Showkat Ul Rahman

Not far from the city, Not far to the meadows. people are handsomly beautiful, Simple and dutiful, The river Sukhnag is our host, All enjoying it's fish roast. The congregation of people and prayers till late. The soothing sermons in Jamia are great. The simplicity and intellect is our strength, The architect of diversity is at  length. Different castes and different jobs, Magray dynasty is respected a lot. Proffessor Magray an authority with fame, An ocean of wisdom, loved by all. The galloping race with deligent mind, Leave no stone unturned behind. Batpora the beautiful name, Symbol of unity,wish always the same.

The freezing winter......... The onset of winter,the drizzling cold, The shivering body,difficult to hold. The snow is dancing in full tune, The street kids are watching from home. The decending snow fascinate the view, The heart is filled with intense love. The flaming kangri and attire loose , The fancy firan and warm shoes. The freezing roofs and icicles bright, Running nose and blurred sight. The dark clouds often fright, The silent snow with extreme might. Rising late and having brunch, The hot spicy and suitable lunch. The slidding snow from roofs atop, The heap of snow,skid and hop. The winter holidays are a fun, A pleasure worth a million ton.                                 Written by                         Showkat Ul Rahman

    I am the stone that the builder refused, found a place where the corners i  fused. I am the rose plucked to wither. Soft petals send love with matter. I am the fruit let rot on the ground. Filled the jars with flavours around. I am the love ignored by own, Grain of affection sincerely sown. I am the life and you failed to land, Call me anything,don't give it a damn. I am the sky far from you, showering life unto you. I am thy earth dug by all, Will always nourish and nurture all. I am the mountain of weired shape, Treasure of woods and glaciers in lap. The worries and curries are part of the game, Break the law and change the same. I am human and shamed the race, Think before you are wrapped in the case.         Written by: Showkat Ul Rahman

In the shining sun and shades of life, A mature wife hold you high. In the low and high of life, she never makes you sigh. She handles all with fun, Some with love and some with gun. The safety and upbringing all class, disciplined family,fingers crossed. Welcome hubby with intense smile, Unleashing hidden treasures of life. Wise and witty,mentor and guide, A good companion filling the void. She never tire nor succumb to greeds, Tall character and awesome deeds. She is witness to all the odds, She is the queen of all gods. In the merries and miseries of life, A warrior with a corageous knife.   Written by: Showkat Ul Rahman

        Tikk tikk tikk,the time is on, Tikk tikk tikk,the time is gone. Built dunes in different zones, By the time had tired my bones. Time is there to host your life, Time is there to sharpen your knife. I tried to saddle the time, I tried to reign it tight. But the time has no time to wait, You make it early,you make it late. I gave you time and you made sunday, It is precious and you made it funday. Be it the day and be it the night, Time is one that sets you right.                               Written by                        Showkat Ul Rahman

  The secrecy of life,the warmth of the womb, The deep slumber inside the lively tomb, All this makes you a precious lamb. The mother is full of hope, The born will shoulder her aging boat. The whispering berceauses soothes the heart. The hugs,the kisses and loves a lot. The flavoured milk often i recall, The toothless chewing and sipping jaws. Dressing me red and dressing me green, Tying the knot and helping to talk. The sky is huge and earth the vast, Nature mother is my second thought. Longing for your healthy growth, Peace,values,harmoney are her moral oath. Your all secrets are open to your mother, Chatting at length you relish better. The sincere company is all time high, Will never want you to utter sigh. Wanting to be known by the status of kids, Individual identity she usually skips. The sacrifices great,inspite of pain never complain, Your smile is all that she entertain. You have the mother,no need to bother, With her wishes you so...

  O' daughter,you are an inspiration of change,the dearest of all. O,daughter,your innocent gaze is a bliss of age. House turns home when you are born, Corn of love and discipline sown. You believe in everyone and we respect your sublime faith. You are a means of life and joy,the flesh of heart. Your tearful departure is a  painic ache, You are a thick stick in decending age. Sacrificing and compromising is your strength, Adoptation and change from length to breadth. Balancing parental and inlaws home, Never say no to either of the homes. The noble princess and saphhire shine, i don't have one,though all are mine.                                      Written by                     ...

  Untimely incessant rains often pains, Overflowing lanes and muddy plains. Submerged roads and oozing boots, Filthy salwars and wet suits. The allergic breeze and dirty crust, The sprinkling fountain of mud and rust. The dark clouds and broken skies, The frightening lights pierce the eyes. The huge mountains are dull in sight, The sky bangs the earth with fight. The sky is furious initiating a tussle, The earth preparing to calm the bustle. The angry mood lasts short, The sky rests on the blue cart. The earth weares the green crown. Nature mother feeds the town.                                  Written by                           Showkat Ul Rahman

    The scenic beauty and freshness in air, The awesome peaks and clouds here. The meadows,the lakes,the streams roar, The gardens,the hills,the land of rose. The people would cry and die for others, Seldom do we close the doors. Having seen the Tears and fears, Still do not forget the nears. In the Rubble and trouble of life, Missed the bubble of joy for ever. The faded beauty and miseries apart, We are a drained and drowned lot. The eyes are sunken and wrinkled face, O'that wonderful era, do embrace.                                    Written by                           Showkat Ul Rahman

A youth,well built and a handsom boy, Sacrificed himself for islam with joy. Sun that shines in the dark, shines dark leaving no mark. For kashmir he was cream, Liberty and freedom was his dream. The blood he gave fertilized the land, The yeild produced at harvest is grand. Though he belonged to a family of little fame, He made himself the winner of a great game. 7th Mrach,91 is the day he flew like the eagles do, Leaving great ideas for us to do.

  Being complacent might give you pain, Accepting failure,not in my domain. Life taught me sour is good and sweet is bad, What you filter is your job and what you reflect is what you are. How can material deflect your goal when you cherish what you have, The deeper you dig the more it fouls, The more you aspire,more wants you have. Life is a lesson to lessen the burden, Fermenting egos will make you fragile. Don't be feast for the beast for you might vanish in a while. Sincerely your's,will return this fate, Undone with the world,finding solace.                                  Written by                            Showkat Ul Rahman

  Tame the mind and frame the journey, Mend the body and fight the cause. The road is rough and task uphill, Being tough can ease up the job. Invest in relations and friends indeed, They are the ones you might need. Toil hard while trekking the goal, Highest peaks or distant poles. When the graph is inked with curves, Have the patience and calm the nerves. Prick of thorns and eagles soar, Passion and ambition opens the door. Your naive ideas are better in spirit, Even minor scratch can ignite the wit. Relentless days and sleepless nights, Blood and sweat accomplish all. Success being a greased pole, Failure is an untried role.                                Written by                      ...

I still remember the fragrance,the colourful soul. The tough character of a rock,the solid soul. I still remember your taste,the nawab's soul. The elite king,the kingly soul. I still remember the ready wit,the wise soul. The kitty full of charity,the giving soul. I still remember the delicate care,the loving soul. The thoughts of a great saint,the thinking soul. I still remember the bonding edge,the reconnecting soul. The communication from within the heart,the straight soul. I still remember you valued money less and relations more,the priceless soul. The person full of love and empathy more,the empathising soul. I wish you could live more,the eternal soul.                                                Written by          ...

Corona,precautions....   Staying together is the rule of life, distancing sometimes adds to life. The air and water precious to life, contagious mediums devastate the life. Shutting the mouth and covering the nose, rinse the hands with water and soap. Seperate beds even seggregate rooms, Can make you joyous,journey to moons. Caring old is the duty of all, Healthy food and hygeine the call. Dirty surroundings are a threat to all, Clean surfaces and airy hall. Congested huts and dense populace, Awareness,action and tighten the lace. Individual contributions needed from all, Waiting for the authorities might waste all. Pray together and bow to God, For HE only can wipe the odd.       Written by Showkat Ul Rahman

Corona,the killer God,the protector........... The tiny creature,the power so great, HE is supreme knows how to treat. In the click and blink of eye, The whole universe burn dry. Soil is same with different fruits, Some are sour and some are sweet. We are on the abondoned track, HE only can put you back. Scare scare everywhere, Even chirping birds mum here. Bioweapons are killing the race, Shame to the ones who hooked the lace. The journey is on a pandemic halt, Superpowers are tasting the salt. We forgot you and so you, Now we miss you,may you too.         Written by  Showkat Ul Rahman