Friday, March 13, 2009

Little dust blown of my eyes

why are the people we love,the ones to hurt?
why do they make you touch the sky,and then feel like dirt.
after makin u feel loved they make u feel worser than worse,
its like blowing up a balloon to only poke it till bursts.
so is life individuality? and true companionships only somethin that can be tried,
is friendship a subconscious drama game,riddled with pride???
do we stay with each other to just fulfill our needs?
if our actions were controlled by another,how could we be blamed for our deeds.
If this humanity is so,i wonder where are sanity is going,
nothing to trust and moments of clarity,are only ever moments.
So i pray to the Lord to take me to heaven and cut off my gravity,
from this earth where everything thats hailed seems filled with vanities.
No i aint being depressing i just dont feel harboured happy here,
where a second of a smile,is replied by seconds of tears.
Oh Lord in heaven wont ya hear my lonely lament,
and make me meet some of those that stay true right to then end.
I know that "lifes goes on" blah blah blah and we have to blend,
but all i ask for something real,when im being given a friend.
A little dust blown off my eyes,i catch a glimpse of reality,
and wonder how dumb those alchemists are...
who seek on this earth to live in immortality.

- Saad Merchant

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Smile a morrow,past the tear (inspired by B.AD)


Is there anybody out there?...anyone to comprehend?
anyone that wants a friend?...is there anybdoy waiting?
waiting for someone to say,"wait and it will be okay".
We all need something free,something to relieve,
a love in which we can believe.

We cant feel too high,cause its followed by the lowest...
cant ask "why's" just gotta find a way through.
Pray to the lord most high,
Save me from Fate so stoic...
and doing so feels right...
.Smile a morrow past the tear tonight.

as i sigh,as i lie,
below the sky..so high.

Is there anybody out there?waiting for a better day?...
to find happiness that dont betray.
is there anybody screaming?a scream that no one could hear,
as silent as your unshed tears?

We all need something free,something to relieve,
a love in which we can believe.

We cant feel too high,cause its followed by the lowest...
cant ask "why's" just gotta find a way through.
Pray to the lord most high,
Save me from Fate so stoic...
and doing so feels right....
Smile a morrow past the tear tonight.

as i sigh,as i lie,
below the sky..so high.

"Is there any body out there?anyone thats loved in vain?
anyone that feels the same?"
is there anybody praying? when your feel all down and broke?
and in the darkness you grope for rope?

We all need something free,something to relieve,
a love in which we can believe.

We cant feel too high,cause its followed by the lowest...
cant ask "why's" just gotta find a way through.
Pray to the lord most high,
Save me from Fate so stoic...
and doing so feels right........
SMILE A MORROW PAST THE TEAR TONIGHT!

- Saad Merchant

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

My Islamic Imam....


My Islamic Imam toldme to pray 5 times a day,
so i listened and felt larger than life in a peculiar way.
My Islamic Imam then toldme to respect my parents,
especially my mother,
so i did and the anger,arguments and blarings,
switched to loving one another.
Though his tasks were getting harder,
i listened closely,
coz it switched me from purposeless to purposful,
and from a stranger to homely.

And the angel and devil in my mind,
ever discussing the Imam askin "was he right?".
And me ol me at ever such times,
wondering and saying "God loves me right..".

My Islamic Imam told me to do charity,
so i did and got what they call,moments of clarity.
My islamic Imam told me,todays humanity,
was only ever ever lost in vanities.
and then he looks to me with a searching sight,
and i look to him and say "whatever you say im guessin is right"

And the angel and devil in my mind,
ever discussing the Imam askin "was he right?".
And me ol me at ever such times,
wondering and saying "God loves me right..".

My Islamic Imam toldme to keep a beard,
i said oh please let me not,i shall look so weird.
He told me i know your afraid it would make the girls go,
But they chase away the germs by boiling water you know.
He said love her who loves you and not your looks,
a little...no,actually very uncertain... his advice i took.
But my friends did laugh,and the girls did flee,
and the ambarassment amassed,and felt it only Me ol Me.

And the angel and devil in my mind,
ever discussing the Imam askin "was he right?".
And me ol me at ever such times,
wondering and now saying "God loves me... right?".

My Islamic Imam told me not to listen to music,
i said oh please not this,if i did so id lose it.
he says see what i mean? its aldready harmed ya,
i said "how?"
he said "learn from the example of the snake charmer"
he said "music is idle play,distraction of the mind,
that may help u gain in worldly politics.
But worldly politics leaves u unsatisfied,
and music's similiar to alcoholic tricks".
so i did what he asked and it didnt amaze me,
when everyone i knew yelled "boy you crazy!!!".

And the angel and devil in my mind,
ever discussing the Imam askin "was he right?".
And me ol me at ever such times,
wondering and now saying "God loves me... right?".

My Islamic Imam told me to tell him about my friends,
i said most of em are non muslim,hindus and christians.
He said teach them of Islam that we surrender to only One,
i gulped as i heard his new order and my body went numb.
He said "tell them that they say 1 is equal to 3 and three is equal to one,
tell them to not ignore truth,and stop being mathematically dumb.
But if they heed you not,then leave them be,for your task is done,
and tell them everything goes to God,as from God does it all come".
with trembling hands i told my friends and unlike the "jour" to the "bon",
they were there one minute and the other they were gone.
so to my Islamic Imam i expressed myself in a suppressed rage,
he just smiled and said "to the believer in truth,this lifes like a cage...
but this life is ever fleeting,and the hereafter endures for ever,
in an everlasting life would u fancy the garden? or the fiery nether?"
i said "its about time i stop listening to you and you philosophical clues....
but he smiles and says "Asalamualikum - wa barakatuhu"
(may the peace,mercy and blessings of Allah be upon you)

And the angel and devil in my mind,
ever discussing the Imam askin "was he right?".
And me ol me at ever such times,
stopped wondering if God loved me right.

I woke up the next day and shaved my beard,
the hostility of my friends and peers dissapeared.
Girls walked on either side of me,i was full of dare,
and at home i let the music on my speakers wildly blare.
i smoked and i drank with my friends at clubs,
and danced to the beat like a monkey and thought i was loved.
The spot in my home where i used to pray,
became a spot where all my girlfriends lay.
My life was full of sugar and alot of spice,
and i was as they said "living the life".
later i thought about myself but not about the good Lord,
and got a lil responsible and got a good job...
i got a sexy back woman and made her my good wife,
a couple of cars in my garage,i said "this is the good life".
i got it all they say that in life makes you "be",
"not to be" wasnt an option for "me ol me"

But did i know that these were the fertilizing rains?,
that were mere deceptive beacons of a wretchful storm.
i woke one day and realization pained,
as i realized that calamity had struck and all my friends had gone...
and my friends were goin coz was goin my money,
a buisness failure,but i still had my beautiful wife to love me.
or did i? ...could i? know that also a villain,
was my wifes beauty that she branded tempting other men to be illing.
my beloved wife who i wished someday would be my baby's mother,
ran away with my best friend,who i considered to be a brother.
and i remembered in sorrow with my head in my palms,
the now ancient words of the ol Imam...
he said "we protect our woman like pearls with the Burkha",
oh why wouldnt i just forget about that beirded Mullah?
and now amidst the loss i was stuck in,
continued, at night as i tucked in....

the angel and devil in my mind,
ever discussing the Imam askin "was he right?".
And me ol me at ever such times,
was wondering "God still loves me...right?

It took me sometime to get past my fears and the tears,
i got out my prayer rug and stopped shaving my beard.
i made sure i followed not just a religion,but also the truth,
because i had to know the right path through and through.
because death doesnt come to you considering your age,
and my Imam used to say "to a believer,life is like a cage".
So of everything that didnt matter i decided to let go,
and submitted to the One,kneeling,my head on the floor.
and i found that peace for which many have sought,
in 'Islam' which means "acquiring peace surrendering to one God".

ahhhhh...but...
the angel and devil in my mind,
ever discussing the Imam askin "was he right?".
but me ol me learned in time,
and understood that "God loves me right".

at the end would you understand if i say to thee,
that the Imam was none other than Me ol Me.
coz theres an Imam in all of us who believe,
and guidance is meant for all those who wish to recieve.
so i looked in the mirror and thanked the Imam,
and said "Imamji salamualaikum.."
he said "wa'alaikum as salam".

- Saad Merchant

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

A second...

Some say lifes too short,some say lifes too long,
a discussion that can go on and on.
A second too fast,a second that froze,
how many seconds weve witnessed God alone knows.
What happens after the seconds or before is where linger our minds,
i reckon we should ponder on the eternity of things that pass between those seconds,
regardless the relativity of time.

I saw an angel smile at me once,her smile lingered only for a second,
though in that second it felt asthough ages sped by fore reality beckoned.
Whats the mystery? does the Lord alone know,
well he created it all,so i guess so...
I once tried speaking endlessly through the night,to God who i could not see,
and amidst a second came his reply,a reply less in word more in deed.
That second in which i felt that finally my God replied,
was a second in which i felt an eternity of happiness oh so nigh.
A man said "lifes too long" and died a fool,
i heard the angel of death whisper "any second now...fore its you"
So i understood that life on earth is just,nothing but a test,
and every second i live i consider my self to be blessed.
Every second another soul tastes of death,
Every second another baby breathes first breath.

Some say lifes too short,some say lifes too long,
a discussion that can go on and on.
A second too fast,a second that froze,
how many seconds weve witnessed God alone knows.
What happens after the seconds or before is where linger our minds,
i reckon we should ponder on the eternity of things that pass between those seconds,
regardless the relativity of time.

- Saad Merchant

Eram quod es,eris quod sum?

They say what goes around comes around,
i say nothing is certain except the will of the Lord, if u think of it deep down.
Self pitty and hatred will get you nowhere,
in the face and embrace of evil only a black hole stares.

You can cry or be sad but dont ever curse,
and invoke demonic words to do their worst...
because the revengfull die with an unquenched thirst,
and those arrogant and merciless will as they are,so be judged in life on earth...
or beyond their hearse.

They say "eram quod es,eris quod sum?"
i say "nothing happens beyond the will of THE ONE AND ONLY ONE".
So let those wretched that curse,point fingers and blame their blames,
if their curses make me suffer as they have,i pray to the LORD i dont react the same.

Evil intentional,unintentional,small or big...

may give birth to only more and more evil,
but thus are blessed with gift of choice us human people.
For if we choose to react goodly though on us evil is done,
then we achieve the greater good and plus the pleasure of God the one,and only one.

- Saad Merchant

Monday, December 8, 2008

Pick it all up

A blow to the head,
might not drop u dead.
but a blow to the heart,
can kill you or worse...rip you apart.
A friend that once was,if once does go,
can make u feel depressed,sad and low.
But if a friend does betray and stab your back,
the memories do stay and leave, inyou a change intact.
But when the worlds on your shoulder,
and that worlds getting colder...
and that weight thatchya hold up,
weighs you down like a boulder.
and from every direction when you feel so smouldered,
its time to take some time out fore its over...

to smile for your self,and take a while,
sometimes the best of help,is in that smile.
its time to rest your mind,when you feel youve had enough,
just take your time,fore you get back on your feet and... pick it all up.

Sometimes you may love someone,
but your not loved back.
and your heart goes numb,
and everyone and thing seems black...
But if that someone dont feel for you,
dont you think uve had enough.
cause the others that care in truth,
deserve and need your love.
And if there aint nobody who you feel cares for you,
then God created you,so care he does do.
cause lifes just a test, cause end it does,
and endless heavens the best, filled with truthful love.
so when the worlds on your shoulder,
and that worlds getting colder...
and that weight thatchya hold up,
weighs you down like a boulder.
and from every direction when you feel so smouldered,
its time to take some time out fore its over...

to just smile for your self,and take a while,
sometimes the best of help,is in that smile.
its time to rest your mind,when you feel youve had enough,
just take your time,fore you can get back on your feet...and pick it all up.

So when you tired down by work,
or when your heart is filled with hurt.
And when the grief dont end,
and you cannot find a friend...

just take a while,and smile for youself,
and pray to the Lord alone,to send his help.
cause if no one cares,its Him who thought you up,
and build you into you,from his will and his love.
its time to sleep with dark...when uve had enough,
and awake, with the light...and...pick it all up.

- Saad Merchant

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Knockin on heavens door (my version)

umm always loved this song...but didnt like the lyrics very much,they didnt seem to stick to the concept...so i wrote muh own version of it which goes like :-


Lord please take this life from me,
I aint laughin anymore.
The doors of hope seem closed on me,
and so im knockin on heavens door....

"hey hey hey hey!"
knock knock knockin on heavens door...
Knock knock knockin on heavens door....
knock knock knockin on heavens door.

Lord will you take my dad and mom?
will the devil take me down today?
Coz i have been a bad son,
and it seems ive forgotten how to pray...

"so hey hey hey hey!"
knock knock knockin on heavens door...
Knock knock knockin on heavens door....
knock knock knockin on heavens door.

Lord id give this life up,for free,
the deceptions have made my heart go sore.
And your the only one thats understood me,
So im complaining and tear-ing at your door...

knock knock knockin on heavens door...
Knock knock knockin on heavens door....
knock knock knockin on heavens door.

Lord the freinds that said theyd be,
Have now found others besides me.
The girl i said that i would love,
treats what i say with just a shrug.

knock knock knockin on heavens door...
Knock knock knockin on heavens door....
knock knock knockin on heavens door...



So Lord when you see me,
knelt down head on the floor.
Im beggin you to free me,
my heart knock,knockin on heavens door..
"hey hey hey hey!"....

- Saad Merchant

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Just a Foreigner

im just a foreigner travelling among people foreign to me,
the confusion is,i find foreign from me everyone i see.
How i look upon them so disheartened almost envious i guess,
to see them communicate so clueless without any stress.
I walk amongst them and am ignored,and those who listen seem to need handsigns,
i speak it so simple and its a mind sore,how they still dont understand n look so blanklike.
Im just a foreigner thirsting for the peace,that they find in comprehension,
im just a foreigner with noone to understand my beliefs,let alone unrecognition,not to mention.
I keep repeating and saying my words to myself,
but no matter how many times i do,it dont sound absurd n fell.
But then why turn a deff ear, asthough im just a dumb bloke???,
but why wen i say what i feel is honest,they smile asthough they heard...a dumb joke.
Im just a foreigner and i come from the world of simplicity,
im in a world of even simpler,they pride in their complications,how?thats a mystery.
It seems they judge betterment, and consider amateurs veterans,
and in their respect they let em in,on the richness of their brocade,n consider not the etiquette.
Im just a foreigner and im trying to sell eye glasses,so maybe they could see,
but these foreigners see my shop but they dont pass it,theyd rather ignore it n blind be.
N those that pass by and enter only make me feel more fell,
coz they juss see but dont buy,n put it back on the shelf.
I consider them foreigners and they consider me foreign too,
and if you reading this then u foreign to me,only if its boring you.
But how strange to feel foreign,standing on unforeign land,
so if i say "hate being foreign" would you understand???

- S double A dee (i.e. me)

Random rhyming

darkness fills my insides as i sit on this chair,
but in whome to confide,since every where i stare...
into the eyes of unrecognition i glare,
a lonely lament somewhere is dying to blare...
its like hopes playing peek-a-boo and trying to scare.
Now im in the playground of devils,oh soul beware,
this is the part where my courage shrevils,thrown into the snare.
No time to discuss on wat is not fair,
fore emotions do rush,gotta fast and pray...before i stray...
down and away...into the firey chasm where the unfortunate lay...unofortunately..
n these thoughts i juss pray...coz bottled theyre torturing me.

Light fills my face when my girl does smile,
but fear is wat i taste,coz good things only linger for a while.
So is it a morrow or two,fore fate hinders the fleeting smiles which lingers,
or will it follow for a few seconds that i can reckon or count on my fingers.

Oh and smile does my heart when my girl does laugh,
but she knows not shese my girl,sadly,alas.
To my lady im just another peasent to the princess,
my mind wondering how to be as a prince is.
But its just another day and with these rhymes i express,
a lil more here,a lil less aye about the emotions repressed.
I may tell u my vulnerability but i wont show you the door,
speakin of which,thats somethin which even i dont properly know.
- Saad Merchant

Whats a pessimist?

My mom calls me a pest in this,
and others call me a pessimist...
maaan these complicated words put me to sleep like a seditive,
no time to learn whats a pessimist,im juss one in a million specimen.
Im either lost in the patterns which fate repeptitive uses to kick my ass...
or im getting my ettiquette out in the subject and the predicate,then these rhymes amass.
But they call me a pessimist and oh alas,
i dont know what it means,though ive been through english class.
Dont know bout bein a pessimist,im juss another loser thats lost,
and so im a saviour to the winners,coz they win their wins at my cost.
Man i aint a pessimist,i dont even know what it means,
im juss another one of those dudes whose lost so much,hese afraid to dream.
Im just that dude who ever ever tries to smile,
but i tell it like i experience it,every gotten while.
Im a guy who laughs and plays,
in if a jokes on my mind i cant stop from sayin...
im just that dude who cant be too depressed to let the sadness prolong,
though sometimes when it gets hard,i feel lifes too long.
and they say and say that im a pessimist,
but i call a snake a snake and recognize the venom for what the venom is.
The whisperer whispers and we find our selves clinging to this life,
but this world cant never be perfect,even if your a winner with kids and a wife.
Im juss a dude seeking reality,but whats a pessimist,
when i seek realities i see,if theres a reality then death is it.
But that dont mean im goin out with a cut wrist,
naa im just dealt my cards,just sometimes its hard to adjust with.
Sometimes the game can get rough from time to time,
so to stay sane i get it all off,and out in my rhymes.
The word pessimist seems only a dictionary away,
but im guessin i aint a pessimist,im just a visionary that prays.
I pray as much as i can,5 times a day,
so the devils attack,from more than 5 types of ways.
But maybe the brothers are right,maybe pessimism i dont lack,
but i say like muhammad ali said "if thats somethin good,then im that"
- Saad Merchant

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Know wat im sayin

maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan....

im juss clueless in life,
confused tween noodles and rice,
feudin wid strife,groomin a wife,
and basically juss foolin wid lies......
my foolin is like,wen fusion ignites,
wen i dont do wat is right,like wen yogi and booboo do fight........

But wen i do do wats right,
and all u do is juss fight,
den im bringin bitchin n boo's nd da bruisin allright........

Sometimes i love the taste of fluids and ice,
and dats wen im found in the loo up all night.
And if i fool wid da mike,
my voice illumines the night.
coz people juss do on they lights,
pissed n sleepy,willin to shootup on sight.

So be cool in your mind,
wen u read these doodled down rhymes,
coz if u do it then nigh...
is wen your broodin on "why's",
and almost losin your mind,
jus waitin for the cock n da clock to "kookoo" and chime.

and all i do is juss rhyme,
coz i have nothin n no one,to look to in life,
except my God up above past through da blue skies.

n im juss broodin on life,
which can be da cruelest nd brutalest fight..
enough to even piss the boodhists(bhudists) off like,
to be a scrutinizable unusual unsuitable sight.

So hope u enjoyed the ludicrous unlucrative rhymes,
dnt get conspicuous and think im losing my mind.

im juss clueless in life,
confused tween noodles and rice,
feudin wid strife,groomin a wife,
and basically juss foolin wid lies......

- Saad Merchant

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Da Shakespeare Diss???

Many years ago Shakespeare,a blatant thought once led,
and in Romeo & Juliet,through Romeo once asked and said.
"Whats in a name!!!"
And till today that quote has won much fame,
people when they hear it go dramatically insane,
shudder with joy,cause its labelled with the "Shakespeare" name?
Nonetheless his quote and question,still unanswered remains....

Today,i answer that question,
as i scratch my brow and i make a suggestion...
as i say..."In a name is ones fame,
good fame? or ill fame? fame all the same,
without a name how could we differentiate a 'Three' from 'Two',
without a name how would we differentiate a me or you???
without a name we would all be living,in an unknow sphere,
without a name we would know not a William Shakespeare.

So tell those that quote "Whats in a name?"
and go dramatically insane...
even those that know flowers by scent alone,forget not to name those flowers with a name.
So my advice to all the Romeo's of the world :-
keep your mind sharp and dont lose your wit,for even the love of a girl.
- Saad Merchant

Monday, August 11, 2008

Walkin ever alone

I used to run free on the roads,
but now i walk in silence alone.
Smiling,shoulders straight and proud,Lord knows,
but now shoulders bent i walk all alone.
i used to think id be, great like only heroes could be,
but now i truly feel,that Love would be more than enough for me.

Lost in the fleetingn life ever just clinging...
to hope,but who knows what time is bringin.
I wish id just find someone quick maaan.
that would listen and understand my words so lone,
but now im just that dude,whose walking ever alone....

I used to have,oh so many friennds,
but now they come and go,like seasons on end.....
In love holding onto each other clinging,
girls and boys all around me singing...
I wonder how on earth should i be,
just a victim of envy or patient misery.
I used to wish to be a hero great,
but now im entangled in the repetitive patterns of fate.

Devils stinking in my mind swimming,
and the heavenly light allowinng me glimpses.
I wish i would juss be set free,
and our beloved prophet would come in my dreams...
i once upon a time used to be,
but now im just lost gropin onto "me".

I wonder whats holding happiness,back hindering,
though when it comes it goes,like the eyes be twinkling.
I wish id fill it all up sometimes,the empty spaces at heart.

I used to think id be famous and by all be known,
but now i juss hope id never have to ever walk all alone.

- Saad Merchant

Sometimes i wonder,but then.....

Sometimes i wonder little,but mostly wonder alot,
on the has-beens,could be's or the would be's, I wonder if were all truly subject to a plot.
I wonder if one that masters something,is better than a jack of all trades,
ive known the manner of the latter,reminded when i think of the abandoned dreamfull escapades.
Sometimes i wonder on this,sometimes i wonder on that,
Sometimes i wonder on things,that seem to never come to pass.
Sometimes i wonder and with fear, its as im breathless and i gasp,
or sometimes im regretless,and i think and wonderously laugh.
Sometimes i wonder why time slows,when i think of bad memories,
Sometimes i wonder why time blows,when i think of moments good and time spent merrily.
Sometimes i wonder when im bored,why time crawls onwards,
sometimes i wonder if when my girl smiles,someone hits the fast forward.
I wonder if life is cruel,to behave in such a dissapointing mannner,
but then i wonder and think "God's cool", for giving me eyes and mind that can work like a camera.
Sometimes i wonder on the cruelties of life i hear,is nature so emotionlessly frail?
But then i wonder and i thank God, for being merciful and letting me live and learn from such tales.
Sometimes i wonder why some die so quick, while others die so slow,
but then i wonder and pray to the Lord, that when i die to let me in through heavens doors.
Coz sometimes i wonder when im hopin for the end,when im writing an examination,
and then i wonder that in life those that pass the test,heavens waitin at the end like a permenant vacation.
Sometimes i wonder if this note is where i should stop myself,
before i wonder about failing God and forever rot in hell.

- Saad Merchant

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Tongue Twisting Thoughts - Saad

Throwin thoughts that threat this thoughtful thinker,
Boredom brought by boring brigands that bicker,
fidgeting frets,fumble and flitter,
straight stayin soldier,still speakin to sinners.
Morowless monotony makin me mad,
Grabbin at goals,Greats tried to grab,
leaping leaps and ludicurously long laps,
though lookin like a luctratively lazy losin lad.
Dreading deceptive drawn down delusions,
which appear as awkward awful amusions.
Then fate fickle free frames me felony,
my mind minglin with maddening melodies.
Even joyous gents jump to jelousy,
which are eggin enviousness,evolving enemies.
Succumbing sometimes successful successes,
life facing pain staking pitiful pyring processes.
Reproaching n ridding rediculing regrets,
but my mind still stayin sickeningly strictly stressed.
Tumults that threat,tryingly testing,
unlike jokers that jest jokefully jokingly jesting.
Negligent knaves nonstop neglecting,
frivolous fools for fame be fidgeting n freting.
Days drone down deathly deaths direction,
Remaining reassured of righteous ressurection...
Death after life,life after death,avoid repugnant ways,
and hope we all pass on to heaven on judgment day.

- Saad Merchant

Da burkha diss??? - S double A dee

WARNING:- before reading this,make sure that u dont stop half way,u have to read it to the end...it begins off very contriversial but i can assure that the endings pretty satisfying.

Note:- this is not based on personal experience, just something that struck me during a rather boring period in skool.


Friday prayers over,they step outta their durgah's,
crowding crowded streets the ladys in Burkha's.
They come in dull colours, white,gray,black,
theyre completely not in fashion,theyre really very wack.
I speak of the muslim woman in their dark clothes,
moving like dark ghosts covered from head to toes.
To try and recognize one,can really be a bitch,
they all dress the same,hard to know which ones which.
They look like Ninja's,only their eyes theyde be showing,
if u ask a wise man y?,he says "God is all knowing",
"But why prohibit this God,why oh why?,
this life is only once,y cant we act fly?
Thow does create the woman in their beauty and spleandour,
but then why not let all men see each and all their loveliness so tender?"
Maaan! forget it i say,why bother bout a muslim girl,
There are still da mini-skirt wearing bear back chiks living in this world.
Two days later i find me a girl friend,
she wears a tank top and causes jelousy in friends,
she shows those sexy legs and she sticks to the trends,
I say Heck! its modern society we have to blend.
Shese so sexy,her beauty is so jaw dropping,
my friends look at me with awe and they wanna be copying.
They wanna be copying and now they wanna be like me,
so with pride im floating like a butterfly and buzzing like a bee...
coz i got a hot chik and shese got her eyes on me,
i dont mind admitting ive turned Mr.Proudy.
But anyways a week later,im standing and staring,
at this really sexy girl,miniskirt wearing,
i did'nt see her face,as she was back-bearing,
So sexy man,i seriously cant stop staring.
Im standing at this shop having juice made of grape,
while a coupla dudes advance on the sexy girl and try to commit rape,
Oh my God! my heart starts to race and pace,
as the girl turns to flee and i see her face,
now im like all crytical, and im totally hypocritical,
as im like "Thats my damn girl dawg,wats she freakin wearing?!!!
that bloody disgrace, Why could'nt she wear something,
that would'nt draw all these hungry men right at her face".

I fight the guys and save my girl from that unfriendly bound,
but im still totally ashamed and completely astound,
so despeserately frustrated i take a last look around.
The cops are rounding up these very sick men,
i glance down at my watch,and it says "ONE TEN",
Friday prayers over,the muslim lady's step outta their Dargah's,
i smile and read Gods signs...and yell,"F**k a mini-skirt,get me a Burkha!".

- Saad Merhchant (thats me)....

Saturday, August 9, 2008

silent waters run deep??? - S double A dee

A wise poet once rhymed :-

A wise old owl sat on an oak,the more he sat the less he spoke;

the less he spoke the more he heard,

why aer'nt we like that wise old bird.

So i replied :-

"but what bird is it that u speak off"

So he says"there up there,on the tree top"

I say "You want to be like that bloke?Are u serious or do you jest and joke?...

Tell me,how shall the world recognize the bird that never spoke?

For unremembered remains even a wise old bird,

that speaks not ever and by none is heard,

silent waters do run deep,but how shall wisdom spread, if the wise do not speak"

Then the poet understood and never spoke... he did a leap and his head he clasped...

And even the owl on the oak...that did never speak...raised his voice and began to laugh.

- BY SAAD MERCHANT

Doves will come and go - Saad

There i was,sitting in my room by my window,watching the world pass me by, and i thought,there was nuthin to live for i almost broke down and cryed.
cause sometimes i think "im crazy im crazy oh so crazy....y am i here,am i juss wastin my time?"
but then i seen a feather,and it flew hither n tither.....It flew and i chased it,
thinkin i finally had a quest and life was'nt so wasted.
It flew to the hall and below the couch,
chasin it there i banged my head and went "ouch"...
finally despaired I,and my shoulders slouched,
looking wearily at the feather that crouched...
outta the window and into the air.... and it flew by the most beautiful dove that was'nt fair.
The feather was forgotten and all i could see was the brown dove,
I was going crazy,insane n stupid...guess i was in love.
I was shocked as my back sprouted wings,
The dove juss looks back at me and sings,
but not wid love,juss a sweet tune that juss rhymes...
winds and unwinds and climbs....captures,rests and infests in my mind.
I have this stupid smile on my face,
and i fly up high,in da clouds into a whole new place...
She plays wid me from summer to winter, and i forget food,family n friend,
coz in my life twas a begining of a new trend.
We joke,dance n play from morn till night,
and im so lost in this afternoon delight...
I tell the dove of my feelings and ignoring my mind i speak the words of my heart,
And all of a sudden,the dove gets a start...
and den her expressions change from fright to shock,
her eyes turn round the clock....anti clock wise,
and then i can see a lil look of proudness (not) wise...
and then she says "we had joy,we had fun, n we had seasons in the sun...
but goodbye and sorry darl,u aint the one"
The icy coldness freezes tears of hates,
as the winter comes and the dove migrates...
and i wait n wait in my loneliness so lost,
thinking of wat price my foolish love had cost.
So there i sit once again staring out my window...
and yet once again flys by another feather,
it zooms hither and tither....
once again i chase, frm room to room and couch to couches,
once again,out of the window it crouches....
this time i see a dove so yellow,
and realize n say "so the feather is fate.... that cunning fellow".
The moral of the story is this my friends,
that love is a part of life's many trends...
so do fall in love and do follow the path that your heart may show,
If it dont work out,then remember...Doves will come n Doves will go.
BY Saad.Y.Merchant (i.e Me)