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Letting Go

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When once moments of joy,
become moments of despair
when quitting seems not like losing,
but rather letting go;
leave what u r holding
tight in ur hands
for once a wilful friend,
now seems like a captive being forced
it is not necessary to smile
sometimes, let the tears roll
it’s time to let it go.

At times as friendships and relations mature, their bonds grow old and retire, it is human nature and our instinct at these times that tell us it is our responsibility to hold tight onto these bonds and mend them, it is a desperate attempt that we give to preserve what was once treasured out of our fear of losing what once we cherished.

However these futile attempts might leave us more miserable at times.
When letting go, we do not only allow someone to leave but also make space in our mind. Letting go is not letting go the friendships that was cherished, it’s not losing the treasures or the memories preserved, it is only walking ahead with them.

Thanks for reading, bye
Nabeeha

Some days

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It’s okay for some days to pass by
Without much accomplished tasks;
It’s okay for some days to just sit and see
Without much thought to appreciate beauty

Somedays will be lazy
And some will be burnt-out
It’s fine to take a break
And just lay in your couch

Some days there won’t be much to tick off
And it feels like a day wasted away;
It’s fine to zone out of the moment
To make moments in another space

Not all days you live; your heart will beat actively always (poetic reference only*)
Somedays it will be fast and somedays it will be slow (poetic reference only*)
The feeling of uselessness on you might grow
It’s okay to not have thought about others for a day

Its okay for days to not expect to wake up early
And its okay to binge watch late night tv (or youtube if you don’t have a tv*)

But these moments are momentary days;
with time they pass by
to pave ways for new mornings to come
and new days to be lived in joy

hence, some days sleep in
and wake up brighter and fresh
for tomorrow will be a better glory
tomorrow the sun shall shine more bright

and then spend time in smiles
shower your charm as you go by

I remember a time in last year; when I was overwhelmed; too overwhelmed for my own good. And from that time I remember the words my mom said to us on dinner table:

Whatever you do each day, give your fullest and do your best at it. Even if it’s being lazy, be lazy to the fullest. But then the next day get up and do your best.

_My Mummy

So it’s fine to be lazy, as long as you get up the next day.
You know we sometimes need a break from being our own selves and do NOTHING.
So it’s fine.

Bye, until next time
Nabeeha

A different love story

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She was a mammonite at best,
had greedy pursuit of riches

He was one of her acquaintances
And had a ventripotent’s quest

A contrasting pair
But they sufficed for each other:-

She was mastered in cooking the delicacies of the globe,
To feed him well the flavours of the world

And he was a man of decent fortune, enough to last a life,
To spend on all the gowns, she’d buy with his coins

So a simple marriage one day was held,
To unite both of them in Gods’ presence

…

Two days had passed since they’d wed
He was happy and well fed And She took care of his wealth

But soon like a storm came a shocking call
She picked it up and it took a toll
The man she’d married was in debt
Her dreams shattered and her plan had failed

Aggressive and mad and angry and annoyed
When his man came home,
She handed him a glass of wine
Sitting beside the ingle they drank
Together for the very last time

Their kirking now was into a funeral transformed
The couple who’d married and gone in a timwhisky two days ago
Now came in a car and in a casket engraved

With the same lips that she’d taken her marriage oaths,
She now recited his requiescat

Definitions:
mammonite: one devoted to the acquisition of wealth
ventripotent: having a large belly or appetite.
kirking: the attendance of a newly married person or couple at church for the first time after marriage.
timwhisky: light carriage for one or two people, pulled by one or two horses
requiescat: a wish or prayer for the repose of a dead person.
ingle: a domestic fire or fireplace.

Wrote this poem, with the use of some new found words,
Hope you liked reading it

Thanks for reading,
See you next time,
Nabeeha Sayed

creature

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Those nonchalant smiles,
innocent lies and calming eyes
ask for my attention
as they prey on my ignorance

just a blink of an eye,
and only for a second the shadow reveals itself
before they once again put on their mask
hiding the creature behind the curtains

I look away
and those smiles turn into grievous howls
those calming eyes, dripping blood from them
yet, when i look back once again
the bright light blinds me
into believing what i shouldn’t be

keep your friends close and your enemies closer;
but not taught how to differentiate well
and they know this–
their spell of charm,
always succeeds in throwing me off guard
before i fall prey to their innocence once more
and like a predator, they devour me with their screeching growls

but life comes a full circle,
and they don’t know if they’re the creature
i am their end
i fall for the tricks of theirs,
allow them to get a little closer to me
they make plans and i give them the temporary satisfaction
i play my part so well
all the theatre lessons put into use skillfully
and they never realise that-
i am the cause and creator of their plans
they move like pawns on my command
demanding only my dumb look to give them a hint of their success
but i do all this
only so that I can devour their bits
then it will be my chance to play dumb
as they feel themselves go numb…

Thanks for reading;
Until next time;
Nabeeha Shaikh

BEING AFRAID

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Because nothing scares me as much as-
Empty spaces and abandoned stages;
Ignorance in my mind and;
Nonchalant smiles;
Getting out of bed and
Anxiety shivers down my spine;
Fierce anger and
Rude talks to acquaintances of mine;
Absence of comforting faces;
Innocent lies and;
Deafening cries.

Try finding a pattern in the poetry !

Feels good to be back to posting on Friday 👍🏻

Thanks for reading;
Until next time;
Nabeeha Sayed

Peace

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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

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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

The cobbler boy

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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


The three magical words

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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

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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 🙂