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A Curse

A mysterious curse,  a series of unfortunate events, 
My complicated life,  divided in different segments,

Is it a curse or a blessing from above that I see,
The world for it is, not what it pretends to be,

Riding on bus,  journeying through time,
If this is my punishment, what is my crime?

I often think about them,  but not everyone believes,
I wonder if there is a common tree, if we are branches or leaves,

I wonder if some will flower in grace, 
I wonder if others will fall without a trace,

I wonder if we will travel to them,
I wonder if we are connected by a stem,

I wonder if we figure it out,
I wonder what’s it all about,

I still think sometimes about her,
But my fading memory of her is just a blur,

Then I think about the miltiverses beyond any count,
The possibilities of realities of infinite amount,

Who am I Oh Who am I?
A voice? A plea? A cry?

A poet, an observer, a messenger,
Journeying through time and space,  a passenger,

A glorious curse, destiny and fate,
Ready for a new adventure, it’s never too late.

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Poems

Eenie, meanie, minie, mo,
Guess who’s back with a brand new poem, bro!   

And I dont mean poem as in words put in rhymes,
It has to have a meaning, a context, these are different times,

You get a thought in your head,
The deeper meaning of words said,

You think about the power of words in the message you send,
Sometimes following the rules, sometimes starting a new trend,

A poem is the singing of your mind,
Reflections on your current life and of what you left behind,

Its a timeless wonder, open to interpretation, an immortal being,
About your life, past, present and future, what your mind is seeing,

There is no limit on it, no one to hold you back,
The saints are extinct, there is no white and black,

The best poems are about existance, the human feeling,
What love and life gives, what loss and death are stealing,

Sometimes you write for others but sometimes it’s just for you,
Sometimes about the breakups and for the love which was true,

Sometimes about politics and issues of life,
Sometimes about happy endings and a loving wife,

Sometimes about desires and dreams,
Sometimes about the hurt and screams,

But the truth is that writing is your savior and grace,
It gets you through the hardships that you face.

Happy Ending

From the verse of dreams I woke up,

Into reality, crying and all choked up,

With tears running down my face,

My thoughts graced with her face,

I hate her, I love her,,

I hate that I still love her,

Then the ego took over,

Its broken, unfixable, its over,

But these dreams are never ending,

What could’ve been my happy ending.

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.