Newspaper speaks something..;) and my hand made craft works:)

Newspaper cuttings... about me...

The craft items made by me....of waste paper....and other waste materials...

Dreams are fulfilled someday..:)

       A simple girl who believed in dreams..saw them fulfilled at life's most beautiful moment..writing poems and to express herself was her passion.. She dreamt to publish her poetry books and let the world know the things and thoughts hidden in her heart...
              On one beautiful day it turned out to be a reality and she achieved what she wished to.. Dreams can be fulfilled if we concentrate in our goals and put our best efforts and at the end after doing our best, we must leave everything to our Creator Allah Who will surely do the best for us:)
                Let's learn to be grateful to Allah and be always happy..it's the most important thing to learn.. it would be all useless if one pretends to be a knowledgeable man but can't live life nobly and selflessly...
                 Poetry is the language of heart.. and Insha'Allah I shall continue writing my heart's voice...My next book Insha'Allah will be published soon... The most important thing a person needs to succeed is to have wishes and duas of our parents, elders, and everyone who make our lives worth living...Remember me in your prayers and remember to dream and fulfill your wishes... because,
       Life is short,
     And of painful sort,
     But you have to glorify it,
     And fill colors in its every bit..:) 

The Dewa Fair 2009...

The Dewa fair started with wonders and glories, 

Just like the immense events in great stories.

The shopkeepers worked well arranging the articles in their shops,

And the various swings, Columbus, break dance, belongers prepared the nice swings at high tops.

The first night went on, people moved, shopkeepers sold,

All feeling good, enjoying well and ‘It’s gonna be great’ to everyone they told.

But O nature, great secrets you keep in your eyes,

And it started raining heavily even before the next day’s sunrise.

What a rain, that was,can be imagined just by nature bards,

More than half the land got submerged in water, it rained so hard!

Water followed the small apartments, the unlucky restaurants,

And did not spared even the small poor people’s tents.

Some pitiful restaurants got their cloth roofs torn, 

And felt really sad after viewing the cloth pieces which their shops worn.

The strong wind worsened the condition of many tents and stalls,

And the cricket ground got badly submerged after the disastrous heavy rainfall.

Some enjoyed it and moved happily in the watery ground,

Some got stressed observing the pitiful condition around.

The horses and buffaloes suffered along with their masters,

Poor visitors and shopkeepers too experienced such disasters.

The situation started becoming unbearable,

Then came the silver lining, as comes in all fables.

Finally the rain came to an end,

And the golden sunlight for drying the water was send.

The shopkeepers felt better and worked hard with their double power.

And they all succeeded in fighting with the rain-showers.

The saddest thing left was only this,

That the great night programmes were being missed.

Their cancellation made some visitors sad,

But to have the Dewa fair, each one was glad.

After two- three days, the fair regained its wonder and popularity,

And came the huge crowd both from villages and cities.

The fair weather too made it, the favourable place,

And the Dewa fair got back its great pace.

The crowd of men, women with infants in their arms,

Showed me some great human charms.

Young girls, boys and children too, crowded the way,

Some went, some came any random day.

The worst part of Dewa fair was the push and pull,

All trying to overcome each other to their full.

It seemed like the human ocean,

All swimming across to the farthest portion.

Here occurs the noise pollution,

And to overcome it, no solution.

It makes me feel amazed,

When at every personality I have slowly gazed.

What a coincidence that draws thousands of humans together,

And with the same motives of enjoyment, so many of them gather.

One evening these glories of Dewa fair will depart,

With great fireworks and lightnings, in the sky’s every part.

One evening the sky of Dewa, will become the brightest,

And then will return back, all the visitors and guests..  

                                                       

                                                      written by- 

                                                                  Anam Fatima

  

Lonely…am i?

                    Lonely…am I?

                        Written by Anam Fatima 

                                        Taken from- 'My Best Book Of Poems 2'

Heart, lonely of mine,

Draws, the silver line.

Soul, disheartened in time,

Heartbeats, forgotten their rhyme.

 

 My lonely path walks away,

From my soulmates, friends, in the passing days.

Pals now seem far,

And life seems a cold war.

Lonely i’m in this vast world,

Flying across the sky, like a miniature bird.

Looking at the setting sun,

Waiting for the dawn, when dream’s fulfillment shall be done.

But true lonely am i? I just doubt,

And my heart gives me a shout.

‘none is lonely, my dear friend,

Allah protects and supports us till the end.’

Loneliness, despair, then fled far away,

And spread a silver, hopeful ray.

We are all accompanied by even our own thoughts, desires, feelings,

Which some way or the other gives us soft, warm healings.

The Creator almighty has given us such treasures,

That accompany us forever, even in the moments of leisure.

Lonely, i can’t be, i now believe,

And the positive ways, i now perceive.

The Book Launch Programme Of 'My Best Book Of Poems 1 and 2'

Finally by Allah's grace and blessings this day arrived.. and it's really a beautiful time in the life of an author..

Me, reciting a poem of thanks to those who supported me to make this day a reality...

                                                          Unveiling of my book....

The changing weather

           The changing weather      
                   written by Anam Fatima
                        from the book 'My best book of poems 2'
Weather keeps on changing day by day,
But by bad weather we don’t change our way.
When storm comes, we don’t cry for it,
But we stand up and the unburnt candle we lit.

Weather changes with great ranges.
During storm we may move from our place,
But again we courageously continue our race.
When rain comes, we are not drowned by small drops,
But they refresh us and we move up to our imaginary high tops.

The weather becomes fine,
Again when the sun shines.
And so in cloudy days,
We must strive harder for the previous gays.

During failure of happy rains,
Scarcity of water and love may give us pains.
But you see, the lovely drops meet the earth again,
And once more with sweet rain-showers, the thirsty earth gains.

My poetry books.. 'my best book of poems 1 and 2'

Here are my first two poetry books.. finally got published after years of hardwork..

For the publication of my books, i thank Almighty Allah for his guidance and true love.. Allah provided me strength to bear all sorts of sorrows and to think positive in all adverse conditions..  
     Second special thanks to my parents for their support and true love.. it's all their hard work that i achieved this success..
    

 My dear brother approached the publisher at Delhi book fair and showed my poems to the publisher.. i love my dear brother for his cares and support and i thank him..

     My sisters too i thank for their love and cares..

Among my teachers i thank Sister Reena and Sister Teresa and Sir Sajan and Sir Shibu for being excellent teachers and for their motivation and guidance..:)

I also thank some of my lovely friends for their true friendship and support..they truly proved that they are my true friends..