Thanks To The Creator

O Creator thank you for this lovely gift,
This lovely life which moves in a swift.
It contains both days and nights,
Today it may be dark, but tomorrow with colored lights.

The trees, breeze, roses and honeybees,
Make us relaxed and our minds at ease.
The kites, birds, clouds and sky,
Give us calmness and a wish to reach high

The beautiful nature alongwith the sun, moon and stars,
Give us a great pleasure of what we are.
The oceans, lakes and mountains,
Inspire us to keep moving alongwith the pretty fountains.

We challenge the difficulties coming on our ways,
After being inspired by the sparkling sun rays.
Beautiful colors are added in our lives by the rainbow,
By which our sorrows and sadness just go.

We smile by watching the smiling pretty flowers,
And we enjoy in the heavy rain showers.
O Creator thank you for creating such a lovely nature,
This is the source of guidance, even in things miniature.

 

The Dreams

The dreams in the brightness of eyes,
The dreams in the sudden tide's rise.
Will be true one day, with a sunny sun,
One day you'll win, after finishing your run.

The dreams in the depth of innocent hearts,
The dreams in the colors of artist's art.
Will shine with the sparkling rays,
Like the spark of victory over life's dark ways.

The dreams in the smiles of cheerful mates,
The dreams in the heartbeats that goes with fates.
Will be a sweet truth one day and a real happening,
And you'll have high flying, winning wings.

The dreams, passions and burning desires,
To achieve excellence and have dear ones to admire.
Will be fulfilled and come to your life's window pane,
To make you best and remove past pains.

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....