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Friday 12 June 2015

For the Spring of Joy - Poetry by Neelum Afridi




"For the Spring of Joy"


Oh You have
brought the spring
of joy!




You primped
our souls,
we cried.
You groomed
for a bouquet,
we plaint,
 a bloom.
We waited, not
but grumbled.





You smiled,
said,
"Won't you
bide,
for the spring

of joy?"


Friday 5 June 2015

If Life throws Lemons at you, Make Lemonade - Poetry by Neelum Afridi





“If Life Throws Lemons at You, Make  Lemonade”




I was relishing nature while sitting in my lawn, looking at the limpid blue sky enlightened by the golden, sparkling sun. The vista caused a kind of a jump-start for a life I had always dreamt about. Took a deep breath I moved my gaze to the brightly lined lemons hanging above my head in the tree which I had planted long ago. “How lovely the lemons look. My tree, I planted it. See, how large it has grown. Nothing can be better than that. What more can I ask for?” I thought to myself and the mere moment I had the thought, the lemons from the tree one after the other toppled over me. I started yelling which opened my eyes. “Oh…! Great God, I was dreaming.”



This dream led me to think of the cliché, “If life throws lemons at you, make lemonade.” In this very trite phrase I can see nothing but optimism. This is a lucent paradoxical statement which at the same time shows the sweet and sour aspects of one’s life, the way we can change every bitter, bad, galling situation into a sweet, felicitous and gratifying one, only by our attitude towards it.



As a matter of fact, we all know individuals who have lived their lives in a noble and honorable way and those same heroes have had a basket full of lemons too. The difference is that some decide to do more than make lemonade; they use their lives to show each one of us what it truly means to face life's greatest struggles with dignity, compassion, and an overwhelming love for others. They laugh, embrace, move forward, open our hearts and minds, notice the beauty around them, adjust, decide to go the distance, and evaluate their significance in the universe.










To name some as an example, let’s first talk about John Nash, who was a preeminent mathematician, won Nobel Prize for his contributions at mathematics. Was he always a man with a luxurious life so great? No, he never had a life like that for always; on the contrary, he had a kind of a life which threw innumerable lemons at him. When he was afflicted by schizophrenia but he with the help of his partner managed to fight it away and focused on what he was meant to do. He used those bitter, sour lemons to make sweet, yummy lemonade.










To take a turn from the world of science to the world of literature, Bepsi Sidhwa, a well-known female English novelist, who is recognized internationally, was never as well recognized as today. Dating back when she wanted to publish her first novel, none of the publishing companies in Pakistan agreed to publish her work. She has tasted dozens of sour lemons to make the sweet one. Here she is, right in front of us as a successful writer known by the entire world.























Nelson Mandela, a name never unknown but in actual fact it was not always as well-known as of today. An African leader, who came forward to lead his nation when there was no one to lead Africans and stood for his nation as strong as an iron wall. He spent 27 years of his life in prison just for the sake of his people.


















Moreover, Tallat Hussain, an immensely talented Pakistani actor, once sold tickets outside a cinema to earn his living. Now is one of the legendary drama actor of the subcontinent, not only this, he is studied as a subject in the university of Scotland in recognition of his matchless work in the field of arts.


The accounts that I cited of these celebrated people above is to descry how efficiently they squeezed the lemons of their lives to make lemonades, never to ponder about the idea of the great people never suffered, they did; perhaps amply than us yet they  are deft enough to manage a smile in any scene of the story. Likewise, dare nay to chew over the interrogative of “why me?” As, you may have galore of the possessions for what others endeavor to achieve.
In the bargain, when life is topping you with its many lemons, you better think of the many ways of chopping the lemons to make lemonade. Let’s challenge the situation in which life has challenged us by learning what we haven’t learned before with the experience of making lemonade tastier and delectable than others. Although, it's just life reminding us that it's possible to make lemonade from the sour times in order to prevent us from dehydrating by the more mediocre and less rocky times. Life is primping our souls to be able to enjoy the sweet moments after tasting the bitter ones, or else we’d never be able to know the difference.


Besides, we long more than what we deserve and ultimately end up being depressed when we can’t prosecute it, as no one is granted more than he/she deserves. Thus, to endure the excellence and grace we have to catch the lemons. In order to get to the upper echelon we must regard the grimace of life.


To sew up, measure your life not by lemons, but by lifting high a glass of lemonade and toasting bright promises for the future. Dreaming as high as the sky and to remember that there is a world beyond the sky and the star as this visible sky is not the limit. In fact, to chalk up the world that we always dreamt of irrespective of these little, small, rounded lemons that life throws at us because our ardor is not so feeble to be extinguished by a yellow colored ball which tastes bitter only. For instance I inquire you, “what would you do with those lemons that life throws at you?"




Wednesday 3 June 2015

Change - Poetry by Neelum Afridi




"Change"



These thorns,
that you have sown,
I will walk on,
to get the rose.



I will bleed,
hurting my feet,
I will sweep,
just like an eel.



I won't stop,
will clear the thorns,
will grow a rose,
of a new kind.



Because I'm a change,
I challenge this incline,
I reject this trace,
of smiles and laughter.



I choose to bleed,
I choose to change,
because I rebel,
to the customs which prevail.



I'm on this stony rail,
hurting myself,
forcing massive stones aside,
attiring myself.



Making a base,
for a change,
I'm the change,
Yes I am.



If you put me in jail,
or throw me in hell,
hit me with hand,
kill me with jibe.



But I'm the change,
remember I am,
I won't stop,
New foundation will sprout.



Because I'm the change,
I rebel,
I'll walk with pride,
as I know I'm right.



You may whisper,
those loose talks I hear,
I'm not deaf, neither blind,
I hear, I see.



Get hurt, may cry,
pains cut inside,
your eyes when I walk,
hit me like swords.



It bleeds my soul,
Ahh..!This blood will grow,
a rose with a fresh odor,
Oh! That will be the dawn,
As I'll bring on my own!