Neelum Afridi, an emerging voice in English poetry. She paints the world as she sees it. She doesn't guarantee you perfection but she does believe in expression with flaws that might touch a string or two of your heart.
Friday, 12 June 2015
For the Spring of Joy - Poetry by Neelum Afridi
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!
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