Ibrar Siddiqi
Ibrar Siddiqi Poems
There you are siting close to me.
Was an accident that we met.
Conversations, flow like a river.
The stories and experiences we share.
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Life's an adventure,
no matter how big or small.
It starts in the mind.
Just go, be kind
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At first the hurt wells up.
Feelings like a porcelain cup.
Beautiful to hold, easy to break up.
Bad things come the fore.
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People judge by the way i look.
Old saying that goes don't judge a book.
That saying befits me.
The looks of hatred as I walk past.
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Alone in my world.
Silence is my religion.
Simple, uncomplicated soul.
Not jealous or begruding
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All I did was to walk my path.
Invisible cloak, I don.
Not seeking unwanted attention or wrath.
Guided to my goal, my destiny.
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You said something that intrigued me.
Man, that I am went silent.
Woman, as you are thought I had upset.
What followed was a wee bruehaha.
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In a world of my own.
A master of my own fate.
I m not lonely without my imagination.
And am not lonely without my dreams.
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Breaking up
hurts like like a brick through a window.
Another pain unlike glass,
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Its time to reflect,
Looking back over days past.
This year flew by so fast.
Loved ones who have departed.
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When I see you.
A woman of great looks.
Like a tin man with no loving heart.
A kiss so tender.
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Im tired of looking at pennies in my wallet.
Watching the notes disappear.
Times are hard.
I darent use my credit card.
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It was a rainy day.
My colleague, Mrs B, had gone out for a walk.
Two inconsiderate drivers,
Drove thorugh a big puddle at speed.
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Credit crunch.
Banks and governments have messed up.
Like gamblers betting on everything that moved.
To back a hunch.
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poles apart
born in the East
Iloved in the rest.
I thought you were better than the rest.
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Today is big day.
Millions of people about to vote their way.
Whoever it its - see the back of George.
Warlord amd murdering oil baron lacky.
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When you deprart.
A gaping hole lies open and apart.
Calls on the phone and text.
Never replace the feeling of your lips. or your psssionate embrace.
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I cannot help for who I am.
Secrets that I keep keepp awake at night.
Monster in the past.
Love came infast.
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Alone like a recluse.
I wonder.
Never loved anyone, a true love I never found.
Destined to be by myself
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Ibrar Siddiqi Biography
Biographies are like a book, I don't think that I have anything that could be interesting to know about me other than I am old fashioned kind of guy who loves his wife and family. I am an old fashioned kind of guy who wants to work hard, buy a house, retire surrounded by grandchildren like everyone else. Fate has other ideas so I just take each day as it comes. Planning too much just made me feel like a robot - life's too short to worry about anyone. I don't follow the massses, doing my own thing is my thing - don't want to impress my views or life on anyone else. I love seeing people being happy, I had re-approached my life after experiencing a very dark episode in 1998 when I became bankrupt, lost my job and suffered a serious stroke and a mental breakdown. My wife has helped through the dark times. Apart from my poems, I enjoy keeping fit, eating my wife's home cooking - hence keeping fit. Horror films, trying to get my old jalopy to give me more than 50 miles per gallon. I love old motorbikes, vintage clothes and music - I don't have any children but would like to have some with my wife. My poems are just an extension of my personality -I have become somewhat of a recluse and don't make any friends easily. I'm just an average guy who just wants a peaceful life, world peace and to live in New York when I am rich and famous. Enjoy my poems, I must warn you I usually write them after work, reflecting upon the day and expeiences I've had - sometimes I may get too graphic but that's poetry its the way you present yourself........ Enjoy life, but walk about with blinkers and enjoy each day aqs it happens.)
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Accidental Woman
There you are siting close to me.
Was an accident that we met.
Conversations, flow like a river.
The stories and experiences we share.
Found a kindred spirit.
Whose heart is open and true.
Sick of the other losers,
whose game it is to make me blue.
I finally have the chance to flex my intelligent might.
Talked to like an adult, a pure delight.
People who know nothing, mean nothing to me.
Longed for someone to talk who could think and hold their own.
Unlike the rest, who whinge and moan.
Surrounded by people, i think nothing of.
Whose game is to annoy and belittle.
Or fill their lives with ignorance or tattle tittle
I have someone to share my thoughts on a even plane.
A sound mind not programmed to drive me insane.
The stories you tell, things you say,
brighten up a miserable day.
Accidental woman, what you bring is joy to me.
The gift of conversation and thought.
That has been lost over the last decade or so.
Deal you deck of cards, a tale that lies within.
A joy to listen to. like a radio station i like.
Bring back a smile upon my face.
Make me laugh until my sides begin to crack.
Accidental woman, I pray that your prayers are answered.
Seek a plane of happiness.
All the riches and happy memories are brought to your feet.
I would not confess to you though, you really are sweet.
Compared to the bitter lemons that sit on my coattails.
Slugs, snails and unpleasant things, sound better with a tale from you.
Biker bees, lakes full of crocs.
Falling from height.
May the landing be soft with aid of mattresses and chocs.
Thank you for brightening up my day.
I Siddiqi 04/04/09
A poem dedicated to a fellow traveller - bless you!
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