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.

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 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

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

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

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.

 

The Art of Attraction

depression, god, inspiration, love, lyrics, Poems, poetry, random, random thoughts, relationships, spilled ink, thoughts, writing

Isn’t attraction overrated
If beauty lies in the soul
And if love at first sight is a lie
Where do we lie in the world?

It seems we’re meant to be together
Seeking temporary solace
But if we don’t have now
Then why chase forever?

I’m just an idea
Based on fate
But if our patience is tested
Should we gamble on love?
Or wait till it eventually turns to hate?

A world apart
Suns, Moons and Stars
But if all it takes is a look
Why don’t you admire from afar

You begin to read my soul
When our eyes meet
We are able to tell so much
Without having to speak
Im in awe, too

But let’s not make promises
We cannot fulfill
What’s the point of moving forward
When we’re supposed to be standing still.