Awake

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Coming to the realisation, as the people around the world suffer.
As the world watches as we do nothing, just because of the hatred we harbour.
They’re running out of time, just trying to find the exit.
We live in a country less sympathetic, allergic to refugees, pushing for brexit.
Set sail, take heed, offer help. I hear the cries.
We cannot make dua or offer wealth. Did we really try?
Sitting at a distance as we embrace our loved ones but we don’t understand.
Sitting behind the screens while the world just doesn’t give a damn.
The question I ask is,
Are we really awake?
Are we fully conscience of the decisions we make?
Worship our lord, I know we all fall short.
We’re trailed and tested and Allah knows our fate.
But are we doing all we can to help the people, the people suffering.
I fear that it may just be too late.
#Areyouawake?

I owe you one

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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 just 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

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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

Bug

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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.

Black Tea

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Constant pressure on my conscience

I’m such a mess. Mentally. Physically

I can’t pretend anymore

Watch my smile diminish

A blank stare, when you look at me.

False hope, I only thought because I was bored

Ah, the wonders of an idle mind

Stuck in a black hole

How am I ever going to pull myself back up this time?

Life still has its perks, I guess

I’m going to do what I always do

And just hope that it works

For I really can’t deal with the anxiety

But what I really need,

I need my Bed, Pen, Notepad

And some Black Tea.

 

A Smile Amidst Chaos

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The dusty air brings water to my eyes
But my heart is filled with more than just the tears
My eyes see more than just the depression
I could never tell the truth from the lies
Sunshine seeps into my haven
Morning sun, a cup of tea and a peace of mind
Cracks in the terrace
The same cracks that show a glimmer of hope time to time
A head filled with pain and worries
Is also a head filled with precious memories I’m too content, sometimes atleast
A sense of belonging
I’m where I’m meant to be
Even if it is not where I’m supposed to be
I remind myself, I too forget, at times
A walk nearby shows me more than any Story I’ve ever heard
For people walking by
Surely I’ve seen the world
I can be alone
By no means am I ever lonely
I’m surrounded
With familiarity, security, family
God help my soul
For it is you who gives
If not, its you who guides
A smile amidst chaos
There are many reasons to be alive