A BIRTHDAY WISH

 Blooming like a delicate daisy                                                                                                           That morning was a little hazy

  Delicacy of nature abides by the charm of your eyes                                                                   Throwing into complexity, even the towering skies  

                                                                                  

   

 Found you nestled in the endless meadows                                                                                      Trembling the leaves with those rapturous hellos

 You smile; the sorrows lose luster                                                                                                        You giggle; even the butterflies muster

This was the day when my life got a meaning                                                                                     This was the day when you were born 

Coveting for our eternal togetherness                                                                                                 Jibing at each other with that dainty craziness

© Tahir Javid Tantray | May 2015

RIDDANCE

The more I die to live

The more I'm made to die

The more I long to give

The more I'm made to sigh

Concealed in these dark nights

With no respite and no hope

Coveting for the emotional bites

All I got is misery and mope

The more I respire

The more I feel the pain

The more I aspire

The more I'm left in vain

No end to this tormenting spree

Such has been this torrid hindrance

Was it all I wanted to be?
Such has been this ultimate riddance

© Tahir Javid Tantray | May 2014

ULTIMATE TOGETHERNESS

It was one of these customary Sunday mornings with no prolific sheen. Incidentally, I got up early morning as I had my appointment with a doctor at a city hospital. So, after finishing with the routine morning  activities, me and dad drove straight to the hospital. After an hour long drive through the historical and typically narrow downtown roads, we were in the hospital. Much to our misery, we were informed that the doctor is going to arrive late almost by an hour or so. Fortuitously, it was raining heavily outside, so, we thought of getting some sort of warmth. Invariably, we 
changed our seat and sat in front of a radiator. The emission of heat from the radiator was so pleasing to the body, that it induced an 'afternoon-siesta' kind of feeling in me. Meanwhile, an hour passed in this dilemma but, there were no signs of the doctor. 

                                                  
                                                         Literally, I thought of sleeping amid the cries and quacks. No sooner did I rest my head against the wall, something uncanny caught my eye. A girl, almost in her late teens made her way into the waiting room. As she passed by the reception, she could barely overlook me. "Bang!', I murmured to myself. She gave such an offbeat look that I hardly managed to sigh. With that brisk yet astounding walk of her, she sat on the bench right in front of us. I felt butterflies pulping in the tummy. This was it. We began to steal each others' looks. For a moment, I thought that a new saga of my life is being scripted.  I had never imagined in the wildest of my dreams that a hospital could swelter such a romantic aroma. 



Remaining part coming soon....

FEIGNED DELICACY

Your looks are not gonna stay
They are gonna burn with hay

Aflame in the heat of May
 Even your sweetheart will sway



Don't believe me?
Go and meet an oldie


Tune in what he's gotta say
His words will cause you breakaway

From the sprawl and profess of each day
Shattering your vanity in dismay 




 © Tahir Javid Tantray | January 2014

GIVE ME A REASON TO LIVE

Heartaches made my life skew
Give me a reason to live


Perceived everything so abrasive
Give me a reason to live


Thronged by everyone so impassive
Give me a reason to live


In this hazy twilight did I grew
Give me a reason to live


Time contrived, made me fugitive
Give me a reason to live


Why wasn't my breath invasive?
Give me a reason to live



Vague solace is all you could give
Give me a reason to live


Until the legion of miseries is few
Only then will I be able to live

 © Tahir Javid Tantray | January 2014

"That Endless Longing"

Ripped off that lustrous gleam
For I'm a wrecked dream


Never strive to assuage me
For I'm a room of scorned destiny


Words were never so gruff
For I'm lost in that heavy puff


Was the torrent so big?
For I'd been such a nimble jig


Memories grew into a memento
For I am lessened to this ghetto


Longing for that doting squeeze
For I've faded in this placid breeze


Past is wailing behind that line
For I have become so sanguine

Woes are soon going to flee
For I will again be me  :)


 © Tahir Javid Tantray | January 2014

"NURTURE THEM THIS WAY"

                                                                                                            

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                         As A Child, Everyone  Desires  To  Achieve  & Acquire   More, As Compared To  His  Might Of  Endurance  And Longing. He  Does  So, By Seeking The Mercy And Kindly Forbearance Of Almighty.  His  Raw  And  Budding  Mind  Acknowledges  Many Things  Bypassing  His  Perception, Day  In  And  Day  Out.  

                      Though, There  Might Be  Some  Inevitable Yet Testing Moments,  When  He  May Be  Unable To  Accomplish The  Favorable  Attempts  Of  His  Wholehearted  Endeavors, But, Simultaneously, He  Needs  To  Be  Patted  Around  $ Reassured Every  Now $ Then, In  Order To Ignite  And  Boost  His  Spiritual And  Self-Assertive  Creative  Drive  To  Seek  Lucrativeness  And Thus  Become  Triumphant.

                       Parents  Have  Gotta  Play  The Pillared  Role To Polish-Up The Power of Thinking  Of Their Wards  In  A Relatively Sophisticated  Manner To Lead Them To  A Path Where  Their Foot-Prints  Become  The  Inspirational  Milestones For Others. The  Family Should  Be A Closely Knit Group. The Home Should Be  A Self-Contained  Shelter  Of Security; A Kind  Of  School  Where  Life’s  Basic  Lessons  Are Taught; And  A Kind  Of  Place  Where  God Is  Honored; A Place  Where  Wholesome  Recreation And  Simple  Pleasures   Are Enjoyed. 

                             

                            In  Today's  Niche, A Child  Must  Be  Given  Enough  Space  For  Implementation  Of  His  Thoughts,  Practically, No-doubt,  The  Purpose  Must  Be  A  Justified   One. As  They  Invariably Say, " The  Real  Magic  Wand  Is  The  Child`s  Own  Mind ".  A Child's  Mind  Is  Like  A Molten-Iron, Which  May  Be  Cumbered  And  Beaten  In  Any Desired  Form. It Could  Become  An  Axe, Which  May Count  As  A Helping And Earning  Hand  To Its  Owner, But, At  The  Same  Time, It  Could Be  Beaten  Into  A Sword, Which  Could  Notably Feign  And  Act As  A Prejudice  Even  To Its  Scabbard  As  Well. Train  Up A  Child In  the Way He  Should  Go; Even  When  He  Is Old He Will Not Depart From It.

                       Traditionally, No One  Fully  Realizes  The  Wealth  Of  Sympathy, Kindness And  Generosity  Hidden  In  The  Soul  Of  A  Child. The  Effort  Of  Every  True  Education  Should  Be  To Unlock  That  Treasure. And, On Top  Of  Everything,  Every Child  Is  Special  In  His  Own  Way,  Bestowed  With  A Certain  Flamboyant, Talent. We  Must  Never  Be  Reluctant  To  Brush  Them  Up  To  Seek  Their  True  And  Honest  Luster. Child Prodigy  Could  Prove  To  Be  The  Most  Wonderful  And  The  Miraculous  Asset,  That  A  Nation  Could  Ever  Possess.

                

                 For A Nation, To  Strive  For A Reliable  And Better Replacement For Senile  Minds, The  Budding  Souls  Must  Be  Nurtured  And  Nourished  In  Such  A  Way, That  One  Doesn't  Refrain  From  Handing  Over  The  Key Of Future  To Them  Sans  Too  Much Of  Hesitation.........!!!!

                                      
                                      
                                          WORDS WITHIN: Tahir Javid Tantray


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