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 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 🙂

Home II

Enroute late night
And I am lost;
But in the darkness
I see a way

Oh yes it was fun,
But now it’s time
For me to be back
And on my way

So I am now heading the way,
I only knew at the time
To go to the place
I call my home

It is my destiny and my refugee,
It is my heaven and my dwelling
It’s where I go back to when I am lost

Now I am tired
And I wanna mend
All of that’s
Broken inside of me
And I just wanna go to the place I call my home

I know it’s a bit small
But it’s big enough
Maybe a bit messy
But that’s okay

I’ve been to places,
And beautiful and grand palaces
I’ve been to hotels
As well as stayed in motels

But none fit quite as right
As right as my own sweet home
It doesn’t have the best smell,
But has a quite comforting fragrance

I can see the paint come off
And I can see the naked walls
Yes the curtains are a bit crusty
And the door handles have been rusty

It now feels like a piece,
A unique artist’s piece

Now I’m becoming restless
Maybe I just need some rest.

Just now swerved to right,
And I can see some street lights
Now I feel like running away
But I just wanna run along
to my destiny;
to My home.

Yet another poem on home, because Home indeed is a most special place.

This is yet another one of my favourites, because this poem has my thoughts and words, just as they flowed in my mind, not much edited, but still beautiful. It’s good to express things sometimes without any alterations especially when about such a thing as the HOME’.

Hope you enjoyed it! See ya soon 🙂

Click here, to check out my last poem on Home 🙂


Into the blackness, I stare,
Into the darkness, I stare,
Only to see a light of hope
Only to see a light of home

I just wanna be back:
I just wanna be back home once more
But I am lost in my way
And I’m losing my hope

I see nothing ahead,
I see nothing behind,
I don’t see a path that leads
Leads me back to my home

I have now come far away
Far, far away from my home
I look all around me
But not a single familiar sight I see

I now see paths ahead of me,
Paths ahead of me diverged in directions different
I stand there and see as far as one’s eyes can see
But none I see diverges and leads
My pitiful soul back to my home

I don’t want the vanity,
I am about to lose my sanity,
I can no more distinguish the reality
I just wish to be home again
Back to my gravity.

I don’t want to be here anymore,
I wish to travel back on my steps
And return myself back to my home
Back to my home is where I belong

I then suddenly feel a jerk
It felt like my world falling apart
It felt as if the ground was taken away
It felt as if the end of the day

A jerk then again,
hit my head hard
a gush of cold wind
and my heartbeats rise

And then a sound I heard,
A some sweet angel call my name

“It’s time”; “it’s time”, the sweet voice said
Is it time for me to be back home?
“It’s time”; “it’s time”, once more it said

I felt a shiver go down my spine
But then a soft hand on my head I felt
A sweet kiss on my cheek
Another a sweet word on my ears fell:
“Wake up honey, it’s time for you”

So I opened my eyes being brave
Trying to be strong
To face my fate
And I saw a sight:
I was home again
Alas! I was back to my home again.

Home is always a special place to be. It’s a place of comfort and peace. It’s better than all the luxurious hotels and resorts of the world. No matter how big or small it may be, it’s always a beautiful place to confine in, A beautiful place to be. Home is like a small heaven in itself.

After traveling all the places, returning back home : the place where I started from, is always a pleasure.

Hope you enjoyed reading 🙂