HEY LOSER!

You, yes YOU!

With your flashy cars and hustle scars.

You…are…a…LOSER!

Spare me a few words before you unleash your bruisers.

In my Lord’s words,

Wal asr,

Innal insana lafi khusr.

In four words, we all are losers.

Thing is, I just want to tell you how much of a loser you are.

Don’t mistake me for a preacher,

I’m just a guy seeking his Lord’s wager.

First, take a look at your massive house and flashy cars,

You are living the video life of Hollywood stars,

The VIP of the parties after the premieres.

You would spend a stack on cognac and spirits,

But would turn your back to the needy on the streets.

Maybe you can’t see them because of the dark shades you have on,

Or maybe you can’t hear their pleas because of the loud music you have on,

Or maybe you can’t smell the stench of poverty because of the ‘scent’ you have on,

So you just turn your swag on and…move on.

Your hustle scars tell you it’s your cash,

That you can splash as much as you stash,

But you forget that it can all go in a flash.

Hear the words of my Lord once more,

Kullun nafsin za’ikatul mawt,

Rough translation, you shall expire

Even when you least desire,

And you definitely don’t want ur Hastalavista to be in the fire,

Which then brings us to the question of the type of loser that you are.

If your loss gives you success in your eternity, then you are a good loser,

Something like limiting the damage.

But if your loss gives you ‘otherwise’ in your eternity, then you are an ‘otherwise’ loser.

But maybe if you discard the cognac and Smirnoff,

Maybe if you turn the music off,

Maybe if you turn the ‘riyah’ swag off,

Then you can be a successful loser.

So my friend, as I leave you now, I hope you don’t send your bruisers,

I think they are better off cleaning their BARs.

My last words for you,

When you will lose,

LOSE WELL!

The Successful loser is the one who loses the life of this world for the Next.

12/01/2012

WHO WILL JUDGE THE JUDGES?

Who will judge the judges?

The judges who stirred the grudges,

The very judges who blew the bridges.

Who will bully the bullies?

The bullies who spell disaster and turnover the underdogs' trolleys,

The very bullies who spit fire,sorrow and death.

But know that the cup has spilled its contents,

That the caravans are moving and the dogs are barking,

That dusk has come and the time is right,

That the redeemers have come 

Like thieves in the middle of the night,

And by dawn, they will be a hell of a sight

For who makes peaceful change impossible

Makes violent change inevitable.

14/01/2010

I FOUND LOVE

In Boonaa's words,

You should only say 'I love you' when its completely obvious.

Let me tell you about my love.

She was born in blood like every other,

Made pure like no other.

The timing of her birth perfectly chosen,

Her cradle, perfectly woven.

Her brothers and sisters made it neccessary,

To tell everyone, by any means neccessary,

They did it with zeal like paid mercenaries.

And while she grew up, she became known by all and sundry.

Some loved her make-up, and applied it,

Others tried to mess it up and hated it.

Now over to my side of the story.

How did I find love?

Everybody was talking about her,

She made the headlines almost every hour,

Truth is, I always had her,

I just didn't know how much she meant,

Not until I felt I was about to lose her to the headlines,

Did I realise being with her meant being in the frontlines.

Boonaa also said,

"One day everyone will be dead,

But not everyone truly lives".

I'd be a living dead without her.

I know I did a horrible job lowering my gaze,

But the beauty I saw can be seen by a blind man in a haze.

My gaze, never again am I going to lower,

Cuz I want to be with her every hour.

I still hear crazy stuff about her,

How men used her to fulfill their desires.

How I want to tell everyone about who she really is,

Cuz being with her will only give you eternal bliss,

But all I might get for speaking would be a diss.

So you can tease all you please,

Cuz in her arms I found peace.

And incase you find out who she really is,

You can come to her and grab a piece or two,

And YES!!! I can share her with you,

Eat from her knowledge as much as you can chew.

And if by now you yearn to meet her like I did,

Then telling you are name is a done deed!

And yes again! I'd share her so she caters for your need!

Cuz inDEED, there's enough for everyone!

So call...EVERYONE!

And let them hear her name

Her name is islam,

And with her I found love.

Are you in love?

07/01/12