Sid's Bucket
Posted on Tuesday, 22nd July 2008 @ 9:18pm
Just me bucket where i can chuck all me words... 
Just me bucket where i can chuck all me words...
31 March 2008
7 hours 56 min
Po the first:
So I sent some men to find me enemy
They came back one by one
Never call for a second chance
Coz there’s always reason but
No choice… or is there?
Roses may blossom but who notices the hibiscus?
Clouds look pretty but why so afraid of the thunder?
You have a niche and a purpose…
Would love to know what others think!
From where I stand
I stand and wait
Waiting to be heard
Heard or listened to?
Pin your ears back coz
Just found out that my enemy
Is me!
Heard it from meself…
Or did you tell us?
Loot at the nature, the murmurs of the tide
Look at the creation, the elaboration of an eye
Look at the Creator, isn’t It just beautiful?
Or do you not see?
It is He but why call Him ‘Him’?
Verily, He suits being It…
With due respect… there’s nothing wrong with ‘It’
It’s just you who make Him a He
In that case I make Him an It!
But not just any ‘It’…
… ‘It’ is Great, Powerful, Unique
It is beyond my intellect
And I believe He is beyond our intellect
It is God.
He is our Lord!
And MY God asked me:
‘Then, which of the favours of your Lord do you deny?’
But can I reply (none … not even Hell!)
Sky's the limit. True or false?
31 March 2008
7 hours 56 min
Po the second:
The night is pretty; stars peek and fade while I try to count
Futile attempts to persuade myself of the existence of infinity
While you enjoy the pillars to lean against, I lean against fear
You look up at the fall, the fall of a cloud just above your wood
Wood carved into a cosy home, lacking windows to hide from the wild
Tamed emotions lay barren compared to the ground
Smell of earth, the textures, the awe inspiring beauty of Your land
The damp sky, the humid breath, and the chance to see You
Look up to search for warmth in the chill
Look up to find a wind there to wrap
Look up to see something beyond stars
Look up to count the drops
Look up to bite the tears that choke just here
Look up to have the rain dissolve me
Look up to have the rain dissolve the pain
The sorrow, so the sun could dry it to a mercy
A tear was shed, a bond never made, and a vow forgotten
Vow too old to recognise as ancient had it not coiled
This is me looking at You… beauty at its absolute galore beyond my lips!
(Pause to consider)
Beyond my breath and beyond me
Searched just to find You at Your absolute galore
Searched in hope to see You… to have You blind my wit
Stillness of the night, in the dark do I belong?
Searched but still searching for something that belongs to me… is it You?
Fragile the night and I are so choose with care!
But no doubt You may pummel and mould me since I am clay.
Is that what you did to Musa (AS)? And I won’t question anymore.
Naïve faith; Naïve trust; Naïve I(?)
Sky's the limit. True or false?
31 March 2008
7 hours 56 min
Po the third:
* For: The Revival …
Day 1: Aim; to be revived
The whole day was spent saying Salaam
The words had to be precise
Concise, with a strict but polite attitude
Eager eyes and plump hands await a reply
Reply: a warm welcome
Questions pummelled
Answers witty and diverse, a lot of corners but finite sides
Questions in slang
Answers perfectly phrased, grammatically defined
Questions naughty and rough
Answers calm but strong and meaningful
Questions will keep coming but answers are always established
Quick, logic, apparent, related, touched
Day to day is never a routine
Biased, selfish, mature, propelling, crisp
Something new to be heard and read
Diverse, convincing, devoted, angled, saturated
Innovation is no crime, look calm yet alert
This is the way it is done
That is how The Revival began (for me)
Week 16 Hours 23: I feed, grow and ask for more
Sky's the limit. True or false?
21 November 2006
8 hours 38 min
Wow...These are good.
Congratulations on posting the first 'good' thing on this section in the forum.
Winter is the Springtime of the Muslim. Because Allah (swt) has made the nights long for worship, and the days short for fasting!
31 March 2008
7 hours 56 min
i honestly don't know if you're being sarcastic or no ...
Sky's the limit. True or false?
21 November 2006
8 hours 38 min
I'm not!
Sheesh...you try to give someone a complement...
Winter is the Springtime of the Muslim. Because Allah (swt) has made the nights long for worship, and the days short for fasting!
31 March 2008
7 hours 56 min
Good on you!
Sky's the limit. True or false?
31 March 2008
7 hours 56 min
Po the fourth; People i work with
Senile, old, elderly, our ‘forefathers’ they may be
Some ‘retarded’ and some ill
Some disabled, out of choice
There are others who are quiet
There are some who are hushed
To us they seem wrinkled and frustrated
But guess what (?) they are the people
Who made the present possible for you (?)
Frustrated from change and weary from the past
The wrinkles turn to folds
That lay down a good years’ hard work to rest
You see a rancher’s hand, you see bed soars
You see curled up women, paralysed for lifetime
It’s not what they had desired
It isn’t fair, and they know
Yet they carry on, on and on… and on
What you see in them is the present
What they hide or exaggerate is the past
Pet animals to keep their sense of touch
Knit with friends to spend the time
Or just walk round the block for a breath of fresh air
They love it all,
The food, the pillows, the sofa, the rugby
The care, the chess, the funk and the rock ’n roll
Such are my observations and
Such are the people, some religious others free spirits
Like they care about routine, inhalers and meds
Such are the people for whom there is care.
Summer job it is, but blimey
Its care that we provide! We try, I know I do.
Sky's the limit. True or false?
31 March 2008
7 hours 56 min
Po the reply:
Tell you one thing pal
Before making such judgements
Please make it clear that this ain’t typical
Please make it clear that tis YOUR observation
Please make it clear that YOU don’t like to see it that way
Please make it clear that humiliating isn’t the correct tool
So be careful about what you say
OK there are those who fall astray
And yes there the ‘attention seekers’
But let us not be judgemental and narrow minded
If they wear the hijab then let them…
Don’t say they are better off without it
Cos you know they aren’t
Don’t give em a route to give up a good thing
Just to get them to do it ALL good
It may take time and space in their brain capsule
But at least they aren’t literally showing skin
They are packets of cracking emotions
It’s their choice, once you’ve done your bit
Back off and let them absorb it all
Otherwise they will hatch and scratch
Do you get what I mean?
The summer and the monsoon,
The sun is hot and yet we cover our heads
It’s easy for a dude to exclaim
It’s jihad for us, the great jihad I say
Changing oneself in the favour of Allah
The ladies will take it off if they want to
But why don’t they do it?
Have you ever pondered over that?
To me my scarf is my hair, if I wear it ‘cool’
I still attract attention (unintentionally!)
What does that make me?
Modesty has a limit and so do we
And so do you
Advice: Never give a lady the wrong advice!
Never ever you make that mistake…
There are some who won’t mind but there are lots who don’t think!
Black in the sun is a bad idea so,
Before you type anything that may be exclaimed as rude or sexist
Or discrimination against a fellow Muslim
Just:
Think and Think again…
(just dumping it in here for safety reasons)
Sky's the limit. True or false?
13 July 2008
2 weeks 4 days
these are really good mashallah, dont get me wrong, but i prefer poems that rhyme.
Behold...Me!
31 March 2008
7 hours 56 min
Thank you ... i don't like Po's that rhyme!
they sound more sophisticated when they are not rhymed... an original piece every time!
Sky's the limit. True or false?
13 July 2008
2 weeks 4 days
yeah but then it has more of a rhythm
Behold...Me!
31 March 2008
7 hours 56 min
you just don't know how to read a PO!
don't worry love, you'll learn it in Englih Literature ... Enjoy!
Sky's the limit. True or false?
31 March 2008
7 hours 56 min
Po the fifth; Just a view on life (not mine)
Blessed to be born Muslim
But I don’t know what it means
Taught by a pious soul
But I didn’t understand him then
Learnt how to recite the sacred words
But what do they really say
Had the best of company
But I’ve lost them somehow
Parents brewed what they knew
But never displayed the reasons
Never did I hear the answers to:
“But, why …?”
Just hushed the thoughts
Lay them every night to search for the Truth
But did I dare wonder under guidance? … no
Heaven or hell, I won’t mind
Heaven: I would really feel acknowledged,
For the good I’ve done (however little it may be)
Hell: I deserve it for all the bad I committed and may commit
Repentance is an easy option
But why do wrong to begin with?
Would we be humans if we didn’t mess up?
But You conquer all hearts
I feel left out,
Why?
Forgive me Ya Allah
Forgie me for who I am today
Forgive me if I ever forget You!
Forgive us
Just need you near me
Always around
I guess I have to make the effort
To locate Al-Ghafur, and respect the time it may take
I don’t know if I’m ashamed to admit
But I’m afraid
That I haven’t discovered Islam yet!
*Whispers* Help!
“So take care, of what you ask me
Cos I can’t say no" to You
Sky's the limit. True or false?
31 March 2008
7 hours 56 min
Po the whatever! (i've got a head ache!)
With a sun in one hand
And the moon in the other
I position myself to be captured
Captured by the sight of others
To make a statement
I dare not disturb the balance
Or the axis, for I will fall
With that thought I fasten myself
Prepare to stand,
To nail my belief
Soon did I figure it out
It wasn’t to be
Right handed yet eat with my left
I will now steal myself
Since I know; there’s no such thing as happily ever after
Believe it or not
A knot is stronger than the rope itself!
Sky's the limit. True or false?
31 March 2008
7 hours 56 min
Don't worry, I'm not a 'disturbed child' (just in a bad mood for some reason *shrugs*)... I was in a bad mood and these are a few words that I thought were apropriate to be displayed here:
Po the seventh: *yawn*
Am I a being who happens to be a Muslim?
Or me darlings
Am I a Muslim who happens to be a being?
I am stumbling,
I stumble at dawn
I stumble at dusk
I stumble at night
I stumble at noon
Can’t make sense of the words
Can’t believe I’ve come this far
I hate the existence of lie
Why can’t I perceive the night?
Am I that blind?
There’s a difference between hate and unlike
For example:
I hate living, I hate to live
It was a choice I never had!
Then where’s the right to freewill?
I hate the concept of being born,
I hate the fact that I’m alive,
Waste of material
Waste of effort!
Full of disappointment
And misery I always bring
I am boring
And I am bored of this world
There’s nothing here for me
And I feel as though I don’t belong to this entity
My ‘home’ is somewhere else
Somewhere that I dream about every night
And never remember a damn thing!
It is Love to live but living to die
But I doubt that I’m living to die
And I certainly don’t love to live
There’s something missing
Death could it be? (An inspiration for me)
Please help me shut up
I hate being worn-out and pissed-off
If you read this, remember one thing
I will never slay one self; I ain’t that strong
So if you find this note: I didn’t commit the gravest of the sins
*whispers* I ain’t that weak!
I don’t like it when judgements are made
Belief being one thing and respect the other
I hate the fact that I can think
It has made me stubborn, observant, attentive, and sober
I realise now what I didn’t know before
I am a human who happens to believe in destiny!
And guess what? I hate it! (now, everybody laugh)
Sky's the limit. True or false?
21 November 2006
8 hours 38 min
I have an addition to your bucket ->
Our history and thus our fate,
Is written in the dust of time,
For we must choose nightmares of hate,
Or eternity with the Sublime.
We think of consciousness. How queer,
Paradoxical, in a way.
To think of thinking is to veer
Towards the realm of pulsing brains.
A fragile mindscape is confined
Within a brittle dome of bone,
We imagine all we see
And never even leave our home,
Deciphering the phase of several alternating frequencies;
Light, or sound, or smell, or taste, or hot or cold, or all of these,
This is all the brain can do; its only actual function,
But the spectrum stretches far beyond the span of our assumption,
But when we see by the light of day
A monument to our demise,
Most certainly, I'm afraid to say,
Its hardly ever recognized
With knowing eyes and hearts and minds
As something to be feared,
Instead its welcomed, and in time
We celebrate it being here.
So we must watch with vigilance
So our comfort doesn't blind us,
For if we don't then there's a chance
Great iron rods will bind us.
And we shall be the ones who are lamenting our mistakes,
One careless word or idle moment's really all it takes.
The brain may be a wondrous thing
Which can direct us to good, and learn.
But it is only hearts, we bring
When, to our Lord, we return.
Winter is the Springtime of the Muslim. Because Allah (swt) has made the nights long for worship, and the days short for fasting!
31 March 2008
7 hours 56 min
Masha'Allah, very true and beautiful... (I like the beginning and the end)
How do you get your eng to be so... precise?
Sky's the limit. True or false?
28 October 2005
9 hours 51 min
well he is going to be the best english teacher in syria inshallah.
People demand freedom of speech to make up for the freedom of thought which they avoid.
21 November 2006
8 hours 38 min
if by 'best' you mean 'only on that Funzo knows' then I agree. Otherwise that statement is poppycock!
I think its cos I studied music. phrases, rhythm etc.
I also use a thing called poetic license...if you have trouble fitting your point into the correct number of syllables, just write something vague and erudite. It useually does the trick because people don't want to admit that they don't understand the line (me included).
Winter is the Springtime of the Muslim. Because Allah (swt) has made the nights long for worship, and the days short for fasting!
31 March 2008
7 hours 56 min
vague and erudite
(i thought i already did that but i'll give it a go after ramadhan)
o there are always some lines that I can't understand, i have to read the whole thing atleast 3 times to make sense of it, thats only because I make my own analogy which falls on the same lines as the author but not exactly!
Sky's the limit. True or false?
31 March 2008
7 hours 56 min
PLAY WITH PEACE (it's a pun)
Light as a breath
Warm like a pulse
Pummel the ground
Tonnes of weight
Colourless life
Cold is art
Smell the air
Sweeten the tongue
Forever it is ours
Be it true or false
The sense
And the ability
Deepen thy thoughts
Weep with them
Colour the frame
But burn the image
Smile when sad
Head bowed
Hands fatsened
and gasp when you fall
'Cause if you do come up
Remember to breath
Set the tune
Play the beats
Play with peace
Sky's the limit. True or false?
21 November 2006
8 hours 38 min
That's my favorite so far. Keep up the good work.
Winter is the Springtime of the Muslim. Because Allah (swt) has made the nights long for worship, and the days short for fasting!
31 March 2008
7 hours 56 min
Sky's the limit. True or false?
25 June 2005
11 hours 50 min
Salam
Wednesday. C for content. A for effort.
Well done.
Omrow
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21 November 2006
8 hours 38 min
That is terrible spelling, Omrow. Your are correct that 'C' is for 'content', but quite clearly 'effort' begins with a 'A' (for a Muslim, all effort should begin with 'Bismillah')
Winter is the Springtime of the Muslim. Because Allah (swt) has made the nights long for worship, and the days short for fasting!
31 March 2008
7 hours 56 min
I'm still a kid!
Sky's the limit. True or false?
25 June 2005
11 hours 50 min
OK.
In that case, C+ for contents.
Thats almost a B.
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31 March 2008
7 hours 56 min
lol ... umrao, you giving me scores aint gna help me improve luvie! ... infact i do the exact opposite ... so i tend to ignore the scoring factor like i said at fanzi's , it's crude (stretch the word)
Sky's the limit. True or false?
28 October 2005
9 hours 51 min
whats with it with you guys? fanzi? fanzi?
are really dont know whether your taking the michael or not
People demand freedom of speech to make up for the freedom of thought which they avoid.