Memories and Silver Tears
Soon... Golden Memories and Silver Souvenirs
Alone seated, dwelling in sweet silence with memories and thought,
Of a true and a beautiuf journey which could have been sought.
A fragrance now creeps into a heart, with happiness, free of dent,
A Masterely voice, with dignity and loving, warmth words, kindly lent.
Unmeasured wishes, hopes, dreams, sadly many years too late.
But a strength, to brave wasted days, wasted nights, is such a fate.
Magical, velvety lyrics, will be treasured deep, to meet worldy fears,
A walk into memory lane, those lost precious feelings of yester year.
A special richness of sweet fragrance of faith, trust, love, with dignity.
Awaiting for 'the expiration time' as the clock ticks on insensitively.
Closing the doors on a fractured journey, the result of many a strife.
Diving courageously, journey ends, a quality with love, values of life.....
Hopefully in '30 years' it will be the land with no more parting and pain
Till then 'The brown aging eyes' will be left sadly crying in the rain.
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Classic Fragrance of Happiness
The silence speaks into a darkened cloud that brought in many a showers,
The insensitive clock ticked on and faced every dawn and the evening hours.
The humming of the birds stirs a musical accent spreading a message sweetly,
A tear washed eyes and a tired heart embraces the radiance majestically.
The rugged road blending with the luxurious green and the warmth of the sun,
The power of dignity, loyalty nurtures the soul to a serenity flawlessly sung.
Sparkling a richness with bright values in love and life in perfect harmony,
While the gentle breeze waltz in through an open window so delightfully.
Strolling through the garden of faith trust and love steadily, in loneliness.
Deluged in the wonders of the floral sweet fragrance of new freshness.
Captivated from the boldness of the great blessings from heavens above,
The journey moves on heaping treasured memories perfumed with classic love.
The glory of children, grand children and many a children so precious and rare,
Life sure is blessed wondrous and fair, braving the years with guard and care.
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Daughters Are Not Just Spares!
Daugthers are not a spare time, neither a part time,
They are not a sometime, they are there all the time
Oh..the baby's breath and that fragrance swiftly went by
The laughter, the joys, the gurgle and the many a cry
Clasping me tight silently you lay so close to my heart
Are all memories that time can never tear it apart
Came the naughty teens the disputes the wondrous days
Are treasured forever and can never decay nor fade away
The hands of clock so insensitively ticks on with every breath
to a sudden reality I look up and you have grown in length
A strength a beaut a prize an everlasting, the shining glory
Making life's journey with pages of a wonderful life story
Disputes difference with sweet memories we have so many
Devoted always at our side and regrets cant think of any
As mother a sister a daughter and a much needed best friend
To rest my heavy head feel your embrace till my days sees its end…
My tired eyes and weak knees that you so quickly comprehend
Pearls of wisdom in my confusion you so kindly lovingly extend
With loving hands you help me, the steps I so carefully take
God bless you daughters an angelic gift God almighty did make!
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Rameela Aunty of Lily Avenue Wellawatte.
The angels came and a lovely dignified lady is...sadly gone
Her gentle voice and loving words hear not another morn
Golden memories are silver souvenirs that... will linger on
With a love she shared with grace a strength to move on
The fragrance of faith and love embedded in the hearts
As she spun velvet words deep into her young ones heart
will be missed by many....
Mel Nad Marie...granaunt and great gran aunt
Fazli Sameer paternal aunt.
passed away 9th October 2010
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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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!
Create Date: Sunday, April 18,2010
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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WM Saleem Clan....Memories Special
The sun so bright, the feel of golden sands with me.
My ageing eyes, towering buildings sand dunes I see
I view the desert as memories slip into days gone by,
Feelings deeply stirred, of my ‘WM Saleems’ I heavily sigh.
The sandy grains murmur a beauty, all my family holds,
Smell the air of desert breath, precious thoughts unfold.
Runs through gently on the playground of a withering mind
Decades, distance between oceans seems naught, I find
Strength blossoms as beautiful as the radiant flowers
With beauty liberty dignity and grace with dawning hours
Days of childhood, fun laughter treasured, deep seated
Voices sweet masterly the divine words kindly repeated
Memories of parents aunties uncles cousins once more.
Keeps rushing back like the foamy waves to the sea shore,
A family, the purest diamonds that sparkle bright
Moving along life's journey with the wondrous light
Days with starry skies, with smashing sweetest smile
Garlanding with fragrance for a lavish life style.
WM Saleem family of season and reasons of all times
United we stand despite the knolls of the chimes.
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Melting Melodious Moment Of The Past
The sun so bright, the feel of golden sands with me.
My ageing eyes, towering buildings sand dunes I see
I view the desert as memories slip into days gone by,
Feelings deeply stirred, of my ‘WM Saleems’ I heavily sigh.
The sandy grains murmur a beauty, all my family holds,
Smell the air of desert breath, precious thoughts unfold.
Runs through gently on the playground of a withering mind
Decades, distance between oceans seems naught, I find
Strength blossoms as beautiful as the radiant flowers
With beauty liberty dignity and grace with dawning hours
Days of childhood, fun laughter treasured, deep seated
Voices sweet masterly the divine words kindly repeated
Memories of parents aunties uncles cousins once more.
Keeps rushing back like the foamy waves to the sea shore,
A family, the purest diamonds that sparkle bright
Moving along life's journey with the wondrous light
Days with starry skies, with smashing sweetest smile
Garlanding with fragrance for a lavish life style.
WM Saleem family of season and reasons of all times
United we stand despite the knolls of the chimes.
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Makes you one completely
Makes you one completely.
Happy Anniversary To A Wonderful Couple
Lorna Layman and Dough de zilwa
44 years...almost half a century of glorious days
where stars did not struggle to shine....all the way
The special joys of sharing life's long journey together...
Braving its ups and downs with a love that was forever
...with the warm sweetness that touched your young heart
Many years ago when the journey you did boldy start
Today, May it replay gentle memroies that brought you together
Of the sweetest fragrance that dominated your lives forever.
Kids for the flavor with sweet memories made of bliss
A journey that started honorably and with a tender kiss!
Happy Wedding Anniversary and may you r journey be filled with more sweet fraagrance of love
from all of us in Riaydh
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Thirty Eight Years...time really got wings!
Braving through the ocean of emotions...
Life's journey....38 years whizzed by..
Time has wings and it really did fly..
Twas a long journey, life's emotional battle and managed to survive
When from heaven came in two angels to my dreams to revive...
So much love, joy, laughter, tears that each dawning day met.
Made the uncertainty the confusion so easy rapidly to forget..
Unmoved by the passing expected storms with many a weep..
Helped shape my life to daringly climb the mountains so steep..
then came another sweet angelic two with the blessing from above..
It filled my heart with the sweetest fragrance of eternal love..
Sharing individually, collectively days, a many that were not a song
It so true.. almost a half a century and we manage to trudge along..
through the years a journey that keeps still a sailing in the same majestic fleet
till the angels call and hopefully in the land of no return more happiness we meet!
Were you that 19 year old in dark glasses, the drummer that came so long long ago
I was ust seventeen and half that photo of you in my heart lives on forever more....tnx
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Priceless
Priceless
True friendship often unseen with eyes,
Embedded in a heart and no denies
A rare feeling immersed devotion loyalty
Help brave the storm with honor dignity
Troubles by the number pain by the score
To wipe away tears that flows and more
Understanding unmatched so unexplainable
Quality ingredients a personality invaluable
Sharing deep dark secrets unspeakable pain
When life is filled with all hopes sadly slain
Elaborate gifts of warm soothing words
A ear kindly lent and every sigh heard.
A grief made easier with every mile to take
Far or near the friendly smile with fragrance make
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Lifes A Journey
I say life’s a journey, because life’s something we have once and everything we do and say is something we can’t go back and change. So I look at life as a journey. That I have to live full out, with no regrets. I don’t have time to live in the past or think about all the bad things. Almost all human being takes life for granted, and I don’t want to be one of those people. So I promised my self to never ever live with regrets, so I try to do whatever my heart tells me. And I try to stand up for all my believes, and I can’t do that if I live in the past or with regrets. It’s a waist of time,
Because life’s a journey.
I usually say if you got a dream go for it, because giving up on a dream is like giving up on life and giving up on life is like sitting and asking god to die. I know it’s hard to go for your dream when people tell you, that you won’t make it. So I just tell my self, whenever I fall I get back up, because I won’t give up without a fight.
Because life’s a journey.
What you’ve got if you don’t have faith, I know it’s hard to hold on to, when we live in a world like this. But I always hold on to my faith and my hopes.
My believes is what often keeps me going,
Because life’s a journey.
Life is hard, we all know it isn’t fair but I say stop worrying about what you/we don’t have and appreciate what you/we have. Because whenever you/we have a bad day someone else has a worse day and in worse case someone might be dying,
Because life’s a journey.
This world need some love, I know it’s easier to hate than love but at least could we try to respect each other. We would get so much more out of this journey then, I really believe that. Maybe sometimes we should just start to think about our self’s than everybody else. Because if we keep hate on each other, we will soon see world war 3, and I don’t think any one wants that to happen. I wish we could all respect each other, black and white, blue and yellow, bigger and smaller. Because at the end of the day we all human being on a journey that can end any time. It’s sad but it’s true,
Because life’s a journey.
Life’s a journey till the day it ends and when it ends there is no looking back or taking back. We had our changes only doomsday will show us if we wasted our time on our journey or if we enjoyed the journey and appreciated what we had. When we are at the end of our journey that’s when we have to face death. Many people forget we have to die because they might be afraid, but I’m not because it’s a part of life.
Life’s a journey till it ends.
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Journey Man
Eclipsin' the sun, with the moon blue,
Traipsin' off the path beaten, true,
He's got the world in an empty can,
Sadly nowhere is the Journey Man.
Son of none, of daughters unsure,
He's the disease to his own cure,
Consilience with many a spirited clan,
Sadly farsighted is the Journey Man.
Oh, he be recallin' those dark days,
Spent in a maze of evanescent haze,
Lone the sigh, in his hand a trepan,
Sadly passionate is the Journey Man.
Call forth his sun, a black star,
His wyrd shall his radiance mar,
Life sacrificed for Destiny's plan,
Sadly condemned is the Journey Man.
Hallucinate in oblivion, encore,
Brewing the past on future shore,
The present is aflight! If ye still can,
Sadly capture it, O Journey Man!
The time's a- goin', a sword's cut,
From palace now to a humble hut,
Death to free from a cruel lifespan,
Sadly shackled is the Journey Man.
poem by Lucius Sulla
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Diary...of a Travellers Mind
A Diary Of A Travellers Mind
The world is a stage... where we perform an act,
and then to situations we blindly hastily react.
When our share is done we have played our part,
Either by breaking or mending a tattered heart.
Our childhood playmates with time all drifted away,
The shrinkng world bring them back some way.
Childhood memories come to tenderly play,
Innocent days of joy that never slipped away,
Sharing a smile that is extended so generously.
Wiping away controlled tears now flow effortlessly,
The many a tears and fears soon will see its end.
......when to the angels call our soul will lend,
The best we make, with sweet fragrance it must be
To the values of life which should be a priority...
Memory is a special diary that we carry in our hearts
so warm and gentle and wish it will never part,
Of the Wonder Years we shared with friends, loved ones
A treasured journey under God's glorious golden sun
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Life....Sweet Fragrance of A Womans Touch!
The Fragrance of A Womans Way Of Life
Mother/Teacher/Wife/Woman/Daughter
of
All Seasons and Reasons
Let it be Winter Spring, Summer, or Fall
She will nurture each dawning day with quality call
Wearing the fragrance of (Islam) faith trust and love
Lending her breath and time, a gift from heaven above
From dawn to dusk anxiously but gallantly slaves.
With no thought of resign but steadfastly she braves
In the darkest hour that flickers, she is the silver lining.
Weaving velvety, magical words, when hopes are dying.
Painting clear bright colors to richness, a happiness flowers
And meals to taste in the kitchen she devotedly hovers
Her touch, perfected, with an ever glowing radiance,
The beauty of her undying love, she scatters with elegance.
With comforting over worked hands, she cradles all troubles.
Despite the number, even if it scores by the doubles.
Elevates her man and shields him from stormy rough days
Preserving his honor dignity name and fame all the way
Clearing doubts confusion that’s unkindly fed to grow
Preventing displeasure, discomforts that sometimes do flow...
The investment is immense and a herculean task it takes
Dawn to dusk a teacher, wife, a maid, mother, daughter she makes
Long years she strives, straight spoken words, genuinely
Kids cling on to her amazing strength, so confidently
Till the journey sees its end she will not, never retreat
Head held high she will keep a sail in his majestic fleet
Unstained melody, a teacher, wife, mother daughter will always be
Through the ages, till end of time forever will be.
Turning to GOD as part of her perfected unique talent
Winter, Spring Summer or Fall is flawless, with determination spent.
Create Date: Tuesday, April 20,2010
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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You Are Always In My Heart
Time brings in...The Separate Ways
Amazingly awesome our journey with no reservation we did share,
Making my life so worthy, through the steps you took with loving care.
The joys, the laughter, the confusion the wet eyes that I did dry.
Watching you blossom into a beauty so steadily, a pleasure i can't deny.
The dancing days, the awful days, those questions, cannot be measured..
Filling my days with the sweetest fragrance, in my heart always be treasured.
The surprises, the bday cards, the mother's day, never missed till this day.
The cakes, the sweets, the lunches, the thoughts in my memory will stay.
My frowns you turned into smiles and kissed away the countless tears.
Your soft hands in mine as you helped me walk, took away my fears.
Our moments together with and without your friends never went stale.
But flowered with the fragrance of sincere love that always did prevail.
In my darkest hours you were that silvery light, that did so brightly appear.
Guiding me to enjoy the earthly paradise, with warm, lovable hugs so dear.
Now, with your luggage crammed up with your paintings and souvenirs I see..
All the gifts showered on you by your friends, teachers and family.
Oh don't forget the many things that brought in our little silly disturbances,
Division it brought us not as your eyes did sparkle knowing the all importance
‘Sultan Sulaiman' and those many recordings, the telephone hunt no more be.
The toothpaste cover and your breakfast forgotten, do not let it ever see
Take with you the memories as you walk away from the land of the sands
Of a love that will never fade even when you are far away in that distant land
A huge Granma's love.. goes with you wherever you may go whatever you may do.
For separate lives time dawns, but togetherness of our hearts we will walk through...
God Almighty, may He give you strength and good health with happiness galore
Success be yours forever and we will always be just a MagicJack away I know! ! ! ! !
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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My brother's bday....and he is gone!
Firoze ibrahim...born 20th Feb 1948....died 13th August 2009
Feelings stirred, my brothers bday dawns, an emptiness felt,
My ageing eyes overflows with a pain that cannot be dealt.
Moving along life's journey, precious thoughts do unfold
Memories of the wondrous days shared, in our hearts we hold.
Days filled with fun, laughter the sweet fragrance of love.
United we walked through trials, a blessings from above.
Those Phone calls, greetings, meetings are all now.. so gone
Sunrise, sunset and non-stop each day do effortlessly dawn.
Clinging to the sweetness and his gentle caring words,
Lessens the pain as his voice with kindness still heard.
Looking back down memory lane I must say I can’t help find,
An unexplainable sad loss in the background of my mind....
20th Feb 2011
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Where The Big Jet Engine Roars...
So the years whizzed by and the mighty clock brought in that morn
And this ache deep down in my heart keeps coming on and on
Bags all packed and braving that special beautiful sparkling smile
Assuring me with a fond pat on my shoulder it is just for awhile
A ride with us to the place where the jet engines never fail to roar
A silence that spoke many an unexplainable pain impossible to ignore
My mind going back in time with memories of her baby's fragrance
The toddler days, the first steps and the many such precious instance
As she blossoms into the most beautiful flower from the heavens above
The glory of my life's journey all adorned with the sweetest love
Walks all dignified into a world with many an expectation and of course honesty
I Wish her well from my heart, and may it be granted with all sincerity
‘See you soon', a kiss, good luck and May God be with her in every step she takes
For happiness and success be hers and a grand lady she must, hopefully make! !
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Once More...It was yesterday!
Yesterday Once More
As the golden sun fills the darkened sky,
Pain and grief invades my heart, and my tear stained eye..
I sail back into those special, treasured years.
To a home, with peace, love, richness and no fears.
Until i sadly, reluctantly, reach the oceans shore.
To reality, where I wish it will be no more.
Though, sometimes a rainbow does appear.
I wish it would remain yesterday forever more
Hoping the sea of heartbreak, never return? ?
To Memories sweet, my heart goes back to that turn,
Remembrance unforgettable, drenches my aching heart.
Could it conquer the grief that does not depart? ?
Filled with many a sad changes, and voices kind, no more!
The ship moves on, through the tidal storms galore! !
I immerse myself into the quality of mercy.
Clinging on to the beauty and the majesty.
As a young maiden I was so fancy free!
I visioned the vast world with sweet wonders to be.
The thought of darkness, never did creep in my heart.
Through the ages, never fathomed that happiness would depart.
Awake I must, the world had brutally spun me down.
The pleasures of yesteryear, are memories that I will not frown,
As i try to dip into the future as far as my eye can see..
Alone I stand, with uncertainity that has now invaded me.
The greenfields now parched, with the scorching heat.
The winds sail me into lands, sands, ruins, which hungrily awaits me…..
Shirani Ibrahim
Bangkok 2006
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Was It Just Yesterday?
Don't go biggie she held my hand with tears she did not, could not hide.
Oh God was it so long ago together to school, we enjoyed many years of ride?
Carrying her angelic body, her head on my shoulders which I did so adore,
Her hair in two poodles tied with ribbons to suit her dress and many more..
Tying her shoes and the home work we did, and the Ovaltine milk I made.
The Quran recitals and her speeches so crystal clear will never ever fade
And those cries, the heartache that brought many a worry with the endless pain..
Are remembrance sweet, with variable emotions still keeps coming again n again..
The chats, the discussion are my hearts sweet memories.. my golden souvenirs.
Now in silence the Lap top shares words flowing from my heart, I control my tears
As ‘all' grown up my little girl walks alone to the University..its her orientation nite!
Her spirits unbroken, chinheld high, God give her strength on this new flight
Come what may together we will always be, the distance hills and th oceans apart
The many years of course our disputes are now special moments and forever be in her heart
Thankful to the strength she left behind with the fragrance of her sweet love...
She dimmed many a fears, tears gave usnlight because she is God's blessing from above!
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Your Long Journey
(d. watson/r. l. watson)
God's given us years of happiness here
Now we must part
And as the angels come and call for you
The pains of grief tug at my heart
Oh my darling
My darling
My heart breaks as you take your long journey
Oh the days will be empty
The nights so long without you my love
And when god calls for you i'm left alone
But we will meet in heaven above
Oh my darling
My darling
My heart breaks as you take your long journey
Fond memories i'll keep of happy ways
That on earth we trod
And when i come we will walk hand in hand
As one in heaven in the family of god
Oh my darling
My darling
My heart breaks as you take your long journey
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Journey To The Past
As I arise;
With my bare feet walk back slowly,
Back to where my heartaches lay;
I stride to step forward
Forward to the haunting past
Where my life is being caged
Dwelling in vague happiness
Imprisoned from failed hopes
Making my tomorrow covered with reeks
A journey to the past, my heart seeks.
Voices from nowhere, echoing;
“Be free;
Before you pursue your journey,
Let loneliness and confusions slip away,
Just be free from all your pain and sorrow.
So, your journey towards tomorrow, with glee
“Untangle yourself from the chain of yesterday,
Cleanse your heart from pain,
Loosen every bit of confusing thoughts,
Be free from nightmares of broken dreams
Let you life flows like glistening streams.”
Voices within me, whispers;
“Let me journey to my past,
Let me breathe again the coolness of the old air
That I may love the freshness of the new air
I can live my today and face tomorrow
With new beginning, of a new hope and new dreams”
My journey of growing, my journey to the past;
Bury each memory; the shadow of yesterday,
Quest a new life, living in reality
A new me.
_mAia_
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