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

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

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

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)....

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)