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Hidden From Sight 

There is a crisis, a turmoil going on,

Occupying my mind from dusk till dawn,

So many paths lay ahead, 

Which path should I tread? 

The decisions that create divisions, 

So many views and visions, 

Are compromises worth making? 

Or just carry on living and faking, 

Conflicted in my mind, 

I can’t pretend to be blind, 

What’s my release, my escape? 

I can’t cry over my sour grape, 

The hopes and dreams of people around, 

I was dropped in middle of this battle ground, 

One wrong move and it’ll be chaos about, 

I bow down and plea and cry and shout, 

I am a fighter, a warrior, stout hearted, 

Thinking of the departing and the departed, 

Can I make this right?

The end is hidden from sight!

Fight!

This world in crisis, tension rising,
Tension rising on both side, its not surprising,
There is so much hate all around,
No one understands the real situation on the ground,
People blaming masses without knowing them,
Not even trying to understand, thinking they’re just blowing them,
They think there is no reason or rhyme,
They think they’re without any crime,
But that is not the reality,
It’s not just a brutal brutality,
What goes around comes around but they forget,
They think they’ll live forever, but they’ll regret,
The world is not black and white,
Hate is not a solution for this fight,
We kill their families with our drones,
So we cant hear hear their cries and moans,
But just because we can’t hear,
Doesn’t make it disappear,
When we don’t understand, we fear,
But remember karma is always near,
Yesterday we went to invade their lands,
Today we destroy under new brands,
Then we judge them when they flee,
We have eyes but we cant see,
Humanity is no where to be found,
Bombs exploding, we dont hear the sound,
Which direction are we moving in,
We have to stop this madness and look within,
People are people, people are everywhere,
Our colors different, but we have to be fair,
There is no black and white but there is evil and good,
We have to rise up and take control as we should,
It’s time to rise up and unite,
Stand up and fight,
Fight against oppression,
Fight against wars,
Fight against injustice,
Fight against corporations,
Fight against racism,
Fight against nazis,
Fight for fellow human being in need,
Fight! Just Fight!

The Work Never Stops 

The work never stops, 

Trying to help his paps, 

All the changes he adopts, 

The attitude drops, 

Influences of external forces, 

Immersing in all the discourses, 

Debating the meaning of life, 

Going through the struggle and strife, 

Hating the state of world, this place, 

Praying to God, for His mercy and grace, 

Riding and roving, on this journey, 

Armored to fight in this tourney, 

Bringing a pen to this sword fight, 

Fighting darkness, with words of light, 

Rise and rebel and deny and defy, 

Spread your wings, fight, not fly, 

A fool, a dreamer, an idea, a thought, 

Just words on a paper, sought and bought, 

An enigma, eminence, freedom, escape, 

Love and life, smoke and vape, 

The work never stops, 

Still just trying to help his paps. 

Just Enough

May i have enough to get by,
To smoke herb and get high,

 

To visit other dimensions and fly,
To rise up, rebel and defy,

 

These people in power who deny,
These people with suit and tie,

 

Who make us suffer and cry,
Now their end is nigh,

 

Time for them to suffer and die,
A freedom  you cannot buy,

 

No matter how hard you try,
They will never understand you and I,
I am anything but an ordinary guy,

 

I had dreams which were shattered and broken,
But I finally broke my silence and have spoken,

 

I listened to my mind and was free,
I appear to you here but I live in Bree,

 

Or some other fantacy land,
Dgenxali is my identity, my brand,

 

I am the singer, the guitarist, the drummer, the whole fucking band,
No matter how many times you throw me down, I always rise up and stand,

 

Dont be fooled by my greetings and smiles,
I have lived hundred lives and ran thousand miles,

 

I just want enough to take care,
Of my parents who have always been there,

 

And of my brother who studies hard,
Whose hard work will have a reward,

 

I just want enough to serve my country and make it proud,
To shine light on it and it’s talented crowd,

 

Punjab, the land of five rivers is my mother,
The Sindhi, Balochi, Pakhtoon is my brother,

 

I just want enough to make this world a happy place,
To make it a paradise for people of every race,

 

To fight and make extinct the racism,
The nationalism, the nazism, the fascism,

 

I just want enough to look in God’s face,
To praise him, to love him, to be in His grace,

 

I just want enough to get by,
To live in peace, and in peace die.

Mother

Oh sweet mother of mine, 
My eternal happy place, my sunshine, 

 

Have I told you enough how much you mean to me, 
When the world was laughing, you were never mean to me, 

 

I remember your hard work and sacrifice,
Your counseling, your best advice, 

 

I appreciated always your sincerity,
After talking to you, I saw everything with clarity, 

 

Ma’ serving you is my purpose of life, 
I don’t want any kids nor a wife, 

 

Ma’ you have suffered just because,
I had let you down again,  I was the cause, 

 

You screamed for me, at me, and stressed,
I cried for you, with you, and stressed, 

 

Through thick and thin our journey was long, 
You made me who I am, a man strong, 

 

I can never thank you enough, 
For being strict with me and tough, 

 

Your smile makes my world spin,
With you on my side, I’ll always win, 

 

I admit I was a very difficult child,
Naughty, restless, talkative and wild, 

 

But you always came to my aid,
Your importance for me will never fade, 

 

You taught me the right self esteem,
To be myself, to live and to dream, 

 

Ma’ I hope you live to see me succeed, 
To give you everything you want or need, 

 

Ma’ I am not perfect, I made many mistakes,
But don’t ever turn away from me, for heaven sakes, 

 

My world brightens when you smile,
I’ve always loved your simple graceful style, 

 

I hate the times I make you mad,
You’re heartbroken and sad, 

 

I can not wait to make things right again,
To not disappoint you or cause any pain, 

 

And afterwards you’d always forgive me,
A warm hug and kiss you’d always give me, 

 

I hope to be what you want me to be or at least be 
A good human being you raised me to be.  

 

P.S. I love you Mom! 

He Lived

It was a cold starry night and he just got back to Amsterdam in train. Today he went to meet his friend in another city. He had met him through internet before but today was the first time they ever met. John took him to his home and they had second breakfast together. Then they went for cycling around the beautiful green woods and played Tolkien trivia. It was a beautiful sunny day but the clouds had started gathering.

He got off the train at central station and went to the tram stop. It was cold but he felt so much full of energy and full of confidence. He looked to his left and saw a beautiful girl also waiting for her bus. Gathering up his courage, he approached her and asked her ,”How are you doing?” The girl smiled and said,”I am fine thank you, How are you?” “Fine too”, he replied. “I came from Italy for a week”, he told her.

“Oh that’s really great. Are you enjoying it so far?”

“Yes it has been really great. There is some big party tonight that I was invited to. Do you want to come?”

“Oh I don’t really go to parties that much but thanks”, she backed away a bit.

You idiot, what was the hurry. You blew your chance. “Oh no problem. So what do..”, he started but was cut off because she had started talking to couple of guys who were standing to her right.

Feeling mixed emotions he put a smile to his face and nodded a good bye to her as she took her bus with the other two guys.  What a bitch..Nah! What an idiot who doesn’t know how to ask out a girl.

He took his tram back to his hotel. Alex and Cameron were waiting for him when he reached his room.

“Let me just change my clothes and then I am ready to go”, he told them before they could complain about him being late.

John’s mother made a traditional Holland dish for him. Mashed potatoes with sausages and vegetables. He really liked it and complimented her on her cooking. John’s room was a mess, a mess full of books. They both were huge Tolkien nerds. He convinced John to install LOTRO and he did, they made a character for him, a temporary character obviously, till John could come up with a unique elvish name. After playing some LOTRO, they took his dog out for a walk, they walked on old mounds and also tried to find the bunnies, but they never found any.

Which shirt to wear. Ah this one. Holding up his black Stone Cold t-shirt. He quickly changed into it. They decided to walk to the club. It was crowded when they arrived there. The music was loud. They got the drinks. He had never been to a club before, nor had he ever danced before. But his metamorphosis had started.He liked the sound of music, the beat, the shaking of butt, the dancing. He knew no moves but he was athletic enough to copy others. He saw a group of girls dancing and he started copying them, Soon enough they noticed him and asked him to join them.

ooo Yeah! He did.

He told them about himself and his week vacation. They were all very friendly and inviting. One girl especially got his attention. She had a certain mean girl look to her, which he loved so much in girls, and she was a blond.

“So are you single”, the words escaped his mouth before he could stop them. What the fuck is wrong with you!!

But to his surprise she did not mind the question, probably because she was drunk or maybe its a blond thing. Whatever it was, they started talking and dancing together. Music does bring people together. After sometime it became difficult for him to breath. Lets say it was because of the heat and loud music.

“I will be right back, need to smoke”, he lied. He fought his way across the jam packed dance floor and into the smoking/pool room. He got his breath back.

There is just something about Indians and Pakistanis, that no matter how you are dressed or what your hair style is, you just instantly recognize each other. So when this two Indian guys entered the room with beers in their hands, he spotted them at once and they spotted him at once. The language they spoke is called Punjabi, which I will not write here. In the common tongue this is what they said..

“Hey dude! Pakistani or Indian?”, the more stylish looking guy asked.

“Pakistani here and you guys must be from India..I came here for a week from Italy”

“Yes brother we are Indians. Welcome. Enjoying the party buddy?”

“Yeah bro its really great. Do you guys smoke?”

“Yeah, you have some?”

“Yeah, I bought it yesterday”. He took out his smoking pipe and filled it and lit it. You were allowed to smoke anything in the pool area. I took a long shot and passed it to his new friends. They took the hits. The magic pipe at once started its magic and in just 5 minutes they were all playing pool together and laughing and dancing. Talking about life and its mysteries and how their pool table was like the solar system and the balls were like planets and what would happen if we got hit by an asteroid right now. It was a merry moment.

Oh damn!! the girl!? “I should go now, it was really nice meeting you guys, peace brothers!” He rushed back into the dance room before they said their good byes. He fought his way across the dance floor back to where he was before, but the beautiful blond fairy princess was gone, and two dudes were sitting where she was. He gave himself a hard-ish slap on his head and sat down. Soon Alex and Cameron also joined him.

“Where were you, we were looking for you everywhere”, Alex said.

“Yeah just dancing and meeting people”, he said, forcing a smile on his face.

They stayed there some more and danced together before leaving for their hotel.

They finally found two empty seats. John sat in front of him. They played “speaking elvish” on his way back to Amsterdam. John had to get off because it was late and he had to return to his home taking the last train. An old guy replaced him on his seat. On his right, 3 girls were sitting. They started talking in loud voices and somehow they started talking to him.

“You look really cute, you wanna go grab a drink when we reach Amsterdam?”, one of them said.

He had a puzzled look on his face and didn’t know what to make of this invitation. But before he could say anything, the older guy sitting in front of him spoke,

“Leave this poor guy alone you three, if you want drink, go have them yourself, you hooligans”

“Thank you for that”, he told the man.”I am Ali, I came here from Italy for a week”, he gave him his hand.

“I am Thijs Berg, I direct movies”, he said, shaking his hand. They talked about what movies he made. He told him that he often comes to Italy, while the hooligans were still talking in loud voices but they ignored them. They got off at Amsterdam Centraal.”Well it was nice talking to you Mr. Thijs Berg. Good Bye”, he waved. “Likewise. Good Bye”, he walked to his taxi and he walked to his tram stop.

They reached their hotel, all exhausted and tired. He waved them bye to their room before going to his own. It was a good day today. For the first time in his life he lived. He changed into pajamas and went to bed dreaming about the beautiful blond fairy princess angel.