Stumble

depression, life, musings, Poems, poetry

What would I do if you were to stumble?

I don’t know…

Since you’re always in your bubble

And when I ask if you’re okay

You take a second and start to fumble.

I can’t read your mind.

All I can say is, when, and I do mean when

You stumble

Just get back up.

Simple as that.

Sometimes we expect so much from people who we give so little to. Not that we’re selfish and ignorant of the others around us. It’s just once we convince ourselves we don’t need anyone we stumble upon a place where only we could get ourselves out of and when we can’t we become so desperate as to call for others, who never knew we were there to begin with. It’s just human nature, I guess.

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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

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.

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

Elle est Belle

inspiration, life, love, Poems, poetry, quotes, random thoughts, relationships, spilled ink, thoughts, writing

Elle est Belle
Je Commence
Excusez moi mademoiselle
Comment tu t’appelles?
And that’s where I stop
Must be her French allure
Her pull
She has me
All these thoughts come crashing
kamikaze
Bonjour
Je ne parle pas francais
Simply apology
All I know is Elle est Belle
For love is a four letter word
I can say, I can spell
Just not in French

Black Tea

depression, god, inspiration, life, Poems, poetry, quotes, random thoughts, spilled ink, thoughts, truth, writing

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

depression, god, inspiration, islam, life, love, pakistan, people, Poems, poetry, quotes, random, random thoughts, religion, spilled ink, thoughts, truth, Uncategorized, writing

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

Anxiety

Uncategorized

My boat sinks slowly 

I tend to worry about the Inevitable

Stricken by anxiety 

Maybe I’m just a fool, Over thinking, Over analyzing

I can’t help but feel edgy 

I can’t do anything but wait

As I juggle my brain, time and faith

The water rises, I take deep breaths

I close my eyes and prepare to dive 

in the depths of my mind

 All I have is this anxiety 

At least I think I do

As for now I’ll swim in this deep deep ocean 

Because that’s all I can do 

Swim or drown in my sea of thoughts.