Unforgettable March

Unforgettable March

Polished shoes, stunning coat, creased pant with shinning face.

First March and the shining sun.

I was going to school after a long break not for studies but for my friends.

“Teacher gossiping all around”

Smiling faces of the day never came back.

Unforgettable March never came back

It ran away day after day.

On the next day it was all over again.

The bus on stop and the police was my dad.

He used to stop.

Lacing the shoe and horn of bus makes me to forget all the stuff.

My nose used to be on my forelock.

The tie without knot used to fly.

Alas! My winter notebook was having only name of mine, that too many and with little art of mine.

Alas! Unforgettable March never came back.

Incomplete work was making my fingers bad.

I was trying to make stunning records.

Oh my life! Writing of months let you feel the deeds you make.

Somehow I used to win in some terrains.

While in others I ran away.

As I know I may live to fight another day.

I used to make myself strong.

I was standing all alone.

Teacher was starring with temper of sea and shouting like wolves in night.

 Alas! Tears on sun don’t look nice.

Alas! Unforgettable March never came back.

Oh! those friends

Shining faces make clouds to change their way.

                                                Shoaib Bakshi

Seasons make me feel I am alive.

Seasons make me feel I am alive.

Love can come out through nest as ants come out in summer.
You can hold it forever,
If you will only be a season.
I know nature has seasons that too many.
Alas! I love them when they fall.

If seasons will change everyday.
Then, years will be so short
And, man will fall.
I am like a bird.
I can see the round world.
I have belief as I have on my wings.

Keep me at your home.
I will be your shining cloud.
Take me into your room.
In winter,
I will be the curtains of the window near your bed and near to your arm.
In spring,
I will be the pane of a window , where you will see your face in transparent glass .
In summer I will be the tap where you will wash your face and when it will fall I will be pillow where you will lie.
In autumn,
I will be the blanket which you will hold in the morning.

In my life you are the seasons,
And the seasons of my choice which make me feel I am alive.

                                                   Shoaib Bakshi

Struggles of Life

Struggles of Life

The things are in your eyes.

Struggle is the life.

The Day fall to night,

And night fall to day.

The moon around earth,

And earth around sun.

People around you,

And you surround them.

Struggles are in life.

Lives are in terrain.

Rivals are your friends.

Dreams are your enemies.

Struggle lies in between.

Sword can be your hope.

Shield is just a name.

In Life you are all alone.

Untended and untoward

Your dreams are your crop.

Life is a race.

 In which you fall from sky.

And, what will cry do?

Think the moment, when you see sun through branches of tree.

It seems like it’s near to tree.

Deception is always near to you.

The world has changed like everything else.

But does anyone know?

 You can’t jump over the river every time.

The hard time of life is when you mix your tear with sand.

Struggle is something which exists between belief and thou.

Some questions remained unsaid.

By, thinking of your past.

Will you go to core?

And, by thinking of your future?

 Will you touch the sky?

Something is for you

Find a way and run on that in end you will have great thing in hand.

And,

When you believe ignorance can be bliss.

When you believe life switches as season.

When you believe you were born for purpose.

Then you wouldn’t for whatever comes to you.

When desert will receive rain out of blue.

Then there will be a day when you will see everything falling into your favor and reality of world will be open and fully transparent to you.

Then there will be a day when you will have your own well in their desert.

I have answer of life.

You are incomplete until your life is complete.

I can see phases in life.

When there is veil between father and his son and then the veil in between falls and then father close his eyes to make him & himself free.

He who fights and run away may live to fight another day

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