Monday, February 1, 2010

Pampered (poem)

she was a princess
pretty and graceful

living in a castle along her joyful world
playing with happiness all the time

swinging the swing of peace and love ,
laughter of her's spreading all around

she was in castle ,like a heart in rock,
castle kept her like pearl in a clam,
no harm was allowed to touched her ever ,

life seemed fully in her favor ,
when ever she looked through the windows of castle ,
spring was always dancing in her gardens ,

but once she found ,that all windows were painted spring by some clever,

she cut the painting and got out of the castle,
suddenly she met the other colors of life,
which were completely stranger to her eyes,

she saw the bare trees looking so sad ,
she saw yellow leaves ruined on the ground ,
and a bird hanging on the branch stuck with some thing ,
she pull a thorn from feather released it from the pain,

she saw it flying away and felt some thing thing crawling

on her pinkish cheeks
she tasted it , it was the tear
for the very first time in her eyes
she could not get them , but a feel of real joy bloomed her soul so high.
The joy that she never had before in her life.


  1. Awww..that was touching Shabana...Oh and I love the first photo, really matches the description of the woman in the story.

    Have a good day!


  2. Wow. Loved this one Shabana. Great job. The ending was remarkable. Both pictures were beautiful!
    Have a good day...:)

  3. i like this, sweet n touch. If this story symbolize about urself, i just hope u always happy n joy in ur life :)

  4. Hi Shabana. I think this is stunning. A wonderful gift that you have. So beautiful and profound.

    Bearfriend xx

  5. Hi Shabana,
    This one is my favorite so far, you have a great gift for words

  6. Assalamu alaikum sister,

    It's really a different an amazing post.

    I also think there are many windows around our imaginary castles wich although show spring while infact, they are cetainly windows wich have been painted spring by some clever.

    Your post seems to be a perfect match of following quotes:

    If a thousand old beliefs were ruined by our march to truth we must still march on.
    Stopford brooke

    Truth, like gold, it is to be obtained not by its growth, but by washing away from it all that is not gold.
    Leo Tolstoy

    Best Wishes!

  7. wa wa.... dear fellow, this is a very nice piece of poetry. good. keep sharing.


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