Dawn

poetry

Peace at last

A word

I couldn’t grasp

Till now

At this time

When I don’t stress

About what’s on my mind

Cool summer breeze

Light storms

Reflects life

It’s not all ease

Sure the sun may shine

And the birds sing

But if we don’t struggle

And get drenched in the rain

We willl never learn a thing

And that’s boring

And that’s not human nature

The present is the treasure

We should cherish forever

And no one has to go it all alone

Learn to love and live together

Dawn

How I can say so much at this time

I feel at peace

And I can finally unwind

So I wait for dawn

Hoping to tell a good story

Just like this time

Sweet Life

islam, muslim, Poems, poetry

Swam depths to reach the shore
Riding waves and sailing clear
Hard to forget the waves of harmonic
Back when life was blue like the sky
And when life seemed so gloomy
We all become melancholic
When our vision is distorted
But the harder the struggle
The sweeter the rewards
God has a plan, For all of us
I feel like a king at times
This is my sweet life
The life I’ve earned
And when things look down
I just remember all I have ever done
If there was such thing as a simple life
We would not cherish our time and struggles
We wouldn’t understand the plans God has for us
So I wrote this poem to remind myself
that whatever happens
just keep in mind
If there was no such thing as struggles
It just wouldn’t be a sweet life

I owe you one

depression, god, inspiration, islam, love, people, Poems, poetry, religion, spilled ink, thoughts, truth, writing

I was so wrong
This was our song
Forget all our failures
Forget all our mistakes
We will get through this
And whatever we face
Just remind yourself
You have what it takes
You’ve always been there
And you always will be
I owe you one
I owe you one
I’m here for you
But what you need is yourself
You need your strength
You need your love
It’s all good loving others and making friends
But you need to love yourself first
You need to be your own best friend
You have what it takes
Just like everyone else
You juat need to focus
And if you ever feel like you need someone
I’m here
Only because, I owe you one
I owe you one

Recover

depression, god, inspiration, islam, life, muslim, people, Poems, poetry, random, random thoughts, religion, spilled ink, thoughts, truth, writing

Slumped to the worst
Taste of the harsh fate
Reality hits hard when your least prepared
Life unravels and it’s what I feared
Ah well I’ll recover
I always do
Happiness is temporary
But sorrow is too
Long nights
Overdosed on fun times
Ive made mistakes
I’ve made poor decesions
But it’s made me who I am
That and my religion
I’m well prepared
If not I’ll recover
I always do
Pain is temporary
And life is too

January

life, musings, Poems, poetry, quotes, random, random thoughts

Prove your worth
Roam the Earth
live a little
Crack a smile
but it seems not in January
not with all the mess
not with all these problems,
Well life lessons
The year has just begun
Young man life has just sprung
Echoes of advice
I’m competent but ill prepared
The thoughts of a procrastinator
I always thought I thought ahead
But what I thought I thought I had
Is something I don’t need and certainly something don’t I have.
Oh sweet January
you’re just here to show me who I could be
and remind me who I was and Who I am
This is a fresh start
It seems all I do is wait, wait, wait
I’ve always loved new beginnings
but it’s hard to move through life
carrying the past on your shoulders
Now if only I can attain something I desperately need
A clear mind.

Black day in Peshawar

pakistan, peshawar

Say goodbye love,

I’m only going to school, I’ll see you later.

She said, before she perished

Now you’re in my prayers forever

Now we cannot pray together

All I have is this shock, pain and silence

My tears just won’t stop

I drop, to my knees

Asking, Pleading, Screaming

God! Tell me this is not true. Please!

I’m gasping for air, I just can’t breathe

They lift me up

They try to calm me down

I’ve lost my child! I shout!

I crumble to the ground

I run outside,

I see my neighbour

Sitting on the street

She doesn’t blink or try to speak

I’m told she lost her children too,

Mohammed, Ayesha and Mariam. All three.

I take her hand and hold it tight

I wipe my tears and try to fight

It’s not just my child

They were not just somebody’s children

They were children for the future

Now they’re children of heaven

This isn’t just their issue, It’s our issue,

Stand up world.

Pray for the children who were killed today.

Pray for Peshawar

Pray for a better world.

Bug

life, Poems, poetry, spilled ink, thoughts, truth, writing

This despicable hindrance 
Had my life on track
But ever since I got struck
I’ve been moving backwards
Time is of the essence
Which for me is insufficient 
A moutain to climb 
In so little time
Made worse with a curse
No, that’s just too much
A bug to put it simply
I can’t think straight
Especially with this headache
Sweet routine, collapsed desire
Broken drive
Really I can go on and on
The effects of this nuisance 
I won’t say this is luck
I don’t believe in luck
I just know that i’m stuck
With this annoying bug.

168 hours

thoughts, writing

This week marks the culmination
A reward of patience
Though this is just the begining
This is fate
I tell myself to forget the past
Open my mind and start a new chapter
Im prepared for the hard work
More so for what comes after
But first I need to get through this obstacle
The longest week ever
Or so it may feel like
I feel like an old prince
My throne is overdue
I must act. I have no time to think
If I can just get through these 168 hours
Then i’ll feel like a king