The story of Muhammad..
A messenger, a prophet..
secluded himself  in the cave of Mount Hira
until one day the revelation came down to him
and the Angel Gabriel (Jibreel) appeared to him
and said loudly: "Read!"
Poor Muhammad was illiterate,
Admitted his lacking..
he said to the angel: "I am not a reader."
The angel took a hold of him
and squeezed him as much as he could bear,
and then said again: "Read!"
Prophet Muhammad said again :
"I am not a reader."
The Angel again seized the Prophet
and squeezed him and said:
"Read! In the Name of Your Lord,
Who has created all that exists;
who has created a man from a clot,
Read! And your Lord is the Most Generous,
Who has taught the writing by the pen,
who has taught man that which he knew not."
Read Muhammad Read... be brave at heart
A prophet must read!

He gave me tulips
But I wanted roses
He bought me golden ring
But I wished for a diamond
He took me to the beaches
But I preferred the malls
He suggested the movies
But I loved  my cosy home
He played football
But I loved the indoor games..
He read only newspapers
But I took all novels to bed
He ate rice and curry and kebabs
But I adored Chinese, Indian ..
in fact all types of food..
He hated vegetables...
Woo... but I adored salads..
He loved his comfort zone
But I loved the adventures...
Between night and day...
Between North and South...
Between someone like me
and someone like you..
Could we ever ever fit in between?
Mad... Off he went to his country...
and left me all alone to ponder...
of how.. of why.. of will... of what...
This opposite attract ...
Love and hate...
hate and Love....
Searching for just a tiny bit of similarity...
so this love could last till eternity...

In a deserted land..
Maryam was crying in pain...
All alone in a desert...
She crawled to the nearest palm tree
Leaned her heavy body against it...
She was giving birth to her child...
and she was experiencing the greatest pain,
She had no one except her god
and god protected her...
She heard a whisper...
"shake the trunk of the palm towards you
and fresh, ripe dates will drop down onto you.”
She thanked god for the love and care...
For her and the newborn... a miracle child..

The crispy ginger bread
for tea.... has gone.
Impatient Hansel turns around
yelling, shouting, screaming...
Oh no! Not my door again!
What a new fresh ginger fragrance!

Love melts us in one atmosphere
When we breathe
but there seems to be  no more air
Love melts us in one desire
When we hold each other
Two hearts melt together
still we hold each other tightly
inseparable...in this one honored
place
Heaven...

as obedient as my cat
who waits for me at the door
and jumps to kiss my tired feet
from a hectic long day
standing at lecture rooms

as obedient as my cat
who climbs excitedly on my bed
and licks my feet again
at the break of dawn..
just to inform me..
"wake up silly lady...
Its time for a morning prayer"

as obedient as my Harry
who sits next to the praying mat
and patiently observes
and waits till a prayer is done..

What a sweet way  to start a fresh new day...
with an obedient four legged son called Harry
who is loyal and cute in his
own sweet way....

Here we are once again..
Welcoming the holy month of Ramadhan
The Muslims all over the world
Seize this opportunity to strengthen our faith
By reading Al-Quran... and praising Allah through the day..

Let us Celebrate this holy month of Ramadhan
By submitting ourselves to our creator
Seeking  forgiveness from Allah
Purify this sinful soul, Cleanse our heart and mind
It's a month that helps us ward off evil,
Removing from our hearts a dark veil.

Our Muslim brothers and sisters
gather in the mosque at night
Our nights are full of prayer,
to Allah our thanks we share.
From dawn to dusk we fast and pray.
Hungry and thirsty, we are only human..
But... For Allah’s sake
We fast during Ramadhan...
We feed our soul with prayers
Do the best for our Allah and our religion..
We do charity for those in need,
Teaching ourselves  to do good deeds
And gratitude...
We welcome Ramadhan..
Month of purity, month of charity..
Month of prosperity...

A Linguistics book shouts
Read me.. Read me...
Reading hard and Dozing off..
Who's fault is it?
The book or the reader?

The last Ramadhan we weren’t together..
A lot of hurt and pain in the heart..
What is past should remain in the past..
On this new holy Ramadhan..
Let us forgive and forget…
Let us reunite in love, joy and peace…
May our hearts be pure from hate..
may our souls be free from rage and evil…
Have the heart of fasting and prayer
and light the darkness in our hearts….
On this holy Ramadhan……
Welcome Ramadhan, the blessed visitor.
May my Ramadhan be blessed..
and yours too….

Afternoon nap, a siesta!
the spectacular view,
but eyes are told to shut
the sound of the ocean waves,
but ears are made to close
Perfect siesta!
The mind is dancing with the ocean waves..
The sea breeze is massaging the tired skin..
Dreams of heaven in my mind
Far off places, far away from this life
Relaxing...
The body, the mind and the soul...

Strange Night...
Everything looks so queer
Walking on this strange land
When everything looks so unfamiliar...
Follows the heart that travels the mind...
Leading me to a strange path
Ending up in a dark alley...
With a strange someone...
So bizarre looking... so bizarre...
A dangerously looking man...
In the darkest place..
in my mind...
Strange....

The coldest day of winter
Snowflakes fall on the rooftop
Beautiful white velvet carpet
all around,
silky white garden...
The sun is sleeping all season
So does the heart of mine..
Frozen cold...frozen the memory of you
Just like the frozen winter
Our heart will silently melt away...
buried deep within the ground...
The silence is eating me...
the winter breeze...
sends the chills down my spine
and suddenly I feel like Flying,
flying high with my little wings
Searching for love that never fails

Just like the fallen snow
My heart soon melts and again I forgive
Sing again a love song
To a chorus that is the night
With the orchestra leads by the crickets
and the moon will shine again
Shine, shine velvet moon
Till last you fade from sight

My winter's love
a season of nightmare
When you left me alone
in the coldest night
But gentle heart only knows love,
and Hears sweet love in the songs you play
Where this heart swallows play and die
and love stays, stays forever in gentle dream
Beneath the candles in the sky
let us swear to forget winter foolishness
and start again... our love rendezvous...
Love stays...  another season... another year..
forever...

Rose smiles as she receives a bouquet of roses
with a cute heart shaped card written...
"Read roses for a beautiful girl named Rose"
It isn't her birthday or any special day
But the roses came and brighten up her day...
She knows this isn't the first and last time
that the red roses would appear.
For someone who loves roses and a girl named Rose
is sitting in a cubicle next to her...

When I m Dead,
Your Tears May Flow,
But I Wont Know,
Cry For Me Now, Instead..

When I am Dead,
You Will Send Flowers,
But I Wont See,
Send them Now, Instead..

When I M Dead,
You Will Say Words Of Praise,
But I Wont Hear,
Praise Me Now, Instead..

When I am Dead,
You Will Forget My Faults,
But I Wont Know,
Forget them Now, INSTEAD…!

When I am Dead,
You Will Say I Was Great,
If You Tell it Now I Will Feel proud,
So Please Don't Wait, tell that Now, INSTEAD…!

When I am Dead,
You Will Come To My Grave And Whisper "I Loved You, Why You Left",
But I Will Not Be Able To Fill You In My Arms,
Don't Wait if You Have To Express, tell that Now, INSTEAD…!

Sweetheart I'm leaving
The waiting for the destiny thing!
No I'm not longer believing
So tired from being alone
Need someone here by my own
You know The earth stayed the same
While people changed
I have changed...
I no longer willing to be
a slave in love...
Funny the sound of the word love..
To relate it to me and you...
But never mind,
I'm leaving
Not because I have found a better one
But because I want to be me
I would like to be only me...

Grandmama holds grandpapa's hands tightly
They are weak, they are cold, they are wrinkly...
What an ugly sight to see....
Unbelievable...
All the years that passed
It seems like just yesterday
when ...
The same hands holds hers
and ties her hand with a knot..
on that blissful wedding day
when she wears her diamond wedding ring..
so proud ...so gay...
two hands hold each other
never will let go of one or the other...

The same hands that carries
commitment and duties..
the solid sweet years spent...
The hand that used to be so strong
is numb... is dumb...
paralyses with time...

Salty tears drop on grandpapa's pillow
the silent tears of one faithful grandmama...
as she whispers.. "I LOVE YOU"...
to her snoring husband...
who no longer feels but seeks her existence...

Till death do us part.....

~Sharina~

Let's be fair to love
Love doesn't come and go
Love is not day and night
Love is not a weather
That can be changed within a day
Love is not seasonal
that changes upon time
Love is in the deepest heart that stays
shall never move or sway
Be it winter or summer
Bet it autumn or fall
In all seasons love stays...
Be it Tsunami or earthquakes...
Be it monsoon season or droughts..
True love stays
True Lovers don't stray...

Lost is her love
Where did it go?
Has she looked
within herself?
Try to look inside you
To find the love you claimed
You have lost...
Perhaps you have only misplaced it...
Where is the love?
Care to search
Keep looking.....

She thought she has understood it clear
That love is only a game to play
When she feels bored and out of place
Someone is there,  a game to share with

She understood it so very clearly
A game of heart, so let's play it fair
To Win some, To lose some
A love game between two players
The game of hearts,
Attracting, flattering, sweet talking, seducing...
losing or winning
doesn't really matter...
the pleasure is the game...

Just a fling of romance,
In the name of a game
Steal each others heart...
and be safe and sound
a risky game...
to love for
to die for
and  to leave free upon a game over
no strings attached....understood it clear
after all.... its only a game of love

She thought the game is in the grip of her hands
understood the game so clear
Played with the rules of the game...
A game is nothing but a game...
Too egoistic to admit...
That emotions and feelings cannot be bought
can never be part of a game...
To these.....
She Lost herself in her own game
Unplanned, Unprepared, Unprofessional...
Both players were

A dangerous game... love is...
What she thought as a play of love
Is a strong flame indeed, hard to put out..
hard to cool off...
what a dangerous game of  heart
to play fire with fire
a fire of real desire...
it burns the skin so deep....

The players are hooked in the end..
lost their navigation....in the game they thought
They have understood...
What they thought a GOODBYE
after They grabbed some tokens
as the exchange of love..
is an unexpected FOREVER stays...
In this game of the hearts
Success or defeats...
unskillful Players become lovers...
attached... inseparable...
even when the game is OVER!

When she falls, she falls hard...
play not with the game of heart...

She denies every heartbeats
Bury the love but revisit the tombs..
Love can be killed...
But feelings...
can't be buried deep
The scars of love is fresh
the wound breathes.. and alive..
Stubborn heart...
reluctant to leave Camelia's soul...
Tormenting her heart, body and soul..
A lifetime longing...
For her lost love...
the deepest grief only she understands...
Camelia's love ...
sad and painful ...

It is never too late to repent.
It is never too late to apologize.
It is never too late to live up to your word.
It is never too late to say thank you.
It is never too late to decide to become a good person.
It is never too late to make things right...
Never too late...

Will someone like you
Love someone like me?
I am laughing like a fool
Will someone like you
Leaving someone like me?
Again I am laughing like a fool.
Will someone like me
loving someone like you?
Unsure whether to laugh or cry
Will someone like me
Leaving someone like you?
Perhaps I am...
LAUGHING LIKE A FOOL
Thinking of how foolish I am..
To ever ever think..
of loving someone like you..
just a foolish thought....

I am a dreamer
A pure dreamer
Surround myself with the believers
Still I find myself dreaming..
Surround myself with the thinkers...
I dream still of rhymes and unpublished poetry
Surround myself with the doers
Been bombarded with a question...
Is your life a poetry?
I am a dreamer.. yes
But I love to be with the doers, the believers and thinkers,
but most of all,
I surround myself with those
who speak the truth when they criticizes
so I could polish myself...
till I shine...
at least I could still learn...
humbly educate myself...
with the things I don't know
or unsure about...
I surround myself with those who see
the greatness within me,
when I myself  fail to see ....
I may be a dreamer
but nothing begins...
without first a dream.....

What a heavy downpour
Blurry visions..
colorful images...
emerge from the streets,
glimpse of movements,
here and there...
up and down...
the walking umbrellas....
Beautiful panorama...

The jigsaw puzzle of life
Deciding on the answers to fit
Should we let it resolve as naturally...?
Should we force the solutions we need?

Past Mistakes are the best teachers
Repeated mistakes are sheer stupidity
Surrender to what is
Let go of what was
Have faith of what will be...
Life is a lesson everyday...

Hope is lost
Misplaced, perhaps?
Keep looking
You'll find it
right where you left it..
Keep searching....

Thinking hard...
always thinking too hard
Hurting my precious brain
A little damage it seems today
Technical problems in the brain wires...
Connectivity issues...
Hopes its not too obvious...
Or I'd make myself looks too dumb..

Trying to look strong and cool...
Still My mind travels elsewhere...
and it seems to be everywhere...
Searching for the cure...
a treatment is  nowhere...
I am praying for a speedy cure
Oh god...
Where did My mind go?

Poor blind rabbit
Hops in the forest wide
To get his share of its morning treat...
BREAKFAST!
He hops too fast to the open space
In the field where there is nowhere to hide..
An eagle is fast to ****** its prey..
A blind rabbit..
a feast...
Eagles party!

A princess wakes up
Yawning, reluctant to leave her bed
making a bee line to the bathroom
Yelling from her bedroom
"What's for breakfast ma...?"
The queen is working hard
Paratha bread on the way...
The dough on the table
Paratha in the pan..
Her face a morning cheer!
Good morning my princess
Let's have paratha for breakfast.....
before the King starts honking again......

A buffalo snores
small and big birds
sitting on his back
relaxing entirely
and munching on his fleas...

There is a planet called earth
Where Snow White lives  
cared by the seven little men called dwarfs
Away from the jealous eyes of a wicked queen...

Her crowning glory
Perfect smooth curls,
Dance and sway in the sweet breeze,
Attracting attention,
Seducing unapologetic ally

the scent of a woman
the best perfume
perfect garden of roses

Is it true?
Is it fair?
Is it necessary?
We are all different in our own way
but at the end of the day,
we all have feelings!
do not judge so easily
without first trying to understand...

Its a silent chilly night
Sitting here alone
My boredom is maximum
Decided I need a night out..
Perhaps just a walk and breathe some fresh air...

Walking past the old museum
A glimpse of an old man
sitting on a chair...
His shadow on the wall can tell
Just how bored he must have been
Working all night long..
especially on a chilly winter night

I approach the old watchman
Offers him a cigarette,
It may sound crazy
but I really need a company
This Night watchman  says, quite surprisingly,
" everything is quiet"
too dead in the museum...
as if he understands my curiosity
about being a night watchman

I don't need to probe more
he says its too eerie in the inside
surrounded with a hundred to 800 years old artifacts
and some classic works of dead artists
I work for the pay... he says...
I don't need to protect the antiques..
To this I am quite amazed...
but he says, " at night when everything is dark and quiet"
the museum comes to life...
my heart beats faster to this...
a real creepy story.. he is telling me..

He admits having difficulty to breathe
when he sees all the musical instruments
played by themselves one night...
when he tried to run... all doors are locked by themselves
he even peed in his pants watching all the statues
dancing and partying in every floors of this very very old museum
a spooky place... yes... ghostly spirits yes...
name it.. he says "I have met them all"
and even shake hands with them every night...

I have cold sweats... I have goosebumps...
I ask him whether he'd like a tuna sandwich
I'd go and buy them and come back for more chats with him
Its 3 am and I am listening to all these horror stories
from an old night watchman...

He agrees for the offer of sandwich
and demands for a black coffee too...
I runs to the nearest Seven Eleven
and returns as soon as possible...

I am standing here now in front of the old museum
with sandwich and coffee in my hand...
The Night watchman isn't there anymore...
he just disappears...

Curiosity makes me come back
the very next day
only to find out..
the Night watchman I talked to ...
and smoked with...
has passed away a year ago...
what an eerie feeling...
I just had an interview with  a dead Night watchman...

Just bought some capsicums
Big,round, fresh capsicums
Sweet and sour chicken in the menu
some fresh tomatoes, ginger and onions
A great recipe from mom's kitchen,
doesn't it sound and smell awesome?

green and red capsicums on the table
Take a sharp knife to cut them into halves
Paprika adds  flavor to my chicken recipe
The taste I must adore...

Surprise Surprise...  almost trip from the kitchen stool
A sharp knife falls on the kitchen floor
The green capsicums screams in despair...
" Are you really cutting me to pieces?"
And the red capsicums yell,
" Cut the greens not the reds?"
Is this my imagination ? Am I cooking in a dream?
capsicums can speak? Oh.. They really speak...
and pleading me to omit them from the recipe...
Again I look at the pretty capsicums..
Deciding whether to cook them or not

To capsicum I offer this thanks,
when needing something like peppers
It's you I very much adore,
Without, this recipe is lacking in so many ways.

Decided! In mom's kitchen
There is no compromise
Pretty capsicums green and red...
In my cooking *** you go.....

He stood tall and strong
at the mountain top
Beneath his feet
is the strongest mountain in the world...
He took this mountain
with sheer determination..
He has conquered this mountain
With hardships.... with pain
Blood tears, Blood sweats
Frost bites, he faced it all...
The mountain is his in the end...

This mountain ...
is upon his grips, He understands it all
He and the mountain spirit blends...
He feels the air surrounds...
The mist, the breeze, the echos  
as he takes his breath...
His spirit is high and strong...
He has won his biggest war
He has defeated his biggest fear
If he could conquer the highest mountain in the word...
No other mountains he couldn't take  

At the top of the mountain he stands
with his country's flag in his hand...
If you couldn't move this rocky mountain...
Don't ever think you could move this strong will man...
No, you cant  neither  touch this man nor his spirit
As tough as the rocks....
As hard as the mountains..
As rough as him the man who has conquered the world...
As tall as Mount Everest his spirit stands ....

So you are forty-two and I'm only twenty-one,
Age is just a number and you're my number one.
I can give you what no other can,
Trust me baby, I am twenty-one ..
But I am ready to be your man.. YOUR MAN..

I am your man, don’t care if I am twenty one
Try to understand you are what I want..
You were put on Earth for me.
It was written before I was even born ..

You were meant for me.. only for me..
Ohh sweet lady of forty-two.. you are mine
Only mine….
My fate is in your hand.. my heart in yours
Don’t ask me about my body and soul..
When you know it's with you all along..
Even before I was born…I am your man..

Ohh my gorgeous lady of forty-two
I am so crazy for you…
I fell in love with your photo that appeared upon your screen,
I know you want no other, I am your lifelong dream
I see you in my dreams,
In my every waking hour,
Come with me, my darling, let's seek our wedding bower
Age is just a number, distance is in the mind..
Just believe it; I am your man, and you are my woman..
Dont care how old you are!!!!!

Age, does it matter?
Distance, does it matter?

What if...
I write to him
but there is no reply?
What if...
I call him
but he wouldn't answer?
What if...
I text him
but he will ignore?
What if?
I try to look for him
but he isn't looking anymore?
What if....
I tell him how I feel
but he simply laugh
and leave me standing...
to die in huge embarrassment?
of his total rejection?
what if....
what if...
I am so glad I decided to  ignore
WHAT IF....
so I won this man and married him at last..
Happy ending...

Its gloomy outside
Staying indoors most of the hours
As if to mourn the death of healthy atmosphere
Hazy weather
The air is thin and crispy
The sunshine is frosty
light mist  and hot air
almost difficult to inhale..
Look up !
the sky is almost invisible
Dusty ... Visibility...
Having trouble even to see clearly...

Sometimes
When I think of the impossibles only
Options of Possibilities are there
Only waiting for me to see
Only wanting me to gather my strength
and courage...
Only seeking me to think deeper.. wiser...
to make the impossibles possibles...
The question is...
Do I dare to take the risk? going the extra mild?
These questions keep bugging my head
repeatedly...
Found out!
My biggest obstacle is myself...

Mummy look
Do I look pretty?
Of course you do...
Now daughter,
Do I look pretty?
Of course you are..
Mummy and daughter
busy talking to the mirror
and daddy keeps honking the car...

a snake slipped
slowly glides its slippery body
his eyes  in between the green green grass..
hissing fiercely..
looking for prey...

A careless  zookeeper lost the key to a cage
A  lion sneaked out ,
said good bye to its cubical home

Curiosity was the urgency to  flee
Surveying a potential new residence
Perhaps seeking new environment...
Lion was excited to discover
The excitement of the world outside  his  zoo...
He ran and ran as he had his golden chance
Soon he'd  find out the reality of life
in the human zoo...
Will he be Spending the nights
reminiscing the place and his people
those he had left behind. ... ?

Miss India is back...
To bring happiness from those gloomy days and nights...
When everyone enjoys the royal feast
Their faces beam of sheer delight..
Ohh... what a wonderful Diwali night...
When the newly crowned Miss India returns...
from months of touring all over the world
Home sweet home at last...
On this special Diwali night
She is here with her loved ones on this night

Tonight
Look up at the sky....
What can you see?
Arent those crackers and sparklers up the sky?
So shining sparks the night
All because Miss India is here on Diwali night...

Sitting here numbly...
Tears are freezing
heart and soul... in hibernation..
Soon everything will be frozen.

Ramadhan is coming..
The month to strengthen my faith..
I raise my hand and pray..
This Ramadhan let us do good deeds..
Self reflect and reading the holy book...
At night we gather in the mosque to pray..
let us  welcome Ramadhan by..
Walking humbly
Talking politely
Dressing Neatly
Treating our sisters and brothers Kindly
Praying  Attentively
Donating generously
Let us...
.....Welcome Ramadhan....

To see...
To hear...
To touch...
To taste...
To feel...
To laugh...
To love...
The Seven Wonders of The World...

Craving for my mummy's cupcakes
But mummy isn't at home
She has classes day in and out..
Who will bake me cupcakes?
I am super cravings..
I want yummy cupcakes..
Hah! Let's bake my own cupcakes
and surprise mummy a little..
when she gets home
flour, butter ,sugar, eggs
put them all together in the mixer
and out I go to play some games
Oh .. now I remember the fun of my cupcakes
but oppss... what have I done?
my mom's kitchen is in disaster!