03
Apr
10

The sun….so bright…

The sun….so bright…

I walk towards the figure that stands by the cliff. The sound of the ocean beating against the rocks like a humming bird kissing the sweetest flower. I come close to her and she leans her back against my chest. My hands grace her neck as she feels my heart beat.

My hands move across her shoulders…slowly breezing over her hands..feeling the warmth of her soft skin against mine. I hold her hand and spread them as wings…letting the soft cool breeze breathe us in.

I move one hand over her right shoulder and the other over her waist…she gently tilts her head and leans her cheek against my hand as I kiss her finger tips.

She breathes me in…And we fly together forever.

The sun…so bright…under her wings.

13
Mar
10

The girl in my dream

long black hair,

dimples when she smiled,

sitting in the train watching the grass go by,

the red brick house with an apple tree,

looking at the children running under its leaves,

ohh how wonderful…the girl in my dream.

By Muhammad Shoaib Ali.

(I really had this dream).

18
Feb
10

Just A Stanza.

Tattered, beaten, broken & raped
The things about my life that no one hates
I look to salvage all my mistakes
Maybe something good comes from my haste
The straight long shackle hangs down my waist
Consumed by my lust, fulfill my taste
Emptiness falls like a brick on my face
I look inside and I find a box of erase
Nothing else for me, nothing…just this stanza
A stanza dedicated to my mistakes

Just A Stanza By Muhammad Shoaib Ali.

12
Mar
09

Where am I from?

A place where tall buildings overshadow narrow streets and bright lights reflect off crystallized buildings to dazzle our humanity, a place bright enough to shine over our barefaced rulers and business men who take pride on their paper, the paper they have cheated so hard to earn.
Liars and thieves are respected and innocence has no value. It was not always this way, I remember the same barefaced people stroking my hair as they walked by. They would smile and laugh at others happiness…And now they believe no one cares for their humanity, no one cares.
Where did we fail? When did innocence run out? When did our most dishonored become our champions? When will we learn?
I hope it is not too late.

29
Aug
08

A little Irregular (Poem)

Calling me at home
The life that you want to live
And as the story goes
We are growing dead and cold
Id like to say I do
But ill never ever love you
You hold me in your arms
But I don’t feel the same

Id like to take the blame
But its not all on me
Stop driving me insane
With your feelings of love
I think the only way
Is to run far away from me
But I don’t really care
Cause I am weak

You try so hard not to lose your faith
You find yourself on a crossroad
Where everything is in conflict in your head
And you know you cant go on like this

When the sun comes out you don’t feel alive
And the people that walk around are faceless
No one really cares where your coming from
Another life that’s lost…Another life that’s lost…

24
Aug
08

Queen Of Spades

23
Aug
08

Pieces

Our homeland is broken…Our mother is broken…We did this.




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