried to perfect them.

Years passed by and many new days and nights they faced,
But every time rest assured they were,
Because they knew that even at times when the sun doesn’t shine,
They will always be by each other every time.

Now they celebrate years of being together;
For me they are an example of happiness forever.

Of course it’s not always smooth;
And there are days when things might not be too cool;
But each time when they need each other the most,
All the stress is forgotten and love always wins.

Today is to years of being together,
Over many difficulties;
It is to always being there for each other,
Over times of misery.
It is to making each other smile,
With jokes and laughs;
And it is to all the years of support.


This poem is dedicated to my parents who today celebrate years of being together.

Growing up, for me, my parents’s relationship has always been something to look upon, because I could see that no matter what, they were at all times there for each other and they made each other smile. Always together they cared for us.

So Congratulations and a Great Thanks to my parents for setting an example for me.

Sunrise or Sunset; They were always there for each other at worst and at best…

Thank you


Thanks for reading;
Until next time,
Nabeeha Shaikh

All things shape you;

A picture from 2021

Another a new year has passed and another a new year has come.

All things shape you: A poem

All things good and bad,
all encounters small and big,
all people strangers and family,
all days long and short,
all memories happy and sad,
all words sweet and sour,
all writings torn and preserved,
all moments enjoyed and disliked.

My 2021 in one line would be: All appetizers, main course and desserts served at once.

Wishing all a happy new year, a new moment and a new phase in life, another reason for a new beginning and new happiness.

_Nabeeha Shaikh

The cobbler boy

I was walking in a straight line,
When suddenly my leg twisted
And my shoe broke its spine
I stumbled but my balance soon I retained,
Only my beautiful shoe had lost its design

I saw a cobbler’s shop so nearby
It’s just round the corner I thought;
but when I approached, I saw none,
So, I thought maybe he’d gone for lunch.

I waited there to mend my shoes,
When a little boy I saw rushing towards the booth:
He looked famished and his clothes were altered,
And he looked no more than just a decade old.

Yes, how may I serve you he asked,
My ears astonished and my heart dropped,
He was too a young boy just like me;
The future of the nation on that street

My shoes he mended
It cost me a sum,
But in disguise a lesson surely I had learnt.

How privileged I was, yet how ungrateful I’d been
If he could work on streets,
why couldn’t I just wash some dish?
And so I pray for him and I pray for me.


Based on true experiences.

Not much explanation or caption on this post, but I’d jus like to say, Maybe give it a thought.

Until next time! See ya 🙂
_Nabeeha Sayed


Red Ink

Red Ink

Her project was incomplete, so she decided to pull an all nighter, but @2100 hours, her pen deceived her. It was the last one she’d stocked. With no other option, she decided to go to the shop down the street. This worried her friends; it was dark outside and none had ever dared to step after the sun had set. But getting suspended from school and then owning an explanation to her parents scared her more, than the darkness and the monsters that hunt for their prey in that dark.

Her friends prayed for her safety while she was gone, and made her promise to be back in 5 mins.

At 21:04, their hearts raced, she hadn’t returned yet. With the emergency number ready to dial, they waited for the longest minute to pass.

21:04:48 now, and she still hadn’t come. And as the seconds’ hand was passing from 11 to 12, a doorbell rang, and they rushed to find the creature that had left 5 mins ago, in relief they hugged.

However, one of her friends noticed that the red ink was leaking from the pen. “Nevermind” the latter replied, “I’ll manage”. And she went to her room to complete her work, with a pen dripping red ink.

Then one of the friends mentioned, “Wasn’t she needing a blue pen?, The teacher doesn’t permit the use of red ink. So why’d she get one?”

It took a minute, and then the other bent down to see and touch and then realise that the red ink was unnaturally thick and highly pigmented with a salty taste.


So what was the red ink was?
Still the main question is; how do you think it got there?
[Do lemme know in the comments below]

Creativity lurks_Thanks for reading 🙂

–Nabeeha Shaikh

Chapter_02. A decision — Yes/No

Continued from Chapter 1

Now there was a Gmail tab open on my chrome browser and a read email. A link that I could click, but a decision that I’d have to make……

Growing up, it was never my dream to become a doctor, it was more like my fathers’. I on the other hand, always aspired to work in the entertainment industry. But in my teen and later teens, I lost all my enthusiasm. Lost all my desires. It wasn’t that I was no longer interested, rather it was more like a mood swing. A sudden mood swin;, something that for some reason I don’t regret. But why remember my past now?

Maybe because my future was kept in front of me, formatted as an email. All the possible outcomes of me clicking that link occurred to me in that moment. All the things that could go wrong: My system could be hacked, it could be a stupid prank, I might loose all my data………..

But I was bored, bored of overthinking. “I never save anything personal on this device, neither am I rich enough to afford and maintain a bank account”, I said and casually clicked.


Click here, to read chapter 1. A subject-less email.

A love story

Your words,
engraved on my heart
all the stories you told to me…
of destiny.

Memoirs of you,
those small postcards,
movie tickets,
And the gift,
that you gave to me.

Saying you’ll always be beside,
you left me without a bye….

Gone forever
before I could realise.

But have I told you about love,
cause it stays when you are gone

And ours is a love story
like happiness and all glory

And we’re two hearts, but one beat,
right on melody.


A random post. No idea how I wrote it or why I wrote it. Creativity flows in stress maybe, cause I’m too stressed now and supposed to be studying Tertiary Economic Activities…..

They say “soulmates can’t go on if one is gone”, then what is “life goes on”?

So bye! C ya next time 🙂
Take care 🙂

The three magical words

Oh why is it so difficult to say,
The three magical words for one’s grace
Is it the ego that comes in between?
Or is it something that we don’t see?

Is being vulnerable your fear?
Or is it the fear of someone near?
Does it make you sad?; my dear,
Rather then, does it make you feel inferior to your peer?

Then know it’s okay,
And you may say;
No difficulties or shame
Had a bad year?
It’s okay! you just need a little cheer

Jus say the three magical words.


What are the three magical words?
Well it is “I NEED HELP”

Romanticized in the modern generation, the three magical words are generally understood as “I LOVE YOU” that is one’s expression of love to another, which often people are afraid to say. But I don’t think it is as difficult to say as “I NEED HELP”.

Saying “I NEED HELP” is very important, especially when you are in a state where you actually need help. And the reason I believe it is so difficult for most to say is because saying these words makes one feel needy; needy of someone’s help to get back on track. And often our ego or what we say Self-respect comes in between. However none look at this with rationality. When one can ask for help for example to move heavy objects around, then why is there shame in asking help to get rid of heavy weights off your chest.

Another difficulty could be finding the right person to say this. Often people are either too close to people to tell them or too unknown. I recently had a talk about ‘my helps’ with my mom not 2 days ago and now I feel a lot better. Half of the thing is getting it out your chest. Because one can’t go on inhaling without exhaling right? So jus try saying it and things will be good.

That’s it for today! Have you been able yo say this?

Hope you enjoyed reading! Until next time 🙂

The place where magic dwells

Where the darkness is consumed
And where the heart lies at rest,
No prejudice there men have
It’s a place my soul craves.

In that land, fairies dwell,
All magical seen all at once
But would I make the choice;
To leave everything behind?

All my family, here’ll stay,
Then will I be there in gay?

Yes, life here is difficult,
New rocks in between and new stops everywhere,

But, my people here I’ve got,
So maybe this time I’ll pass,
Alas! I might not get to see all the magic,
I might not be able to dance with the fairies
But I’m home with my family,
Where all magic and love never extinguishes.


This was surely a fun poem to write. Makes me wonder, that if we did have such a choice for eternal peace, would we exchange it for the life we now have? Let me know below!!

ps. My home: My utopia (Drop down your utopia)

Thanks for making it so far! Until next time, See you 🙂