Dawns Victory...15 March 2010 Nadi Sameer
As 15th March Dawns...Victoriously 2010
Into slumber i failed to creep with thoughts drowning me.
Tears streaming down as i embrace an ocassion joyously.
Tomorow dawns so slowly and soon it will be alive.
The beginning of something good is about to come alive
Like a gentle breeze drifting in an open window,
i am inspired and ignited by hopes, double the score.
i see a beautiufl glow across the shades of grey,
The taste of success and happiness is here to stay.
Awakened to reality with my heart filled with a pleasant prize.
As My Nadi walks the red carpet with her sis and dad beside!
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poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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With the radiant sunrise that dawns with serenity
Every branch sings a melodious song dreamily..
And glistens a blissful joy embracing victory.
I see moments I lived with treaured moments spent.
With the spirit of faith trust and a love with no dent.
As the stars glitter through the darkened skies.
In my heart i cherish the wondrous surprise.
God scatters his blessing from the heaven above.
Lends a smile to His creation with the fragrance of love.
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Memories of 10th March 2008 Barbican Hall by shirani ibrahim 03/19/2010
Memories of 10th March 2008 Barbican Hall by shirani ibrahim 03/19/2010
15th March the awaited day dawns with a remembrance
Another miraculous event with a heavenly fragrance
Loss for words i dont know what to say
My twin rivers overflowing, feeling the emotions of today
Its a secret language that i cannot understand
It was a dream but tiday i awake to see its wonderland
As Nadi enters the... Barbican Hall
And majestically walks the red carpet, dignified and tall
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Sand Dunes to Barbican Hall March 2010..Once again!
From the Sand Dunes to Barbican Hall London March 2010
Sitting here waiting watching the hands of the clock tick by..
My phone stares at me in silence, and my heart does sigh,
Wake up to a 11th of March, thoughts floats into a worried sphere,
Awaiting the call from a father and my two daughters dear..
Pushing the buttons on my phone to rid of uneasy thoughts.
i heard my angel say 'Mum we just arrived' fears became nought!
I crawl back into my proper senses reaching to God with feelings so divine...
As Nadia soon walks the red carpet of the Barbican Hall with dignity fine!
I look into Melina's convocation photos and my mind pictures Nadi stand,
Her cap and gown hand in hand with her dad and sister in graduation land! ! ! !
The smile on her face wipes away the sadness in my weary face
As This is a parental dream so joyful with honor and profound grace.
Two graduates so deserving, is blessed with a gratifying mind and soul
They stumbled across rugged roads to acheive this educational goal
A greatest blessing a triumph to parents as another dream unfolds
Deluging with happiness my heart reaches out to their adorable hold.
A feeling of inner happiness in my heart and soul makes life complete
With pride i hold back my tears with tissues in hand wow a grand treat! .
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My KG's 1999..2010 Horizon International School
My Horizon Kindergarten Kids..1999-2010
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My Unseen Earthly Angelic Strength....
When alone sad and double troubled
I walk in dark, with everything scrambled
I stumnble with a lot of scope
reaching out for the wonders of hope
And it is in my KG's i am truly bound
Love respect and happiness sound
Like natures light that keeps aglow
In my heart and mind forever more
tears of joy streaming down stain my face
As their ever smilng eyes, my world embrace
Unknown of the evils of this worldy life.
My Kg's hug me with no touch of stirfe
Summer Winter Spring or Fall they do not hesitate
The richness of peace in their hearts to celebrate
Children are the truly greatest gift of God
I am blessed to be live with them..thank God
This is the end result of my quest.
Chidlren are angelic and the best.
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Because of The Fragrance Of Love.
Here and there, life had a sad lonely blend with a gleaming splendor
Diminishing a temporary volcano threat, that did strongly bother
Strong, compassionate, feelings modestly clothed with harmony..
A joyous glow, an avenue, kissed by a gentle breeze with serenity..
Magical thoughts, touching like a dainty feather, the dove of peace,
Calms the rising tension and happiness triumphantly released.
A journey filled with long unanswered questions, do surely awake,
But the fruit of discipline with dignity flowers, help to lesser mistake,
A devotion steady, act reaped results rich, in a soft style.
Liberated, from the confusion, with a blossoming radiant smile.
A fragrant feeling, emotional glory, a power bravely did lend.
Priceless a faith a trust a love, blissful happiness cant comprehend
Feelings gently unfold with delight, sharing sweet sweet, memories
One love, two children, two grand children, a flavor that never did cease!
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Barbican Hall...Melina Walks the Red Carpet..10th Marcg 2008
Melina walks the Red Carpet of Barbcan Hall 10th March 2008
Smiling face she stood on the danger slope
Grasping her innocent kids, her only young hope
Inhuman gales that did ghastly moanest loud
Fictitious pathetic songs and sullen dark clouds
Did not, could not Melina's dream ever drain
She gracefully walked along the red carpet to her gain
Into History her dream n she made her fame
Her descendants be, proud of her dignity and name!
Her journey once again filled with glowing radiance
With the flavor of the sweetest melodious fragrance.
Her two kids and sis she stood that special glorious eve
With cap and gown she faced Princess Ann Majestically.
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Mel..Nad..In My Daughters Eyes
In Both My Daughters Eyes
You two came out of heaven to make happiness dear.
To smile away the sorrow and kiss away the tears.
You became a strength and an everlasting glory,
Your beautiful face and beautiful smile tells a story.
You are God's miracle and the future was in your eye.
That did many a resuce gave the power to fly high.
Your ever glowing stlye brightened the darkened days.
a helping hand you never did hesitate, come what may.
Generation Gap didnt matter as friends we became a team.
Your heart pure with sweetness of love an overflowing stream...
The differences disputes we shared never did us break,
Memories precious and our wondrous days we did make.
As a friend, teacher, sister and motherly hand you lend..
To rest a weary head on your youthful gentle lap till the end.
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Fine things in life..traveled this far!
Travelled this Far With Fine Things In My Life
Fine Things In My Life.
Faith trust, love always completes its awesome victory
As it scatters its sweet fragrance with radiance tastefully
Under the unshaded eyes of the sizzling summer sun
And the darkest hours, the clouds hath bluntly spun
Stars does not struggle to shine, bringing in a pleasant sight
And the silvery stream flows gleaming, with a delight
Every avenue, singing merrily its unstained melody
With blissful joys, serene, dominating an unique harmony.
Flowers blossoming to awaken a heartfelt happiness
The luxurious green meadows with a touch of mist, seen rare
As The soft breeze, gently kisses to freshen the hazy air
With dignity and honor a dream is graciously granted
A loyalty, a trust a devotion that was never ever aborted
On a pedestal, a majestic empire now glistens confidently
As the journey nears its end with a glow triumphantly.
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As Fourteen He Touches!
Mother’s day’ and came a gentle voice with innocence so manly...
‘Biggy thank you for loving me’ his heart spoke so lovingly’
and Of course its my best ‘gem’ rare, he is my wonderful grandson
A gift a real blessing, a heavenly strength under god’s son
A grandson is a joy the greatest treasure from the sky above.
As His thoughtfulness, concern special is filled with sincere love.
Gracefully he’s grown, a young adult a big man, my teenager!
As the precious memories replay of those inescapable stages.
Of sticky gentle hands wrapped around me in a warm embrace.
His variable fears and his innocent tear streaked messy face.
Bundle of happiness ‘I recall’ holding him in my then strong arms.
Twinkling eyes, face aglow, filled my heart with much charm.
The golden glow of bright sunshine he filled each dawning day.
A guiding light, successfully never failed to shine all the way.
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As he touches fourteen holding my ageing and wrinkling hand.
Spreading a rainbow of happiness to everything in sight.
Smiling away many a sorrows to make the tomorrows bright.
A Journey into the past, recollecting dreams that did not unfold.
Many pleasant days we share of the same path that I once strolled
My silent audience, the best treasure, my pride and contentment.
With expressions of the same melody that as teens I once did find..
With haunting words that keep echoing in the background of my mind.
And Today dawns with hopes dreams which will soon be a memory.
With a b'day spirit to be cherished with a beautiful harmony....
Happy b'day my handsome knight. as I hold you tenderly in my heart
A sacred bond that has blossomed, will never fade from my heart.
May your days be filled with a serenity and sunshine galore.
A courage that will not desert you and be yours forever more!
The world awaits you impatiently with all its fragrance sweetly...
With Many dreams at your doorstep reach out for quality intelligently!
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As If It's Last
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“Open, open your eyes” they say
“Enough of being a dumber
Time you got up from slumber”!
In my stupor where dream clutters
Seep in soft noises of flaps and flutters
Through my eye-slits hair like thin
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To tell ‘I love’ and tell it fast!
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Until The day I die...My Treasures!
Treasure You Until The Day I Die..
Alone I sit and in sweet silence am filled with thought,
Of my loving brothers whom in troubles I desperately sought.
Memories linger in my heart the happy hours we spent,
Every vacation filled with fragrant smiles removing any dent.
When lost in troubled tides my twin rivers overflow in repent,
And their warmth love and words of wisdom they kindly lent.
Like the ocean waters ends in the pebbled seashore.
And the fast changing days that that come and go as before.
Awaken me to reality that I must justly be contend.
As soon the hands of the clock will hasten the pain to touch an end!
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End of day thoughts.
The glory of the sunset fades.
The evening sky surrenders to
a nonstop flow of darkest blue.
Which overwhelms the pastel shades.
The evening stars come on parade.
A panorama we can view.
In hopes of seeing something new.
Although the stars we see displayed.
May well have burnt out long ago.
There is no way that we can know.
Which of the stars we think we see.
That twinkle brightly overhead,
are still alive and which are dead
We never will most probably.
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Im Alive
(myles goodwyn)
Published by goody two tunes, inc. - bmi
I like to rock and I like to roll
I like the blues if its got some soul
I take my lovin any way you can
So if you got the time, honey Im your man
Cause Im alive, Im alive, Im alive
Ive learned to coped with the crap and jive
Remember boy, just to stay alive
Only the strong survive
Only the strong survive, and Im alive, yeah
I got no reasons for slowin down
I like to move, and Im glory bound
The silent runner in the edge of night
So dont you stand in my way, unless you wanna fight
Cause Im alive, Im alive, Im alive
I left my family in 65
And they said boy, just to stay alive, yeah
Remember only the strong survive
Only the strong survive, keep your head up boy, ooh
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And I really feel like gettin it on
Im alive (Im alive), Im alive (Im alive)
I said Im ready and Im feelin alright, ooh
And Im gonna find some lovin tonight, some good good love
And Im lookin at you, I know what I wanna do, yeah
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And they said boy, just to stay alive, yeah
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Im alive, Im alive, Im alive (Im alive)
And it feels good, yeah
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No More' Brothers..Firoze and Fairuf 31st Dec1996 13th Aug 2011
Firoze and Fairuf Ibrahim....'no more'
As the sun lays its tired head on its pillow the sea
Daylight fades and leaves the world to darkness to me
Memories, of their spoken soft words lingers in my heart
As my misty eyes helplessly watch them sadly depart
Slipping beneath me like the waves and the sea sand
Filled with unspeakable pain something I don’t understand
From the rocks I gaze across the wide open seas uncertain floor
Hoping for no more shocks and heartaches by the score
Sometimes the deep oceans water glistens so crystal clear
How I wish life will be full of sparkling silvery waters to cheer
But like the changing tide of the much needed ocean
I keep rowing on with many a confused ocean of emotions.
As my loving brothers make their sudden exit
I create a new morrow as long as my journey exist
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song - And Broken Dreams
Two lovers slowly dancing
There was stardust in the air
Falling on the perfect romance
On their innocence and flair
Blue velvet long black hair
And you and I were waltzing
But it must have been a dream
There were legends in the making
Drifting through that gentle scene
As cool as seventeen
The double doors swung open
And we spilled into the world
In between the smoke and mirrors
Where forgetting soon begun
Our rainbow in the dust
Four lovers slowly drifting
As the credits crossed the screen
They were legends well past breaking
On the dark side of their dreams
As blind as seventeen
(chorus)
And round we danced as love we chanced
The stars were riding on a bet
The moon had placed upon the sea
And lost as on we danced and fell
For soon your cheeks grew wet
With wasted years and broken dreams
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The Grave You Dig Is Your Own
The tears of our ancestors fall upon our graves,
In which we have placed ourselves by our own decieving hand.
We are to be hung by the gallows, of which we build ourselves,
With jelousy and pride our noose has been woven.
The winds of time gone by, and time to come, blow past our funeral’s march,
Attended by those who also attend their own,
Generations to come wait in wonder of our knowledge,
Lies and deceit we have written and call truth.
Dreams of dreamers, whose lives have flowed past us, create a parallel reality,
An impossible event like that of a circle encompassed in another whom touch.
To the grave we march, an army of ourselves, to an inevitable fate we’ve written.
We join the graves we’ve dug, headstones we’ve set, our own names engraved,
And let the tears of our ancestors’ rain down and water our daisies of dying hope.
By: Bethany J. Maxwell
December 7,2010
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The day i heard my baby chuckle!
The happiest hour, one of the most happiest day,
My heart did see when you were born this day.
I laid a gentle kiss upon your sweet tiny brow,
Felt your baby soft fingers and made a vow.
I clasped you tight and felt your angelic baby’s breath,
Visioned, my dream will be seen in you till my death.
Soon you became my starry hope and my greatest pride,
To sail life’s journey and brave every stormy tide.
Years, decades have flown and as a mum you stand today.
Scattering sweet scented fragrance along the way,
You bloomed to be our towering strength, to rise,
The light of our lives it is really, really no surprise.
Your kids dainty steps are like the silvery gleams,
A language that conveys life is more than a dream.
A devotional mother, you blossomed to the kids delight,
And no words can express your strong commitments height.
Dearer to me as you extend your young motherhood to me,
Filling my aching heart with a mother I lost, so mother
May you be blessed with the best from Heavens above
Daughter dear I wish you good health and plenty of love
A happy bday and many more to come with happiness galore
May Every dawning day greet you with pleasant surprise and more
My precious Meli may Allah bless you and your teen kids
And ease your lives in the long long road with no danger.
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The Eve of My Death
The eve of my death, a baby was born, and this kept me alive.
The eve of my death, a baby took her first stumbling steps, and this kept me
alive.
The eve of my death, a school bus filled with laughing children drove away,
and this kept me alive.
The eve of my death, I looked out my window to see my child be swept
away to prom, and this kept me alive.
The eve of my death, my baby, my child reached out her hand to accept her
diploma, she is not a baby or a child any more, and this kept me alive.
The eve of my death, I walked with my daughter down the isle, and this kept
me alive.
The eve of my death, I held my new born grandson in my arms, and this kept
me alive.
The day of my death, I feel my grandson's tears hit me like a cool spring rain,
I see his father behind a podium an inch away from tears, I feel the
flowers on the casket that holds the only thing that keeps me alive.
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April!
April in tears
for the life lost in Qinghai
from the rubbles, ruins
and from those ash clouds,
in 730 days..
from a mountainous terrain
how this tiny globe
trampled
on failed Chandrayans
failed cryogenic GSLVs
And in summer,
rain lost its charm
on unforeseen disasters….
May unwrapped
on edges, on scales
of aphelion and perihelion
Seasons change…
April 17,2010
poem by Rema Prasanaa
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Reminiscence
A rose reminiscent of my father's garden
I found growing by a pathway outside my home- as well as
Another just lying upon the sidewalk-
I collected them and brought them home and
Placed them in a vase my mother always loved.
My mother and father always loved the springtime and
On this rainy Saturday afternoon,
I find it hard to believe they have been gone for twenty years.
My mother's spirit was as delicate as the petals on these roses-
My father's, as strong as their thorny stems that upheld them and
My own spirit, by them, always misunderstood.
Flowers are blossoming everywhere-
Daffodils and wild violets growing every place I look and
Cherry blossoms and dogwood seemly decorating the trees-
Bring back the fonder memories of my mother and my father-while
The rain and the sky so gray and overcast
Bring back memories of the sadness of being misunderstood.
It has been nearly forty years that
I had made my own special world in which to live and
In this world flowers grew not only just in the springtime months-
But all year around and in every place.
The real world was then, to me, a place I never lived in or comprehended, and
As long as I kept my mind alive inside the world of my imagination-
At that time, I believed that I had not a thing to fear.
Roses reminiscent of my father's garden,
Placed in the vase my mother so loved-
Upon this rainy Saturday day in March, evokes a few tears in my eyes and
Just for the moment I think of the laughter and good times we had together-
These thoughts are interrupted by memories of all of the anger, sadness,
Mistrust and disbelief that now overshadow memories of
These few pleasurable moments we not so often shared, and
I take these roses from the vase that sits alone upon the table,
Open my picture window and throw them to the rain, and
As my tears cease to fall and dry away- I say goodbye to all unhappy memories-and
As thoughts of my self-made world disappear,
I am thankful that I have a life in this world here alive, and while
I watch the rose petals flutter about in a gentle spring like breeze-
I leave thoughts of discontented past times behind me and
I realize that I have just been set free.
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