hmmmm, its been a while I guess. Every time I post one of these, I promise myself, that I shall not slack and keep on posting these thingys regularly, but I guess, its just of those things that I cant do.
Okay, whats on the cards, The past couple of weeks or so have been pretty weird, some really really shitty things have happened, unfortunately. I have never been one to vent out my frustrations (atleast I think/hope) that puts himself on the spot, I try to keep my issues to myself and let time heel everything. Enter facebook.com, a couple of posts later, I had people calling me, messaging me, texting me, asking what the hell was up. I am grateful and humbled, by how much everyone inquired, really makes me appreciate the friends I have made. Most of you, dont know the issue and hopefully wont, but as I might have said earlier or am saying now, please pray for everyone, like not just you or me, but everyone.
Like its weird, that we are so screwed up that we dont feel jack, unless it happens to us. Like a death at your neighbors place wont jerk shit, but only when it happens to someone you know or love departs, its then when we actually feel it. Hmmm, moving on, the scenario I find myself in, makes me reflect on a lot of things, decisions made, stands not taken, stands taken, friends lost, friends made and loads more. I just hope that I learn from it all and God figures out that I aint that bad of a guy, and sheds mercy on me and everyone else.
Moving on, after all that has/is happening/ed, I have rediscovered my love for rhyming. For some odd reason, I find myself doing what I used to love doing years back, jotting down lines, making up random rhymes, scribbling things left right and center. To be honest, I cant thank Aneeq Israr, Hammad Khan and my two little champions, who make every second spent with them a instant classic memory, Fareed Qadir and Usman Thakur Zada (Thakur Zada isnt his real name), these people have really been exceptionally kind, Thank you. If there is one more thing that is/has been pushing me to be myself and keep stepping up is me being "siro, the rhymer".
Although I have never done this before, never have I put any rhyme or anything I write to display, but I figure, how long will I keep things to myself. As "babo rao ganpat rao apte" from Heera Pheeri (the second heera pheeri was a piece of shit) said "khushi bantney se berhati hai, aur ghum bantney se khum hota hai". So ladies and Gents, here you go, just a little something, I scribbled in class today, on display.
-Voices in the air,
I hear them loud & clear,
They begging me to listen.
-Voices that we share,
Fingers through your hair,
The hope on why Im living,
-Voices through & though,
The thoughts you never knew,
To make it, my skin needs to thicken,
-Voices in my head,
Telling me I aint dead,
They begging siro to fit in,
-Voices that were cold,
Bringing to a fold,
But in my heart is where you sit in,
-Voices in the dark,
Shadowing the sparks,
In my dreams you shall always live in,
-Voices rising from the storm,
Wishing for a calm,
Only when we kissing,
-Voices in the air,
I hear them loud & clear,
They begging siro to listen.
I know everyone will figure I am love struck or something, but please look beyond the thingy. Eminem rhymes about killing people, but he doesnt actually do that. So, I hope jaiz hogiya kaam.
I hope all turns out well for everyone.
Reach Out, Be humble, Be Kind, Stand Up and always, ALWAYS Speak up.
Okay, whats on the cards, The past couple of weeks or so have been pretty weird, some really really shitty things have happened, unfortunately. I have never been one to vent out my frustrations (atleast I think/hope) that puts himself on the spot, I try to keep my issues to myself and let time heel everything. Enter facebook.com, a couple of posts later, I had people calling me, messaging me, texting me, asking what the hell was up. I am grateful and humbled, by how much everyone inquired, really makes me appreciate the friends I have made. Most of you, dont know the issue and hopefully wont, but as I might have said earlier or am saying now, please pray for everyone, like not just you or me, but everyone.
Like its weird, that we are so screwed up that we dont feel jack, unless it happens to us. Like a death at your neighbors place wont jerk shit, but only when it happens to someone you know or love departs, its then when we actually feel it. Hmmm, moving on, the scenario I find myself in, makes me reflect on a lot of things, decisions made, stands not taken, stands taken, friends lost, friends made and loads more. I just hope that I learn from it all and God figures out that I aint that bad of a guy, and sheds mercy on me and everyone else.
Moving on, after all that has/is happening/ed, I have rediscovered my love for rhyming. For some odd reason, I find myself doing what I used to love doing years back, jotting down lines, making up random rhymes, scribbling things left right and center. To be honest, I cant thank Aneeq Israr, Hammad Khan and my two little champions, who make every second spent with them a instant classic memory, Fareed Qadir and Usman Thakur Zada (Thakur Zada isnt his real name), these people have really been exceptionally kind, Thank you. If there is one more thing that is/has been pushing me to be myself and keep stepping up is me being "siro, the rhymer".
Although I have never done this before, never have I put any rhyme or anything I write to display, but I figure, how long will I keep things to myself. As "babo rao ganpat rao apte" from Heera Pheeri (the second heera pheeri was a piece of shit) said "khushi bantney se berhati hai, aur ghum bantney se khum hota hai". So ladies and Gents, here you go, just a little something, I scribbled in class today, on display.
-Voices in the air,
I hear them loud & clear,
They begging me to listen.
-Voices that we share,
Fingers through your hair,
The hope on why Im living,
-Voices through & though,
The thoughts you never knew,
To make it, my skin needs to thicken,
-Voices in my head,
Telling me I aint dead,
They begging siro to fit in,
-Voices that were cold,
Bringing to a fold,
But in my heart is where you sit in,
-Voices in the dark,
Shadowing the sparks,
In my dreams you shall always live in,
-Voices rising from the storm,
Wishing for a calm,
Only when we kissing,
-Voices in the air,
I hear them loud & clear,
They begging siro to listen.
I know everyone will figure I am love struck or something, but please look beyond the thingy. Eminem rhymes about killing people, but he doesnt actually do that. So, I hope jaiz hogiya kaam.
I hope all turns out well for everyone.
Reach Out, Be humble, Be Kind, Stand Up and always, ALWAYS Speak up.