Guess The Word!

So about a year back, I wrote this poem and tonight at almost the same time - 2 30 AM- I feel this poem suits my mood very well! Hence the post...

7 letters end the joy
7 letters make me say oh boy!

The first 4 make you a bore
The rest 3 added, allow you to scream more

Wondering what the word actually is
No not yet will I tell, you will have to continue reading this

I mite go on & on until I wish to stop
Or I mite be lucky enough if the word just goes, I hope

So far there seem to be no signs of it fading away
Its just clinging to me, oh dear! Is it yet to stay?

I’m thinking of ways to get it off me
Hmm ...what can I do? Common...lets see

I could go to the beach, which sounds excellent, wow!
But I’m afraid that’s not something I can really do now

So I need to think of strategies to help me for the moment
Can’t someone help me? About their holidays... how have they spent?

But again there is no one to ask,
It’s just me & notepad, no one else on this task

Coming back, you must have figured the word I suppose,
The mood of this poem may give you an answer that’s very close

If, still, you feel, you haven’t a clue
I suggest you've got to read paragraph two

You’ve got the 4 letters already you just need to add three
And there you have your word, and that’s what’s clinging to me

Sadly, it’s not left me as yet, but a lil’ has at least gone
So nearing the end of this poem, the word is also known

In the end we've both benefitted, despite all this mess
You've got your word and...My BOREDOM is getting less! :)

Your longest flight...

You get welcomed aboard in hands that love you

And you have no idea to make out who is who

All you do is cry away because you're sumwhere new

But this is the journey where you get to prove ureself-if only you knew...


As a welcome you get priviledged and a secret is whispered in your ear

You keep quiet for a while and it is the Adhaan that you hear

Followed by the Iqamah you now enter the world of Islam

Where Allah is ure Lord and your book is the Quraan.


At birth you aren't much aware of your destination

But later you do realise that like all journeys, this one must have a termination

This flight is unique where you can make a decision on board

And pick from a choice of two, that which will be your final abode.


As you grow up you realise that the good has a place of its own

That which glitters, which is called Jannat, to which you'd like to be flown

And Jahannum is the dwelling for those who are evil doers

A place you don't want to transit nor arrive in, that which is for disbelievers.


But your flight only follows the directions you give it

So you make up a map for your journey with your deeds, bit by bit

Your compass is the guidance you get from your fellow Muslims and your community

And you learn from previous passengers, be it Prophets or those who showed enmity.


To assist you, Allah has bestowed you with intellect

This gives you the power to differentiate and select

Good over evil if you want your arrival into a place filled with gems & fountains

And the arrow on your compass now points in the opposite direction to the place filled with fire and serpents.


So there you start: being generous and pious, obedient and honest

Fulfilling that which is compulsory and being at your best

Refraining from anything that makes you a bad human being

While abstaining from the forbidden, in all aspects of speaking, hearing or seeing.


For your service, your inflight entertainment includes mosques and islamic schools

Where the entertainment is so splendour it penetrates your soul and becomes your tools

That prevent you from any mishaps and calamities while you are heading towards your goal

And explain your journey and its unknown time period so you can understand your role.


And you are blessed with wealth that outbeats gold & silver

That you have to learn to use carefully & wisely, but not like a miser

It's all in your hands, you choose and have your own say

But do not allow a second of your time to run away.


So stop back and think where are you heading to for a moment

You don't know how long you have before all your 'wealth' is spent

You have the longest flight infront of you that you will never experience again

So fill out your arrival forms to read the destination of all gain

And do not lead your flight, your life, in utter vain...

My memory according to Pharmacy terms

Lately, my memory seems to display 'pseudoplastic' characteristics. As I increase the number of lectures I 'shear' into my brain in a day aka 'shear rate', my memory becomes runny and everything flows out very easily. This could be brought down to my neurons being very 'entangled' at the start, ready to grasp information and store it in the entangled structure. But as shear rate increases, my neurons become 'disentangled' since they get stretched beyond their 'point of elasticity' and undergo a 'permanent deformation' 'aligning' themselves in the 'direction of flow'. This explains the decrease in 'viscosity' of my memory.

In contrast what I would need now is a 'dilatent' memory. The higher the 'shear rate' the more 'viscous' the memory. This would be convenient as I 'shear' more lectures in a day, the 'volume' that enters in increases and becomes 'resistant' to flow. This means that at very 'high shear rates' I could even 'break' the limit and store info in a 'solid permanent state' .

These are just some thoughts as I officially call it a day filled with revision today. I'm yet to find out tomorrow whether today my memory has been pseudoplastic or dilatent!;)

Distractions !!

I've just woken up from a 1 hr nap,

I'm gazing at my file, I need a map,
for there's just too much, I donno where to start
so I go away to make sum coffee and enjoy it with a tart.

In the kitchen while im having my tea

I promise to myself that studying it will be
for the next 2 hours flat, wotever be the case

and to top it up, my tea should help me keep up my pace.

I wash my mug and look at the time,

its 4 07, taking another 8 minutes would be no crime

I console myself that 4 15 is more of a round figure

so I switch on the tv, and my break gets bigger.

Its always a good movie when u dont want it to be,

4 15 strikes: I smile to myself for im too tempted to yet see

It's now me debating with myself for I know I will regret

so reluctantly I switch off the telly because I dont want to fret.

I head upstairs with a strong mind to go straight to my room

but before that I look outta the window, its been raining, too much gloom

Then faintly, I can hear the computer fan's noise

and I think to myself, I should really shut it down before my study plan it destroys.

I'm very close to literally pressing the shut down button

when I realize I haven't checked my emails from aston

So I open the browser and it takes forever to load the page

and to check the internet I try to browse through another site in rage.

And yep u guessed it right, i reflexly typed 'facebook.com'

and I begin browsing through the home page of some

people who make their profile interesting just when exams are around

and distract me too easily, to facebook I now get bound.

For the next half an hour I'm reading new posts and posting on walls

I'm meant to be revising has my brain gone for stalls????

and then I remember ohh!i had to chek my email

gosh! maybe my memory really is in status: fail.

I glance at the time again and I know I'e done it again

I've wasted my time utterly, its such a pain

And this brings me down to writing this poem now

I'm really goin to revise now, I'm making a vow!

(PS: dinner is only 15 mins away! - Another distraction or wot!?! ;)

A Journey Through Closed Eyes

I feel the cold metal latch as I open the door

And I breathe in the chilly air of the morning

The realization of another day being here makes me wonder more

am I contented with how I spent yesterday and its evening?

I slowly step out, onto the wet grass

and my shoes get the sprinkle of the dew

This is just one other day out of a whole mass

yet why is it giving me this sense of new?

I breathe in once more, much deeper this time

and my lungs expand, filled with relaxation

I hear a bird singing, a tune noone can mime

smiling to myself at the beauty of this creation

Then suddenly there is a change in the atmosphere

the clouds gently separate and the wind feels less cold

finely flowing warm sunlight warmifies all far and near

I taste joy for an unknown reason, peaking in me by 100 fold

I walk on and hear the cars whooshing by along

and a bicycle bell makes me shift my lane

then all the noise comes to a halt as if something had gone wrong

but its only the pedestrian crossing sound - the silence's explain

I think to myself that nature's beauty

awakens the sense of feel and touch

for all I have felt this morning is not a ritual or a duty

It has been a journey through closed eyes as much.

This journey has been a brilliant, wonderful one today

because it has taught me appreciation

for things I tend not to realize everyday

so now...I will wait for tomorrow with anticipation.

The Rain in Birmingham

Annoying and irritating

too bad its pouring

watery and slippery

my glasses go blurry


the rain comes without any sign

on a day that looks fine

with wind hitting me in my face

I get pushed forward at a fast pace


and then I just miss my bus

cud things get any worse

I get another and find a seat

oh dear its too wet to comfortably sit


I then get off at my stop

a woman ahead has her umbrella on the top

not a very good idea in the wind and rain

and upside down it goes until she has to strain


she moves to one side and den another

her umbrella being a very big bother

I laugh looking at her and next thing I know

my own umbrella begins to play up and I have to hold it low


I nearly walk into people

which is obviously alot of trouble

but theres nothing much that I can do

otherwise my own umbrella will be a funny U


so feeling frustrated at last

I put away my umbrella very fast

but as easy as it sounds it is not

its as if me and my umbrella had fought


in the end I finally win

and my umbrella is destined for the bin

for I try too hard to force it shut

and it breaks from the middle, and im holding it like a nut


feeling a little embarassed over the last second

I see an umbrella on the footpath and I reckon

its not only me having a rough time in the rain

its not an indian movie, we're not dancing on a train


but as I get near my home

I forget the rain and where it came from

for im busy looking at a beautiful rainbow

with nimbus clouds around it hanging very low


so although I still stand by the fact

that experiencing rain in birmingham is not a very fascinating act

a rainbow once in a while makes me stand in that very rain

and forget the tantrums I have of making rain a pain :)

A Breach of Freedom

What do I see in the paper today?

A work of idle minds, who think life's a play.

With covers of freedom of speech on their side,

They propose to mock Islam, far and wide.

Do they not realize that they are being vain?

What are they getting by putting muslims through pain?

For indeed the 'cartoon' that they draw, they shall regret,

They are messing with THE POWERFUL, it's their time to fret.

It's not easy to get away with such a shameful act,

Their actions clearly show an indication of a lack of intellect.

They need to go back to history and derive some morals,

Have they not heard about the year in which elephants were destroyed with pieces of corals?

His belongings which He wishes to protect, the Lord does protect,

Indeed what He did when His Holy house was endangered, is a fact.

Similarly The Holy Prophet(p.b.u.h) is a loved, chosen one from Him,

Do they not see that their life will be soon full of grim?

For the Muslims at large, it is an intolerant excuse,

In our logic, the definition of freedom of speech is being abused.

Ask us and we will give you our humble opinion,

For when hatred burns in our hearts, it glows no less than the sun.

Their doings, without doubt, account for a punishment ,

In a cell of calamities their life should be spent.

And only that day shall Muslims be re-defining this word the wrong doers preach,

When 'freedom' seekers get bound by bars of their 'speech'.

Save Kenya...

What was once a beautiful country, flourished with greenery,
Now sees a colour change, flooded with bloodshed
What has happened to its people, why do they not settle down and agree?
The consequences following elections are indeed very sad.

The peace, the tranquil where has it all vanished?
Are these the days the citizens worked hard for ?
The prices shooting up with people dying famished
Stop the violence please, its impossible to stand anymore.

Innocence at stake, a child walking on the street,
The next instant a mother holds him in her arms crying
One can't imagine what the child must have done to get such a treat,
He never had the chance to utter last words to his mum while dying...

I say, about time people got back to sanity
What is all the violence making them achieve?
Is their target merely progressive enmity?
Between families and tribes and cause everyone to greive?

The people for whom they fight, will not return the losses caused
Do they not understand what a waste their actions are?
Who will answer every question that is being paused?
Do they even have any answers, with thoughts so bizarre.

My only prayer, on this very day in February,
Is for Understanding between Kenyans and for most desired Unity,
Let us make this prayer of mine a fulfilled one and get every Kenyan to agree
And raise our flag sky high, singing our national anthem with sincerity.