Poems Unleashed

Rumi Time!

2011-10-19T17:00:00.000-07:00

“If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?”

“You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?”

“What you seek is seeking you.”

“Knock, And He'll open the door

Vanish, And He'll make you shine like the sun

Fall, And He'll raise you to the heavens

Become nothing, And He'll turn you into everything.”

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”

“A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home.”

“Be like melting snow -- wash yourself of yourself.”

“They say there is a doorway from heart to heart, but what is the use of a door when there are no walls?”

“When you feel a peaceful joy, that's when you are near truth.”

“You think because you understand 'one' you must also understand 'two', because one and one make two. But you must also understand 'and'.”

“The truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell, and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.”

رومی

-Rumi

Thoughts in moments of despair...

2011-10-19T16:40:00.000-07:00

*I came across a song with beautiful lyrics the other day, and I thought to myself that after quite sometime here were some meaningful, intense lyrics with alot of depth to them. Enjoy the lyrics below.*

After separating me away from my dreams

I wonder where God is

I dont even know when I became a stranger to myself it seems

How do I live when wandering my soul is.

Why do my paths question, 'where's the destination?'

the paths of the heart are such that there is no destination

search for me i live sumwhere around lost

My heart is elsewhere

and life is elsewhere

My breaths are there then why am I not alive

my fate is scattered everywhere and flowing like sand

Out of my hands

how then can I write a new story,

when all I can see is just despair.

But the paths I chose were my own decision

then why am I still dissatisfied

It beats me that what mistake have I made

to experience such a life

the few lines on the forehead are what the world is about

They tell me, as I wipe away my tears,

they tell me that God's plan is not to be wiped

The paths of the heart are such that there is no destination

search for me I live sumwhere around lost

My heart is elsewhere

and life is elsewhere

My breaths are there then why am I not alive

Why should I be awake while someone else gets the chance to dream

Why is my God watching yet nothing seems to be happening

Then tell me, Why should I be awake while someone else gets the chance to dream

Tell me, Why should I be awake.....

Home is where the heart lies...

2011-10-13T14:43:00.000-07:00

How wonderful this place is, where do I begin

A sense of peace deep down from within

An abode that is like no other

A destination filled with wonder

A smile spreads across the face

When you remember fond memories of this place

Some say the heart lies here

Indeed remembering it also makes you shed a tear

When we're away from it for too long

We realise its value more and know where we belong

And on quiet nights like this one tonight

Closing our eyes we bring it in sight

And imagine that we're sitting right there

amidst the warmth & love of family everywhere

and there's this sudden rush of protection that surrounds

with familiar voices and hustle bustle and sounds

How we miss home we all question time and time again

By staying so far from it, what do we attain

A difficult call, but there's no gain in dismay

And in the hope of a better future we continue this way

How wonderful home is, what do I say

A glimpse of it would make our day

Home is indeed an abode like no other,

And truly a destination filled with awe & wonder.

Some nice words...(I wish they were mine!)

2011-06-04T11:23:00.000-07:00

Nothing like home!

2011-01-16T13:41:00.000-08:00

I have recently been missing home alot, the good food, the atmosphere, and most of all the people. Then I came across some beautiful words on Kenya and I thought nothing better than to blog it, hence the post below ! :-)

Once upon a time God took the world's most beautiful holiday destinations

He took the greatest game on earth and put it to roam freely in 59 game parks

He took the world's most romantic beaches washed by an ocean that teams with

life

He took the mountains and the valleys, the lakes and the hills

and turned them into a sporting paradise

He took the world's most welcoming people and spread them across 42 different

cultures

then God rolled all these into ONE beautiful country, and called it

KENYA :-)

Kenya, experience a different SAFARI everyday! :)

And Life Goes On....

2011-01-11T15:24:00.000-08:00

Nearing another birthday, I'm getting a lil freaked out that time's flying and I'm growing old. I remember a friend mentioning once, that when you hit 20, u know a third of your life is over! Sad ...but a fact. So reaching 23, I'm looking back at the 22nd year of my life and realising that time has really flown at concorde speed! Nevertheless I'm thankful to God, for blessing me with yet another peaceful year.

I'm just reflecting over the previous year and thinking of where I was and where I am now, and what difference this year has made to my life. My 22nd year has been eventful...from achieving a profession to developing new relationships. It has been a year filled with changes. From life as a student to life as a professional. A massive change indeed! It's true when people say that working life is different. It just makes you appreciate all the chances you had to snooze in lectures at uni. In contrast, snoozing even a lil bit now comes with its own consequences and responsibilities. Sometimes I wish I could go back to it, even with the exams ( I know I'm probably only saying that for now, in real sense I mean Uni life minus exams!)...But life goes on and dwelling in what has already passed doesn't help. Instead it's best to add it to my experiences' list and move on.

It's funny how some rules are just made to stay. Like life goes on. Like Time flies. Wouldn't it be cool if life could be paused where you like and lovely times could go slowly (you can tell from this sad thought that I'm really freaked out to turn another year older lol). Time is flying so I thought that I'd reflect over my 22nd year and make a list of all the things that I want to remember from it, and also things that I don't want to remember from it. So that's what I'm going to do now before I'm off to bed. It might just make me feel that time didn't really fly as I count the moments. Or if nothing else, I'm sure it will be something that brings a smile to my face a couple of years down the line when I'm in one of those reminiscing moods.

Oh yea and Time flies...it sure does! Life goes on...it sure does! It's just about finding the joy in pocketing those experiences and savouring those moments! God willing, my 23rd year of life turns out to be a year of learning, personal development and peace.

Happy living people! :) After all, the meaning of life is what you want it to be.

Life is about contrasts

2010-05-04T13:03:00.000-07:00

Ever wondered how something means one thing, and it's equally its opposite meaning too?

Like a long break can still be short
A silly joke can still be witty

A happy occasion can still be sad
An annoying event can still be funny
A lost friend can still be as good as never lost
A tiring journey can still be fun

A reality can still be a dream
A freaky coincidence can still be nice
An unexpected comeback can still be expected
A forgotten figure can still be remembered
A dark room can still be lit as your eyes adjust

An old season can still be new

A decision to not intervene can still be an intervention
A silent conversation can still say alot
An audience who listens can still be oblivious to your real message

Isn't it wonderful how our grey matter does the thinking? The fact that we can contrast things allows us to carry out an analysis of extremes and then make the 'true' decision for ourselves. Therefore, there is one thing that has just one meaning : The Truth. You cannot lie about something and still be saying the truth. So if there is one person who can be honest with yourself its YOU. So long as YOU know what the truth is, based on this YOU can make the decision and justify yourself...and the world will listen.

Happy Honesty Day!*

And since life is about contrasts, this post is 4 days late and it can still be 361 days early!

*M. Hirsh Goldberg founded National Honesty Day in the early 1990′s and established April 30th as the day, in order to end the month “on a higher moral note” since we start the month with April Fool’s Day, a day of spoofs and lying.

All over a Cuppa Coffee...

2010-04-10T07:31:00.000-07:00

Of the several things I like
From watching a movie to riding a bike
There's one thing that has always been fun
And that's a cuppa coffee with a friend even though there's not much done

I guess everything has its own time and mood
Sometimes its good music, sometimes good food
Or more happening outings like visiting a new place
Or equally, sipping on refreshing coffee whilst conversing with a familiar face

My coffee meet ups have always been interesting
They range from light hearted talk and reminiscing
To some serious, intense issues and life's mysteries
and even though the cuppa coffee's over, this isn't true for the stories

I'm sure I have upp'd the coffee houses' sales,
But in return I've acknowledged the beauty of telling tales
And by that I don't mean small talk or gossip
Although some of the latter is allowed, with every odd, alternative sip

I have gotten to know people by allowing them to speak
By letting them express themselves and talking about their week
And it slowly becomes a dialogue after I've done my listening
where we share opinions and the conversation continues rolling

And, without saying much, there has to be something funny to see
Funky music or talking over the vacuum's noise, or a couple spilling their coffee
Amidst the talks the uncontrollable laughter sweeps in
Making this another memory to blame on the coffee spin

So whether its sharing life's experiences and encounters
And relating to the lives of one another
And in the process getting myself to better understand 'Me'
It's all worth over a cuppa coffee...

It's Complicated!

2010-02-20T14:53:00.000-08:00

Avoid trying to dazzle your audience with impressive looking equations or complicated lines of reasoning!

In search for being different
and being the exceptional one
We sometimes forget ourselves
and try to be the other person

It's true that the world judges you
and majority go by first impressions
But that doesn't mean you need to
put on a mask to hide your expressions

You are who you are
live up to it and don't feel ashamed
It doesn't matter what the world thinks
just don't go around being blamed

Being yourself will be easy
as you don't have to keep remembering
When to act or be yourself
and things will be smoothly flowing

At times what happens with us
is that we complicate matters for ourselves
We find that the world is at a such a speed
that no-one will remember a norm self

We strive to be people we are not
we want the good of both sides
We want to be the ones who win
but we cannot change our insides

In doing so, the essence
of diversity is sadly lost
A meaningless effort to impress only lasts
for as long as you can keep your fingers crossed!

So be the person you were born to be
and don't complicate things people
Your time is limited so don't waste your entire life
instead keep things Sweet & Simple...:-)

Looking for a place...

2010-01-21T18:32:00.000-08:00

As the flurries float in the air

And settle lightly on the ground

I stick my hand out through the window

It feels so magical, without any background sound

By now the green grass is covered

And the earth sleeps beneath a blanket of snow

The air is fresh and silent

With nature's beauty at its peak flow

I absorb the view slowly

And the child inside me smiles

I like such moments to be honest

Where one gets to look outside their busy lifestyles

A pigeon lands on a disant tree

But quickly flies away

I think to myself it must be cold

For otherwise it would stay

It flies to the top and repeats its action

Realising the tree is the same everywhere

But this time it's determined to make its place

And doesn't leave in despair

It cleverly scrapes off abit of snow

And then some more with its feet

And once it has made its own space of comfort

I know it hasn't accepted defeat

So you might think I'm abit tipsy

Analysing a bird's doings

I have to admit when I thought of all this

Even I was assured I could do with some reality meetings

But what I realised was thankfully sane

And I felt quite philosophical

I found myself putting pieces together

To make everything seem logical

And I understood that the pigeon had left me

With a vital lesson to learn from

A place doesn't exist on its own in a difficult surrounding

We need to make our own room therefrom

It applies to life and its downs

Where sometimes we're forced outside our comfort zone

It's up to us to blend in and adjust

By taking an action to combat being thrown

Okay...I also know flurries may not be that exciting for some

But let's create our own magic

Life's too short to rely on just big things

To make it ecstatic or tragic

So the point is appreciation can start

At a very tiny moment in your life

It's your positive outlook on things that matters

And life will seem less of a strife...

The Sunset

2009-07-08T16:47:00.000-07:00

It has seen you staring back at it
It has seen you struck in awe
It has seen you get excited and your face lit
It has seen you shift your gaze from high to low

It gives an inner tranquility
It signifies moments of love
It speaks utter volumes with its beauty
About the creativity of the One above

You have seen people point at it
Admiring it's elegance with a smile
You have seen couples hold hands while watching it
It's warmth making their relationship travel that extra mile

The calm blue sky & the white clouds make way
For a powerful fiery form to stand out
It just looks such a pretty mix of colours that stay
For as long as I can admire without any doubt

After a long day at work I instantly know
There couldn't have been a better moment in the day
The pure satisfaction I achieved from where I saw
And the appreciation of the end of another day

Wherever you see it from, as far as your vision will reach
You will, like me, be left to silently ponder
Whether it’s from the end of a road or the shore of a beach
Why don't I see the sunset more often? -I wonder

My Bus Journeys

2009-03-15T13:38:00.000-07:00

So I realized it’s been long

Since I synthesised a poem of my own

Thinking of a subject this came to mind

Where buses r the object coz there was nothing else I could find!

But my bus journeys r entertaining, so this should be a good read I hope

For both me n you when we're procrastinating, so lets begin: at the bus stop

You know the feeling when a bus is coming, and you think 'Oh finally it's here!'

Just to realize that it won’t be stopping, it’s too packed- no room for us- our biggest fear

So standing in the cold in the morning, we wait for the next bus to arrive

And although '10 minutes' on the screen is flashing, its funny how everyone throws glances at the screen literally after only counting five

And when the next bus can be seen from a distance, everyone reluctantly edges forward

And a queue-ish like thing is made with some resistance as everyone's secretly chanting one 4 letter word.

Stop!...but this one also goes past whizzing, and someone tries so hard to run behind it to bang with a pole!

Though I'm getting late, I can't help but find it amusing, at how everyone's expression changes: from hope to 'what the hell!' on the whole

So now let's say we finally get on board, allow me to narrate what I've witnessed during the journey

For every time I commute there's always something to add to the record, be it about someone else or about myself, there's always something funny

I've sat next to a lady who had nothing much to say, but instead started singing aloud

And when the whole bus looked my way, I wasn't sure if I should have felt proud?!?

I've sat next to someone who slipped into deep slumber, and fell asleep in the evening traffic

And I had to wake him up which took forever, as my stop was next-what an annoyingly funny freak!

And then there was this one time when a man who was switching seats at every stop, lost his balance

And whacked me with his walking stick real hard on my leg, a rare incidence (thank god!)

And another lady who wasn’t holding the pole tight enough and this one deserves claps

For as the bus turned a corner she swung around and sat straight on a man's laps!

A friend of mine once grabbed a lady's hair in an attempt to reflexly hold the pole

And she shot us a horrible look , as if by what she'd done we were having a ball

Another friend went flying to the front with her head landing on someone’s shoulder

And someone banged his head while going to the front coz the bus jerked, and hand in hand was a toddler!

Speaking of everyone having their imbalances, I’ve had my bad days as well

Where I missed the bus step and straight on my knees I fell

Reflexly to save myself I put my hands in the air

And managed to instead push a security guard who gave me a long stare!

I didn't know what to do for as much as I was embarrassed, I had this sudden urge to laugh

But funnily no one around me found it funny enough

So I quickly apologised and headed to a seat behind

Where I could hide my face away and finish off all the laughter that I could find

But every time I tried to stop, my brain hit replay

And the whole scene would come up again, my laughter would not stay at bay

And I still manage to crack up , as I write all of this today

Bus journeys are entertaining despite all the 'delay!'

A long day multiplied by no sleep at 2 AM equals the product below...

2009-01-26T16:46:00.000-08:00

It was nearly two in the afternoon. I was getting paranoid. I didn’t know what would happen when I’d see you. I just wanted this meeting to be over as soon as possible. After this, indeed would come my freedom.

I was seated on my own at a table in the corner when I saw you. You had your back towards me and I did not dare touch you. But nevertheless I kept looking at you wondering what you had in store for me today.

When finally I turned you towards me I was shocked. You looked a lot more different than what I had expected. You were much taller than what I was told and not at all what I was hoping for. Immediately I knew that this wasn’t going to be a good time.

You couldn’t talk to me and I didn’t feel like telling you anything. Still, you wanted me to answer your questions- the answers to which I had not. That’s because you asked me to explain certain things that I had never thought would be relevant for this day. Why did you do this? I was so prepared to tell you all that I thought but you never gave me a chance. You really were different. If only I would have been informed.

You weren’t fair even one bit. Surely this meeting couldn’t have been any worse? I sat there for one and a half hour trying hard to figure you out and I think you clearly enjoyed seeing me in this frustrated state, for every question that you asked, was progressively worse than the previous. To top it up, you knew that I wasn’t in a position to do much to you. It was like you had the upper hand and I did not like this tone of yours at all.

Indeed, I was glad when our time was up. But my freedom did not bring me the joy to the extent that I was hoping for. I wanted this to end in a nice way; amicably if you like. But seems like you didn’t want this to happen to me either. It’s over now and I try not to think about it; but whenever I do, I still think you let me down…I think you really did.

PS: For those of you who are getting worried for me, STOP. I am not undergoing any emotional saga in my life (Thank God for that!). All I’m doing is complaining about an exam I had recently, with an exaggerated expression instead of: ‘Ok this exam was hard!’ If that feels dodgy, go back and read it again: this time with an exam in mind! :)

I like

2009-01-09T18:03:00.001-08:00

I like humour that doesn’t need to be retold, to make u laugh...only recalling it is enough to get u into fits

I like intelligence which is not screaming to make you notice...its silence however speaks volumes

I like appreciation that does not have to be decked up with words...but when said while looking in the eye means a lot

I like company that may not necessarily be by my side all the time...but its presence makes up for all the times of its absence

I like conversations that do not have to be lengthy, to get you interested...but are fun and honest to be worthwhile remembering

I like fun that doesn’t have to be planned in advance, to be counting down to...but is spontaneous enough to enjoy every moment

I like arguments that aren't impulsive or full of taunts, but where…with all due respect, both sides allow trains of thoughts to be built

I like responses that do not have to be chased to be received, but…are received as soon as the question is raised

I like... a lot more things…but to end on a lighter note

I like sleep that doesn’t need tosses n turns for its arrival…simply placing the head on the cold pillow sends u off to dreamland

PS: I’m going there rite now!:)

Colours ...in Gaza

2009-01-07T10:35:00.000-08:00

As much as colours have a cheer and excitement essence,

The people of Gaza perceive them with an utter difference.

The scene in Gaza is one that sees a mixture of colours,

While they rightfully claim 'The land that you so barbarically snatch is ours!'

If red represents affection and love,

In Gaza, it is the blood of a close one, who has now gone above.

If green represents the beauty of nature,

In Gaza, it is the liberty hidden in the country's flag, which Gaza asks for from its snatcher.

If black represents courage and confidence,

In Gaza, it is the smoky atmosphere and the sooty winds which too have reached peaks of tolerance.

If blue represents eternal water bodies and peaceful skies,

In Gaza, it is sensed as feelings of lows, as news are received when a relative dies.

If purple represents grandeur and royalty,

In Gaza, it is just a consequence of a bombing that has left bruises which will not erase even with difficulty.

If white represents peace and tranquility,

In Gaza, it is the fear observed on the faces of the innocent children, wondering when good times will be in their visibility.

If yellow represents illuminating light and vibrance,

In Gaza, it is light that scares, raises the fear of being attacked, a most likely chance.

It is utmost inhumane to receive definitions of colours in this sense,

Then why does Gaza have sufferings to such immense?

It is important for the whole world to comprehend,

We need to help restore the true colours for the people of this land.

Guess The Word!

2008-09-07T15:58:00.000-07:00

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...

2008-09-04T15:49:00.000-07:00

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

2008-04-29T14:24:00.002-07:00

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 !!

2008-04-15T11:50:00.000-07:00

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

2008-03-08T16:03:00.000-08:00

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

2008-02-22T10:38:00.000-08:00

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

2008-02-14T07:45:00.000-08:00

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...

2008-02-05T13:26:00.000-08:00

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.