Showkat Ul Rahman

I am jack of all trades now, I handle the broom, I cut the hair, I cook meals, I sew torn patches, I repair shoes, I maintain the washroom, I self medicate, I look after the lighting, I act as a toy and keep rotating to the tune of her excellancy. Thanks Corona.........

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