Da dude in solitude

THEY DONT WANNA KNOW

2009-04-06T02:00:00.002-07:00

juss watched this movie WALTZ WITH BASHIR....and umm finally motivated enough to put down my feelings n frustration on paper towards the questions people keep askin me about my religion and the accussations and the fingers they point against it...nyways heres a lil summa summa....

Tears in my eyes...and tears in my chest...crying!...

my heart beating back and forth in sorrow,as i see them dying.

Tears not because were killed my muslim sisters and brothers,

old and young,

tears because they were slaughtered and towards the screams of their massacres,

the world turned a back and pretended dumb.

yes when its our blood on the mud they dont act stunned,

but then its a blasphemy if we dnt remember days like 28/11 and septemer One One?

so dont be asking me questions as to why my people kill and my people bomb,

cause its a 90 percent chance ud turn savage too,if I put 2 bullets in yor sisters,brothers,pops or moms.

So to all of you who point fingers and think n know only little,

i point a finger at you 2,but its the finger in the middle....

so Fuck you all!!! is what i say,

coz its we that praise the Lord 5 times a day.

fuck the ignorant that call us terrorists and think of us crack men,

and they forget that every reaction only stems from an action.

yawl remember the goats we sacrifice but forget the charity we give,

yawl die n its on the news,we die n its asthough,

we never even lived.

its a fact of life,a fact that people keep dying,

n i can bear that fact so thats not why im crying.

Im crying because they try to make me believe MY PEOPLE are fanatical,

but they dont want me to know about the muslims at Sabra and Shatila,massacred.

everytime theres someone killed,

lets blame it on Islam,

but its kool when Americans ruin entire cities and countries,

while chasing Osama and Sadam.

They praise a prophet who said "if slapped,turn the other cheek",

but they forget "mathew 21:12-13" even as they speak.

Of how that prophet used violence to fight that which was bad,

but if OUR prophet says something similiar they call us mad.

The people turn a deff ear to our screams of pain when they blew up our mosques,

and then those people gape when we go haywire amidst our loss.

so Fuck you all!!! is what i say,

coz its we that praise the Lord 5 times a day.

fuck the ignorant that call us terrorists and think of us crack men,

and forget that every reaction only stems from an action.

yawl remember the goats we sacrifice but forget the charity we give,

yawl die n its on the news,we die n its asthough,

we never even lived.

Every one sins,including jews,muslims and christians,

but why when a muslim does,they attribute the sin to the name of the religion.

If a christian michael jackson sins,they say "bad MICHAEL so moronic",

if an Osama sins they say "mentally insane and fanatically Islamic".

They show us hate in the media,the neighbourhood and the states,

and then they wonder in shock at the insecurity and anger we generate.

The world calls us babbling fools when we protest on the streets and our pain demonstrate,

so dont be suprised if "blowing me up along with you",is the only idea that comes to ones mental state.

But no,i aint no suicide bomb,though u treat us like outlanders,

because our prophet used to say that the strongest is he,who controls his anger.

And the only reason that against the injustice i aint going retard,

is cause our prophet used to say that physically fighting is a lil thing,

but the fight against ones self is the greater JIHAD.

But all the questions n accusations me,a muslim's heard all of my life,

ive quitely answered n stuck to,

but i just watched "waltz with bashir" and had to yell back,

a big "FUCK YOU".

Though i preach n plead to my muslim men n women,boy and girls,

to remember the Quran says "if u save an innocents life,

its asthough weve saved the world"

BUT THEY DONT WANNA KNOW....SO....

Fuck you all!!! is what i say,

coz its we that praise the Lord 5 times a day.

Fuck the ignorant that call us terrorists and think of us crack men,

and forget that every reaction only stems from the root of an action.

Yawl remember the goats we sacrifice but forget the charity we give,

yawl die n its on the news,we die n its asthough,

we never even lived.

Fuck you all...those guilty of the accused...

Fuck you all...those who point fingers while basking in ignorance...

Fuck you all...who judge a religion by its followers and not its teachings...

and incase u wondering how come i aint a terrorist runnin round with guns...well thats because...."Fuck you" thats why...

i aint letting you get to me World...i have my religion and its beautiful and its all i need....

so FUCK YOU cause you DONT EVEN WANNA KNOW!

- Saad Merchant

Little ol beatles sing to me...

2009-03-14T04:31:00.000-07:00

when my heart is filled with pain,
lil lost beatles come and sing to me...
speaking words of wisdom "let it be"

when my soul is stressed and so unfree,
lil Ol beatles come and sing to me....
speaking words of wisdom "let it be"

let it be...let it be...
the melody...will set you free...
juss pray to the Lord with love and let it be....

when people show you pride,
and you dont know at all,why.
just smile and know its wisdom,to let it be...

when people blurt out words,
and they seep within and they hurt.
pray to THE LORD for wisdom and let it be...

let it be...let it be...
jelousy's...a heresy...
against those words of wisdom "let it be"...

when youve lost the race,
and your disgraced to show your face.
get up and work to BE,but first let it be..

when the worlds on your shoulder,
and the world seems colder.
dont let your courage flee,but do let it be...

let it be...let it be...
the remedy...is setting free...
all those bullshit emotions,let it be...

when your rights are wronged,
and you dont get the love uve longed.
patience can be misery,but let it be...

so when im down and blue,
and i know not what to do.
lil ol beatles sing to me..."let it be"...

let it be...let it be...
the melody...will set you free...
juss pray to the Lod with love and "let it be"....

let it be...let it be...
the remedy...is setting free...
speaking words of wisdom "let it be"

but when you see something wrong,
and your hand to stop it longs...
then dont let it be...dont let it be....

.- Saad Merchant (inspired by the beatles)

Fuck Society

2009-03-13T07:21:00.001-07:00

you know they want me tongue trapped in this fucked up society,
where they hail homos and they laugh at those with piety.
No offence to the gays,but it makes me wonder whats next,
another declaration, permitting INCEST???
you can be what you want,and screw who you screw,
but if u want me to live with that,then u gotta respect my views to.
You cant say freedom of speech,and then shout "BOO!!!",
just cause i say i dont like the things that you do.
Mutherfuckers dont wantchya to contradict but they point fingers,
in life the wise are labelled dumb,but after death"thinkers".
Why does it take death to explain a fucking cause,
they only form UN's after fucking world wars!!!
I dont mean to cuss,but we really freaking fucked,
testing God's mercy and pushing our depleting luck.
We make the truthful liars,and call a lie whats true,
you hear the devil laughin along,but hese laughing at you.
To act in fear of people's opinions is really fucking dumb,
so i say "fuck society" and i pray to the One!

No i dont mean to cuss,"mais pardon ma langue",
aint no "comme ci comme sa",aint no verbal twang.
Im just trying to stress how are conditions so worse,
that we recognize a person only when hese in the hearse.
When the terrorists kill and the terrorists bomb,
we cant pray for the dead,
we busy watching the news munchin pop corn.
Acting like we sad,and as though we value this life,
but we ashamed to thank God for another day every night!
and we wake up in the morn,and the newspapers we get to,
to catch up on celebrity life and know who beds who.
We read "bomb blast...20 killed... oh soo saaaad",
then flip to page 3 and be like "hey check out her dress,its oh so bad!"
so forgive me people if my anger is more than a tad,
saying fuck society and not feeling sad!

If u question why woman barely dressed are setting trends,
the say "heck! its modern society we have to blend".
But then they question furiously and in shock they gape,
when theres an increase in the record of the every day to day rapes!
and if we preach modesty then they say weve lost out wits,
but is it Modern to call a man a dog and a woman a bitch?
if thats the Modern u offer,u can keep it to yourself,
i refuse to be played,
and heed my advice,the only thing that will help,
such,is "pyschological aid".
Im sick of being forced on an influence that lies to me,
so i raise the finger and say "Fuck Society".

- Saad Merchant

Little dust blown of my eyes

2009-03-13T07:21:00.000-07:00

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

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

2009-03-01T09:02:00.000-08:00

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

Singin with the Beatles

2009-02-28T09:46:00.000-08:00

Mommy thinks that Sam is nothing but just dumb,
coz Sam's a free bird that like to play.
and afterall the bullshit,he likes to pray to the ONE,
and when hese low he hears them beatles,they sayn...

"OH-BLOODY OH-BLOODA,LIFE GOES ON BRAH....
LA LA LA LA LIFES GOES ON.
"OH-BLOODY OH-BLOODA,
LIFE GOES ON BRAH....
LA LA LA LA LIFES GOES ON."

Sam is having lotta fun with his friends,
and comes every night late at home.
till the so-called everlasting ones with time descend,
and Sam's listening to them beatles all alone...

OH-BLOODY OH-BLOODA,LIFE GOES ON BRAH....
LA LA LA LA LIFES GOES ON.
"OH-BLOODY OH-BLOODA,LIFE GOES ON BRAH....
LA LA LA LA LIFES GOES ON.

In a couple of days he gets over it,
happy once more...
checkin a couples chicks,till he sees this one,
and Sam's heart knows no moooree...

Ha..ha..ha...ha...
happy happy jumpin he walks up to the girl,
he says "can i befriend u pretty maam?"
She smiles and says "sure" n Sam does do a twirl,
and she tells him that her name is Pam....and...

OH-BLOODY OH-BLOODA,LIFE GOES ON BRAH....
LA LA LA LA LIFES GOES ON.
OH-BLOODY OH-BLOODA,LIFE GOES ON BRAH....
LA LA LA LA LIFES GOES ON.

in a couple of months Sam decides to speak,
out his heart,
in a couple of minutes Pam's love he beseeches,
and Pam gets a staaaart...

oh oh oh oh...
happy happy Sam was with his Pam,
but he had to have his feelings confessed.
but Pam is filled with pride she wants the best of man,
and so Sam is hearing his song all depressed...

OH-BLOODY OH-BLOODA,LIFE GOES ON BRAH....
LA LA LA LA LIFES GOES ON.
OH-BLOODY OH-BLOODA,LIFE GOES ON BRAH....
LA LA LA LA LIFES GOES ON.

in a couple of months,he decides 2 die,
once and for all....
In those couple of miles in which he runs to death,
he collides with this girl and faaaallls...

though happy happy seems the girl n says shese "Jan",
she says id love to be your friend.
Sam smiles reading God's signs n shakes her hand,
and in the evening with them beatles he sings...

OH-BLOODY OH-BLOODA,LIFE GOES ON BRAH....
LA LA LA LA LIFES GOES ON.
OH-BLOODY OH-BLOODA,LIFE GOES ON BRAH....
LA LA LA LA LIFES GOES ON....

- SA-ad M-erchant

My Islamic Imam....

2009-02-24T20:37:00.000-08:00

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

To my college friends

2009-02-17T04:48:00.000-08:00

Our smiles and tears,prayers and pride,
with time are we too passing by?......
whats the point,in the whys?
whats the point in the whys?

Were steered by fate,like puppet toys,
was our meeting, ever,ever choice?......
that aginst our partings we can voice?
that aginst our partings we can voice?

From each other weve to move along,
for change our selfish lives do long....
our parting time does come,it comes,
our parting time does come,it comes.

Condolences to our loss,this song,
and when were are gone along,along...
would our memories drink up from this song?
would our memories drink up from this song?

We'll drift away like automn leaves,
and so our promises made under the trees...
our laughs and jokes in the evening breeze,
would time slow down? will it hear our plea?

In the future when we rack our minds,
we'll remember the songs we sang and hills we climbed...
that rushed past us in envy even time,
yes envied us,even time.

Just staring at the sea in peace,
or chasing each other wildly,on the beach.
Chipping in on junkfood,how we feast,
together even lesser foods we gladly eat.
"where were meeting",our morning calls,
sitting in the canteen till evening falls...
laughing like theres no tommorow,
playing truth or dare,sharing sorrows.

The rhythmic music of the local trains...
or the impatient wait at the bus stall.
To meet each other we glady took pains,
cause when with each other,we wanted none at all.

Fighting seriously over stupid stuff,
gettin back together in more strengthened love.
Will go our daily hi's and bye's,
our many nicknames,our shoulder hugs.

When obediance we try,but boring,get the lectures,
we try our best to amuse each other,with our jokes and jestures...
may we funseekers be forigven though...by the teachers that get pestered,
And during exams on our prayers we choke,"forgive us God,weve messed up".

My friends to each other we owe no thanks,
all the thanks we owe to God,
for we never would have ever met,
if such wasnt his accord.
Miss you all i may not,but remember i will do,
may our memories light our smiles,when were all down and blue.
In the future if new friends are made would they sing like we do,
singin "ill be there for you,cause your there for me to"???

But when were apart with other friends,feel not guilt,
for the greater good is ever ever the great Lord's will.
For sharing with others and for spreading will...
be this love weve built,be this love weve built.

butyou all will be there...
even if we dont meet.
you all will be there....
even if we dont speak.
you all will be there....
in my memories atleest..in my memories atleest...

- Saad Merchant

WHY BUTTERFLY???

2009-02-17T04:39:00.000-08:00

I was just a free bird,flying high in the sky,
as usual,uncaring of lifes "whats" and "whys".
on a bench i was sitting watching the eve go by,
till fluttered by,a fascinating butterfly.
She flew hither and she flew tither,
and i looked tither and i looked hither...
she glanced at me n shaky-shaky flew away,
N i scrachd my head and let her pass by that day.
After a long while of just watching her pass by my way,
I took a stand,walked upto her n stuttered "uh...hello...hey"
she looked back at me and she uncertainly smiled,
but then we started speakin and it went on for quite a while.
She lived her life of bein a beautiful butterfly,
N i lived my life of being a carefree n fun loving sorta guy.
Wen v spoke she used 2 much brain n less of heart...
she spoke of her life and i spoke of mine,
her world unaware of my world,stood apart...
and relatively they seemed to never intertwine.
V wer difrent people...
who seemed to think n like similar stuf,
I wud blabber heedless...
n she listened as she flew round and above.
While speaking i used less of head and more of heart,
she acts unpredictabile,but to me she is a see through jarred cookie jar.

But then 1 day, she din fly by,
I scratched my head and cudn't help but wonda why.
The next day i saw her,i walked up and said "hello",
she said "hi...lil busy...catchya later lil fellow""lil fellow?"
i wonder...but she must really be busy,
but i tell u,forget Benjamin...
coz the curious case of these butterflies would get you more dizzy.

Now whenever she met me,
i would say "lets hang out...wontchya walk with me?"
she would act as if she hadnt heard and acted awkwardly.
She made sure our meetings were jus for a while,
she said "c ya later" n all i cud say was "tc and dnt forget to smile".
Why she behavin so ?i thought we were good friends,
"oh wait...there she comes,and ooops there she goes again"
She seems to be hanging now with other guys,
leaving me wondering,well then what am i?
Why? i wonder,what is it that i cant be?
she seems so happy when we talk,so is she just afraid of liking me?
I think to myself,forget it if she dont wanna talk,
i guess i gotta go and i just gotta walk.
So i walk shoulders bent,on my way
,cause the butterfly seems to no longer wanna play.
After a lotta more loss and more sadness,
happiness in some other way comes and i feel gladened.

Life is being good to me again,i peacefully sigh,
till once again flutters by that same karma-chameleon butterfly.
She says "hi,long time,how you doing?"...
my insides tossing,instincts warn me of ruin.
But asthough yesteday was a bad dream that no longer stood,
i let aside my instincts and happily talk to her thinking "lifes again being good".
We laugh,joke and play days on end,
so happy,for the butterfly i love was again acting like my friend.

But then all of a sudden one day she didnt fly by,
I scatched my head and coudn't help but wonder why.
The next day i saw her and i went and said "hello",
she said "hi...lil busy...catchya later lil fellow"
once again,she made sure our meetings were jus for a while,
she said "c ya later" i said "sure...tc and dnt forget to smile".
Why she behavin so,i thought we were good friends,
"oh wait...there she comes and ooops there she goes again"
Once again i see her hanging with other girls and other guys,
cant help but wonder "why oh butterfly? why why why?"
Imagine me smiling a smile showing all my teeth,
while my eyes are filled with hurt and robbed of peace...
this is the expression,reflecting my heart and also brain,
yes my heart,the heart that loves,it seems,only in vain.
Crest fallen,i walk away,my shoulders bent,
"oh wait...there she comes and ooops there she goes again...
again..........again................and again"

- Saad Merchant

A second...

2009-01-21T04:59:00.000-08:00

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?

2009-01-21T03:26:00.000-08:00

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

Pick it all up

2008-12-08T05:19:00.000-08:00

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

time to say bye

2008-11-15T04:59:00.000-08:00

ooookie this is for a girl,my friend from college likes(you know who you are) and he just wanted me to try and relate with what he felt in my rhymes...so hope you can relate bro... :-

Wat is it that i cant be or i aint,
wat kind is the picture that you want me to paint...
to show u that im 1 step closer and im bout to faint,
its all a mindfuck but the pain,aint,in my brain.
no,not my brain,its in my heart,
and im going insane,and its oh so hard.
Wat do i gotta do to get it through to you,
that im in love with someone and that 1 is you.
But wat hurts me the most aint the sighs,
it aint the nights or the the silent tears that i cry.
it aint the could be's,should be's,i just wish ud oblige,
to answer what eats me the most,the why,why,WHY'S!!!
Why?, why cant i just ever be your guy?
why???...tell me why...why,why,WHY???.
Why am i just another guy that passes you by,
when your a girl for whome id strive to give the stars and the sky.
u think this is bullshit?...girl,ive seen a million girls,
then why else would i pick only you from the whole wide world.
naa,i aint a trick or a treat,or a truth and dare,
i love you and cant you see,all i want is wats fair.
I wish to God you dont feel what i feel,
coz what i feel,is pain...that could tear through steal.
Coz dis aint like no other pain,this is the love pain,
fuck the winters and the monsoons even in summer it rains.
But dont worry,you dont have to,answer the why's,
coz im bearing the pain baby,no, i aint no suicide.
I just want to thank your for the lesson...
the 1 that you thought and i learnt,
that "if u love someone more than yourself,
then your bound to get burnt".
but,
all i wanted was to hug...u forever,
but however,watever...
all i got was failures arms open wide,
so i embraced it and now to this love i try,
to once and for all say "bye bye bye".

- compliments of your problem solver SAAD

Knockin on heavens door (my version)

2008-10-19T21:06:00.000-07:00

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

Just another day in college

2008-10-15T21:49:00.000-07:00

i wondered if true love was for wat its word's worth,
Kevin said id find it under a girls skirt.
So i got me a girl and was bout to get laid,
till Kevin called me up and said "DUDE IVE GOT AIDS".
So i tell the girl i was doing "honey i gotta go",
she says "fk dat get over here and gimme some more".
i said "u dont understand...Kevins got aids"
she says "its Kevin afterall stop actin so amazed".

I leave her anyway i gotta meet Kevin,
on my way i meet Fleur round seven eleven.
I say "hey Fleur da queer how u doin? wheres Yohan?"
she says "oh as usual hese sleepin wid some other fkin man".
i say "fleur da queer arentchya bothered by that"
she says "it aint my fault if he likes it from the back"
i say "fk dat lemme tell u...kevins got aids"
she says "its kevin afterall stop actin so amazed".
so then if u know i had to freakin bail,
coz miss 'fleur i-like-to-scratch-people' was gettin out her nails.

so i kept movin on,on and on slow,
till i met Vivek at the corner store.
I said "hey Vivek are you buying groceries"
he says "naa im buyin somethin for me and Aushims 3rd gay anniversary".
I said "oh kool so watchya your buyin your guy"
he says "oh as usual another O.G. pair from LEVIS".
i said "i shudda known,oh btw Kevins got aids"
he says "dude its Kevin afterall stop acting so amazed".

So movin on and on,on my way,
embarkin on this very unusual usual college day...
i avoid preferably Shneider and Shiva,
coz shneiders ever horny and shiva gives me the shivers.
No offence to em both though,they both muh brother buddies,
but the rock music n headbangin over the years has made em,professional nutties.
So on my way still im passin Dominoes Pizza,
where i see funny Vijay chillin with his one and only Liza.
I say "hey Vijay u lookin really chilled,
he comes upto me and as usual whispers in my ears,
"Saad please pay my bill".
i said "sorry bro...im kinda broke"
he say "achaa teekh hai" but in his mind hese "tuja aicha gho"
i say "fk dt lemme tell u,kevins got aids"
he says "arre usko hota nahi tho i would be amazed".

So movin on and on,on my way still,
i decide not to tell Jhanvi,Aarthi,Ashis and Dimple.
So i decide to call,my best friend Trishna,
i guess she would be the one who'd get the picture.
i call her up nd say "Kevins got aids,his lifes in doom"
she says in her gujju way "oh how sade (sad)..
achaa listen na Saad,plzz buy me a baloon".

So i hang up and i wonder...
were if Kevin and i were the only friends in college,
what was the truth in truth that was to be acknowledged.

But finally if you guessed i reach Kevins house,
i go 'knock knock' "hey Kevin,wontchya come out?"
so down comes Kevin and i hug em tight without a clue,
he goes "oy watchya doin...this is so not kool".
i say "yo bro you got aids, the fates are cruel"
he says "oh im sorry didnt i tell u???....APRIL FOOL!".

- Saad Merchant

Just a Foreigner

2008-09-04T04:17:00.000-07:00

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

2008-09-04T04:10:00.000-07:00

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?

2008-09-04T04:00:00.000-07:00

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

Know wat im sayin

2008-08-28T22:39:00.000-07:00

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

To Allah we pray,Bandya ho

2008-08-17T21:39:00.000-07:00

Allah you can hear my prayers,so please do take me higher,
Allah this earths lost in frays,it smells of hellish fire...
Gone our prophets,remain their words,fulfill our need for guiders,
so we preach them out but they dont hear,not wanting the reminders...

Bandya ho..oh Bandya hoo...
dontchya know..ho Bandya hoo...
Bandya ho..oh Bandya hoo...
to Allah we pray...Bandya hoo...

Allah you can hear my prayers,so please do take me higher,
Allah its all disarrayed,they make the truthful liars...
Lord of mercy more than my jugular veins are you nigher,
make swift our message of peace and truth to the poor and richfull sires

Bandya ho..oh Bandya hoo...
dontchya know..ho Bandya hoo...
Bandya ho..oh Bandya hoo...
to Allah we pray...ho Bandya hoo...

Allah forgive the way they dress,they twist the heart's desires,
when we dress modest honest they think its juss shameful attire.
Allah why do we use four lettered words and our other slanging "Blah Blah's..."
and we hesitate and get blue as smurfs to say "Godwilling" or "Inshallah".

Bandya ho..oh Bandya hoo...
dontchya know..ho Bandya hoo...
Bandya ho..oh Bandya hoo...
to Allah we pray...ho Bandya hoo...

Allah you offers a place of peace and fulfillment of all desires,
they wish to make their heaven here,amidst times tapering spire.
clinging onto vain desires,slipping out,like hands perspire,
the fleeting life blows our Godless deeds dry,like a hair drier.

Bandya ho..oh Bandya hoo...
dontchya know..ho Bandya hoo...
Bandya ho..oh Bandya hoo...
to Allah we pray...ho Bandya hoo...

Allah they bow their heads to others but to bow to you they shy out,
Oh oft forgiving and patient One,the devil ever conspires.
Lord of mercy more than my jugular veins are you nigher,
make swift our message of peace and truth to the poor and richfull sires.

Bandya ho..oh Bandya hoo...
dontchya know..ho Bandya hoo...
Bandya ho..oh Bandya hoo...
to Allah we pray...ho Bandya hoo...

Da Shakespeare Diss???

2008-08-16T03:47:00.000-07:00

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

2008-08-11T21:14:00.000-07:00

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.....

2008-08-11T19:56:00.001-07:00

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

2008-08-10T00:12:00.000-07:00

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

2008-08-10T00:07:00.000-07:00

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

2008-08-09T23:40:00.000-07:00

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

2008-08-09T23:19:00.000-07:00

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)