Story of my life-Urdu Shayari

Urdu is a beautiful language.I wrote a sher in Urdu,it's a couplet/verse in Urdu shayari(poetry) and to know more about shayari, please check the following link.
http://www.shayarism.com/shayari-meaning/
I write in Roman Urdu,which is the name used for the Urdu language written with the Roman script.I do so because though I can speak Urdu,I cannot read or write it,besides that way you can read my couplet,which is as follows

Kaabil-e-bayaan hain meri ab tak ki dilchasp zindagi,
ismein bohath utaar chadaav milengey,
bayaan kar bhi lethey magar issey bohath loag khafa hongey,
Dushman toh hongey hee,dushman toh hongey hee,
par issey kuchh apney bhi rusva hongey.
           -Seema Tabassum(me)

Translation
The story of my interesting life is worth telling,
in it numerous ups and downs you'll find,
I would tell,but then,
a lot of people would mind,
enemies(rivals/saboteurs),ofcourse will,
but some loved ones(family)too,
will the disgraced define.
         -Seema Tabassum(me)

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Meaningless (a poem)[on the occasion of our 12th Wedding Anniversary]

Meaningless the sunset is without you by my side,

meaningless the twinkling stars in the sky,

meaningless without you the afternoon iceteas,the sun and sand,

meaningless the strolls in the park if we're not holding hands.

         Meaningless the rain if I can't sulk about it to you,

         meaningless the cold winters if I'm not cuddling you,

         meaningless the meals if I'm not making them for you,

         meaningless my jokes if I can't hear your laughter bubbling through.

Meaningless my smiles if I'm not smiling at you,

meaningless my dreams if not about you,

meaningless my love if not for you,

meaningless my heart if it's not coloured in your hue.

         Meaningless the passing scenery if you're not with me on the ride,

         meaningless this life if you're not by my side,

         meaningless if not shared with you the joys of life,

         meaningless my identity if I'm not first your wife.

                           For Abbu(ofcourse).

Meaningless my values if you can't imbibe,

meaningless my life,if with me you cannot identify,

meaningless my existence if in your heart I cannot forever survive,

meaningless my time on earth if I don't have you to remember me by.

        -Seema Tabassum(me)

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*Dear Taher,Happy Wedding Anniversary to us Honey,twelve years of a sense of security,comfort,laughters and bliss.Thank God for you and our source of joy,Abbu and thank you Hon for your love,empathy,patience,hard work and mostly your name.Love you loads and this one's my gift to you and sorry I had to write(the last four lines)for Abbu too because now there's no us without him.Hope we get to spend another hundred years together,with the same love we have for each other now,Amen.

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Friends and memories ( a poem )

One is always parting with somebody or other in life,

but it's all good if you have memories to remember them by.

Sometimes the memories serve as triggers,leave us feeling hollow,
feel a hole in our hearts and emptiness follows.

In life we keep moving on,

occasionally reminded of someone by a certain song.
New people replace the old,
then the same stories unfold.

Memories are treasures indeed,great to own,

but at the end of the day everyone's alone.

        
      -Seema Tabassum(me)

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My Abbu,My Sweetheart

Today is my son Abdallah's (Abbu) eighth birthday already,time sure does fly.I wanted to write about him for this year's first post on this blog,because,well,he's my first priority now,he's always the first thing on my mind.
Abbu is sometimes the sweetest kid on earth,says the most beautiful things to me and sometimes he can be mean,we are raising him to be questioning of people,and he questions my behaviour and what I teach,what the teacher teaches without just following,we're also raising him to be open about what he feels,to be forthright and say things as they seem to him and boy is he forthright or what,he really does say everything and to the face,which can get embarassing sometimes when he's that way to a complete stranger,he also sometimes or maybe most of the times says the smartest things,I'm his mother so I think he says the smartest things,he's very quick witted as well.
Today I'm going to share with you three of some witty things he said.
1.I had asked Abbu to take a shower,which he was reluctant to,because it was a Sunday and Sunday is a no-shower day for Abbu unless we step out of the house,which we usually don't and even if we do go out,Abbu has to take a shower once we return home,but this particular Sunday we were going to our relatives' home for a small get-together,so I asked him to take a shower to look fresh,which he did after much persuasion,he came out,got dressed and all and I thought he didn't wash his hair nicely,so I told him that he was looking better before he took a shower to which he promptly replied "if I was looking better before,then why did you make me go through the trouble of taking a shower,I knew that I was looking great"  and I laughed,it did seem very funny at that time and I felt that maybe he was right.
2.I'm not fond of chocolate but Abbu is,he wants chocolate in everything,chocolate chip cookies,chocolate wafers,chocolate icecream,chocolate cake,even nutella with bread.One day I asked him to try jam with bread instead of nutella and he didn't budge to which I said "Abbu,only girls eat so much chocolate,I've never seen a boy like chocolate as much as you,you're  different,little weird you know" and Abbu not being the kind to stay quiet said "Mom,if you're saying that girls like chocolate,then you're different because you don't,so if that doesn't make you weird then you can't say I'm weird,right" and I thought he had a point.
3.Abbu does so many funny things and I call him names out of love,all kinds of names,one day I told Abbu that he's a nutcase to which he said "Mom,I'm not a nutcase,I'm a case of nuts,rich and healthy"(case as in canister or a box).I thought that was really good.
I know,maybe you think he's not very witty,just regular,but I do,I'm his mother after all.

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My Resolution ( a poem )

Is life only about getting things done,
what about the time spent watching the setting sun?
Is it just about checking chores on the to-do list,
what about the time spent strolling and getting lost in the mist?
Is is only about meeting deadlines,
what about winter mornings spent basking in the sunshine?
Is it only about running after our goals,
what about summer afternoons spent eating icecreams cold?
As I bid adieu to another year, can't help but reflect,
on what I achieved and what I had to abdicate.
I think,what I take from this process,
is that I lost valuable time but also gained memories precious.
So,all in all,2014 was a good year,
but in 2015,about somethings I'm going to be very clear.
I will not fret about losing time,
but instead my focus will be on making memories sublime.
That's my resolution I guess,
simple but a tough task nevertheless.
So,Sayonara 2014,
Welcome 2015.


-Seema Tabassum(me)

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Winter Season ( a poem )

I like the winter season,
for the simple reason,
that in the weather there's a chill,
and that leads me to imagine snow on my window sill.
      This is also the time for some Xmas cheer,
      and close behind follow the celebrations of the beginning of a New Year,
      in our school,many carols we sing,
      and I get to play lots in the holidays this season brings.
In the cold I can't help but wish that it snows in my city someday,
then I can,in the soft ,white snow play,
but for now in winters there's one thing about which I'm keen,
of having loads of fun on my birthday that falls on January fifteen.
            -Seema Tabassum(me)

*This poem was written for a project on favourite seasons in Abbu's school,it had to be written from the kid's perspective and Abbu's favourite is Winter because of the cold weather,Xmas holidays and his b'day.The above picture is Abbu's drawing,he drew with markers on a white board.

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My Soul ( a poem )

I look into my soul,
there's a gaping hole,
I feel a void,
and it does nothing to hide.
           Simply keeps resurfacing,
           I can't seem to figure what's missing,
           the demons keep coming back,
           so much,but so much I lack.
From myself innumerable times I feel distant,
and there's much around me that I resent,
I feel like I don't belong,
and this feeling gets pretty strong.
           There's ought to be something that I could do,
           about this turmoil,but all's falling through,
           falling through the gaping hole,
           the one,   the one in my soul.
                       - Seema Tabassum(me)

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