Friday, June 22, 2018

*....NATURE....*

The birth of the nature with,
The ultimately alluring daylight exposure,
On every Mondays till Sundays,
Azure, vast sky above and cirrocumlus clouds,
With gentle, reinvigorate breeze;
Running like a high-sea, oscillating flora throughout;
Squalling all the way to fetch rain droplets,
The cloudburst, and drops of rain plummet,     
Laving and fresh the environment,                      The trees and grass babbling viridescent,              
Flowers halt to bloom from it's bud,
And petals seemed as overtaking one's heart;
Dancing of butterflies in the garth.
Whooshing of waves and scuttling of crabs,
On the moana shore,
The aquamarine shore meet the coast every hour,
Encounter of choppy river with deep sea;
Like a glitter mixing with water.
The Alpine and craggy mountains and their snow-capped pinnacle,
A picturesque vale and honeyed aqua;
Gracefully flowing on the mountain,
A scenic waterfall from the alp, viewed as paradise;
Bottle green forest zone as vast as ocean,
Pod of fluttering birds singing,                     
And fauna grazing over the ground.
Erupting of volcanoes,
Plus magma unfurl the surface with heat.
Sporadically; thunderstorm, flood, tornado and hurricane,
With rumbling , flushing, swooshing , and bellowing sounds.
Twilight and day no longer in view,
Darkness and night but a compact beam;                 
Galaxy and scintillating stars above,
The moon on the sky and firefly beneath,
Outspread of radiance on the boulevard,
Isn't the scenario is nature?
It's none but nature,
Artistry nature, artistry nature!
Frankly the NATURE has conquered against;
All odds and beauty of the world.
                                                                     
                                                                                                             
                                                                                                       BY           
                                                                                                                       Shamama Siddiqui



Sunday, June 10, 2018

....ABANDONED ME AT LAST...




Sometimes his little words of expression are so valuable that they make me remember about that time which we spent lively together,I can recall that I smiled because he was the reason behind that gleam, my eyes twinkled and glittered when I used to see him, I used to blush all the time because he was with me. Yes, I can say that I can recount  all those memories; those late hours ideal conversation, when it rained I could see his reflection in those falling drops, comforting me in those freezing hours ,hugging me when I got scared and cheering me every hour and I continuing blushing more, more and more. His vows always made me feel that he was forever mine. At every meeting I could feel verge of love in his words and could see that profound passion and love in his eyes; those days were a million dollar.But that contentment never lasted forever I don't know why?, he left me eternally and made me cry the whole life maybe that was the thing he desired for me at last, and his non-existence meant a solitary life.Those part of my life never let me forget him and persuades me to overlook on those expressions every time and I do cry even more.You lived in my soul dearest but O MAN!, you hurt me and abandoned me.. MY SOUL FOREVER , EVER and EVER.  

                                                                                                                       by 
                                                                                                                                                                        Shamama Siddiqui

Monday, June 4, 2018

A LESSON

It was never about an hour,
But a lesson of whole life,
To an elementary and pickney girl,         
Who abandoned a magnificent path,
Which led towards Almighty,
Never perceiving its merit,
Following and encountering the consequence;
Repulsing away,

Shunning malevolent,
Assimilated a lesson of,
Envisage a foremost way,
It's favour and blessings,
Obeyed it wholeheartedly,
Became buoyant and optimistic;
Due to her credence ,
Stayed serene till her existence.
by Shamama Siddiqui

Wednesday, May 30, 2018

`LASSIE'S UTMOST CHARM`
 As sweet roses spread on the bed,
So as lassie's brick red hair fled,
Across the aperture and glimmer;                   
She be dreaming naively,
Unfamiliar about enclosing.
Her closed almond eyes with drooping lashes,
Enchanted the way around.
Her rosy cheeks blushed and bosom like blossoms;
Those dulcet pouty kissers seemed as rose quartz;
Her shimmered face divulged innocence.
Through her utmost beauty attraction;
That glamorous figure conquered my heart,
As twilight behind her charmed
So as the crimson roses allured,
They both uttered a verdict,
That their delicacy was just a teaser,
Lassie's grace that heavens describe;
That grace thus world acclaim,
Was yet more than a movie.
She being an attractive and appealing beauty,
On which all left their soul and heart forever.
by Shamama Siddiqui



Monday, May 28, 2018

A GLIMPSE OF THE ORBS

A random glance it was,
For a second or two,
In a polar frigid hours of light,         
To hazel iridescent optic,
A perception it concocted,
An agitation it divulge;
Trepidation,woebegone,pessimistic and despondent,
It avow with more aureate orb and sparse cilium.
As her eye lashes droop on every subsequent,
Menace outspread over her lovely face.
Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow!
Claim every second of circumjacent,
Oh! The darling abruptly evanesce,
A truly random glance,
That's what the vision was.
by Shamama Siddiqui.

Sunday, May 27, 2018

**LASS**


A contemporary girl,

Thinking of bygone,  
         
Wept over it,

No one to solace her,

Felt herself as an isolated lass ,

Pondered deeply, endeavoured,

To exist for herself,

Survived for with her soul for the rest of her life.


by Shamama Siddiqui


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