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Pages Of Time - N/A.

Seemingly lost on this path to nowhere,
holding the torch with the flickering flame.
I continue to search for my existence,
while trying to erase what I became.

Dreams, hauntingly beautiful at times,
seem to try to exemplify my shame.
I continue to fight through the shadows,
waking up at night, screaming your name.

Pages Of Time - Forgotten Memories.

Pages Of Time - Cry With The World

The sky cries its tears of sorrow,
And the raindrops fall down on me.
The world joins me in my sadness,
And it becomes one with my misery.

It is not true when they say that you cry alone,
Because the universe will weep with you.
The pain and sorrow felt by all,
Will cause the sky’s tears to come through.

Though the earth will soak up the drops,
It is just trying to taste the pain.
Even the sea will not leave you be,
And the world will cry with you once again.

The fire is extinguished by the rain,
Because it is overwhelmed by the grief.
The wind slows down to a whisper,
Because of the faltering of someone else’s belief.

But, in the end the sun still comes out to shine,
And it dries up everyones' tears.
The dawning of a new day brings hope,
And helps to remove bad memories and fears.

Pages Of Time - Fallen Angel


The sound of thunder breaks the silence of the desert,
And a bolt of lightning strikes the ground.
A figure can be seen struggling to stand,
As the sand near Her begins to swirl around.

The fury of the desert seems to intensify,
While the sand storm continues to grow.
God’s will is being carried out,
Until She will remain no more.

From above an Angel has come,
Banished from Heaven because of words unknown.
She has been stripped of Her wings,
And sent down to earth to live all alone.

The sand continues to whirl furiously around Her,
Wiping out every footstep that She tries to make.
A sign of God’s anger at Her rebellion,
Abandoned on earth where all sympathy received is fake.

Droplets of tears slowly run down Her face,
As She continues to walk to places new.
Shunned by angels and humans alike,
Left homeless and with options few.

Suddenly, She stumbles and falls on the ground,
And the sand stops to swirl and floats down.
She lies there unmoving and breathless,
Finally deciding to give up and in the sand drown.

The fury of the desert fades away;
As God has finally been put at ease.
The Fallen Angel becomes one with the desert,
And can at last sleep forever in peace.

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And then a knight in shining armor, i.e. me, comes along and saves her.
And they live happily ever after. :)
Lol. No.
Although I wish that could happen. I need my own little angel. :(
This is not how I wanted the poem, but for now it will do. I always imagined writing it about MY angel.
However, don’t think that will be happening anytime soon.
Why did she have to die? Frustrations and stress from my life show up in my work.
Ill stop now -_-

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Sane ramblings of a VERY insane man

The English have done it again. One more British fellow has come around, knocking on Dubai’s doors, declaring that McDonald should be boycotted and banned. Does he not realise that many others have trod the same path in an attempt to send McDonald to whence it came from? Although, I am not entirely sure myself where that is. All I can recall from the plaques that they put up in every McDonald is that it was started by two brothers who did not have anything better to do. In some small hick town, I presume. As you can see, I am not the greatest fan of McDonald’s.

Moving on, it seems that Prince Charles came to Dubai and actually told the newspapers that something should be done about McDonalds. Now is that not interesting? I say that because as I recall from an excerpt printed from some person’s blog, Prince Charles himself owns some factory where they produce food that contains MORE calories than McDonald’s meals. I did not even know that was possible, but, there it is.

It would also seem that Prince Charles actually cares about peoples’ health, and thrives on organic food, again how that is possible I am not sure. However, I have to admit that he is a very shrewd fellow. Obviously, McDonald dominates the “calories” and fat people market; therefore, he is trying to put them out of business. Smart fellow this Charlie, and very shrewd. Like a little mouse. Rather, is that supposed to be fox? Oh, so is that why the damn Britishers hunt down the foxes? It would seem that they are afraid of being outwitted and taken over by the little cute doggies.

In addition to that, who is this Charlie really? So he’s the Prince of Whales. Why would anyone really want to be the Prince of Whales? I would rather be the Prince of Wales. Oh, I made a funny. Damn you readers, laugh I say, laugh. I am actually thinking of what else to write at this point, and my mind draws a blank. All I can think of is Prince Charles and his monkey ears. Then again, most of these politicians look like that. Their daddies should not have been allowed to have monkeys as pets. After all, an idle mind is the Devil’s workshop. Hail the Prince of Darkness. Now he’s one prince who won’t be calling for a ban on McDonald anytime soon.

Continuing with this pointless article, or essay, whatever you might wish to call it, I think that it is time to stop this jibber jabber so as not to insult the wrong people. I am sorry Prince Charles; you know that we all love you. It is necessary to say that, because I do not want to wake up tomorrow with an airplane sticking out of my house. Yes Mr. British. I blame you for that as well. Ask me what else I blame you for. Go on ask me.

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As I always say, my essays and stuff are not written to offend or any such thing. I just write them as a means of entertainment. Heck! The views contained in this essay aren't even mine. lOl. Therefore no offense to British people, McDonalds, Prince Charles & people who love Prince Charles. Not that many of the latter, but better safe than sorry :)

What is Time? Time is not a physical state. It can not be seen or felt. Time is just an endless flow of the past, the present and the future. It shapes itself around us, rendering us helpless to happiness, sorrow, victory, loss and to the inevitable pain. When Time moves in, we are forced to accept its existence and to accept whatever it has in store for us. We are made to accept the good with the bad.

Time is an ally, as well as an enemy. It is the most dangerous of all unseen forces. It contains our greatest fears and our greatest desires. It manipulates us like puppets, making us vulnerable to whatever it commands. Time is everlasting. It was there long before the evolution of mankind.

It is eternity in itself. It preceded the human race, and it will still be there when mankind and animalkind alike cease to exist and fade into oblivion, into non-existence.

Sane ramblings of an otherwise insane man (Revisited)..

It seems strangely frightening that i have stuck to topics concerned with 'doodoo'. I say that so as not to insult, or in fact, disgust some of my readers. It goes to show how nice, decent & innocent I am. Oh, and let's not forget honest. I believe that no matter what certain people say. After all, you are what you say you are. Therefore, I am what I say I am, and as usual you are wrong..

Anyway, it's time we moved on. Let us go to the topic of eating cats. Eating cats you say? Why, of course. Seeing that we are 'apparently' running out of chickens & cows to eat, people have resorted to eating cats. Gone is the time when people would throw a shoe at a cat meowing in the middle of the night. Now, you can just grab them, cook them & enjoy. It's a bit like 'fast' food. How did anyone not ever think of that before? Wonder how many calories a cat drumstick would have. People are actually suggesting recipes. How original & delightful. People should be this thoughtful more often. It would help make the world a better place.

By the by, in case someone did not understand, the above paragraph was 'sarcasm personified'. Eating cats? What is wrong with the idiots? Like I told my friend earlier, they might be mothers of kittens. How would 'you' like it if I caught your mother and cooked her. Then, to top it off, i ate her, gnawing on her legs like I would on a chicken's. Hmm. That actually sounds pretty horrible doesn't it? That's a rhetorical question right there, so do not waste time answering it. However, it goes to show why labourers are what they are. The idiots are too stupid to be anything else. No offense intended to any labourers reading this. Yeah right!

Legends

DReaM THe DReaMS oF MeN,
BuT LiVe THe DReaMS oF LeGeNDS,
BeCauSe LeGeNDS aRe NoT MeRe MeN.

THeY aRe MYTHS & FaBRiCaTioNS,
MeN aBoVe aLL MeN,
THe KeY To iMMoRTaLiTY..!!

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not a poem..
but yet..i still like it..:) let me no what all of you think..;)
btw.. when i talk about legends being immortal.. i mean people like shakespeare etc. who are legends in their own rights as theyve left their footprints on the pages of history..also as theyre left behind their footprints, they become immortal.. because even though they might be dead, they still live on through their books and in the minds of people..!:)

Sane ramblings of an otherwise insane man..

Here i am, smack in the middle of dengue infested india innit..& let me be the first to tell you that its downright 'orrible innit guvnor..Allright, i shall put my '''orrible bri'ish'' imitation away for now..Although, please do hesitate to blame me if it resurfaces later because i can't seem to get it out of my system yet..However, i fear that a visit to the washroom would be more helpful in dealing with that problem..Still, it might just be the 'palatable' (read 'blech') indian culinary that i have had the honour of sampling while on my trip here..

Moving on to more delightful subjects. It would seem that even though the britishers spent a few years here, contrary to popular belief, they have not left much of their legacy behind..Most importantly the use of sanitary means of answering 'nature's call'..It is still possible to see children, who are barely knee high, scooting naked in front of speeding cars, to end up squatting on the side of the road to attend to their business..They don't even seem to be terrified of the cars hurtling towards them..They have been toilet trained, for want of a better word, so effectively that the objective of letting it loose is upmost in their minds..Once they reach the desired spot, they just sit and stare at you as if it is the most common occurrence in the civilised world..Whoever said 'to each, his own' was correct i guess..However, I still can't understand why they have to come to the road to show of their bodies..Its not even as if one of them is a former Miss Universe who actually has something to show to people (read GUYS)..Go strut your stuff in the fields so that atleast 'I' can remain oblivious of the fact that such people exist..We are 'not' entertainment for you, neither are you entertainment for us..

Danish cartoon controversy

Is the entire nation united against a single cause, or is it just a handful of Muslims who voice their opinions while others just sit and watch? Here i talk about the Danish cartoon controversy which has raised cries of anger among Muslims all over the world.When we say that Danish products should be boycotted, do we not mean by the whole of Dubai, it being a Muslim country, if not by Muslims all over the world?

I bring these questions up because even though we have boycotted Danish products in the supermarket, they are still being distributed in Dubai. During a recent trip to Pakistan, on the country's national airline, I was disgusted, if not horrified, to see Danish food products on my lunch tray. I assume that the food was catered by a catering company in Dubai as the food I received while travelling back from Pakistan was all locally produced, and by local I obviously mean in Pakistan. If that is the case, then, again I am assuming here, the catering company does not have any Muslims working there, and if it does, than that group of Muslims does not care.

Is it not outrageous that while most Muslims across the Middle East attempt to stifle the supply of money to Denmark, other Muslims openly participate in distributing their products?

Even though i do not support the violent ways of some Muslims, Islam being a peaceful religion, I think that we all should atleast 'try' to force Denmark to apologise to us. This is not a matter which can be forgiven, but there is not much else we can expect in return either as Denmark does not really have much to offer us.

I finish off by saying that all my fellow Muslims, please look inside yourselves and also try to remember the teachings of the Holy Quran and the teachings of our Prophet Muhammad (P.B.U.H.). Abstain from violence, while at the sametime showing the rest of the world that they can not push us around and neither can they hold us down. Problems can be solved by means other than violence as well. Do not forget your anger, but do not let it rule your heart and mind either. We shall in the end get victory, but hopefully, not by violent means. Till then all my Muslim brothers and sisters, walk with your heads held up high, a smile on your face and love in your heart, and make the Muslim world proud.

Pages Of Time - The Last Goodbye Part 2..

The wind blows angrily in the trees,
screaming as if to make its existence known.
But, it is drowned out by the cries of anguish,
of a woman whose spirit from this world has flown.

Her body lies limp on the grass,
as the sun beats down on her innocent face.
Her killer stands near her in silence,
shocked at the events that have taken place.

Another person's soul has fled the earth,
for the sole reason of mankind's greed.
The victim of a robbery that failed;
initiated by one more of man's seed.

Her soul now rests in a place faraway,
hidden from the prying eyes of man.
Be it Heaven or Hell is not known,
another mystery of God's great plan.

Once again God has played a strange game,
letting those who deserve to live die.
This is in memory of the millions of victims of greed,
from me to you, the last goodbye.

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Omertà

Speak not lest you be heard,
& let silence be your ally.
If a whisper escapes your lips,
it will be your last goodbye.

We are the Mafia;
the law of this great land.
We control the people,
& we rule with an iron fist & hand.

Omertà is a word sacred to us,
held in more esteem than our own lives.
It is a word that has led to the deaths of many,
including fathers, sons & their wives.

The breaking of the contract of silence,
will only bring about suffering & pain.
It is a deed only punishable by death,
so that once more silence can reign.

You have broken the code of Omertà,
& it is time for you to breath your last.
Make your final peace with God,

because the die has already been cast.

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this ones gotta do with the mafia and blah blah..

in case some people do not understand the concept of Omerta..

its the Mafias code of silence.. people part of the Mafia can never goto the authorities no matter what..

and the people who do are killed immediately..

its an unspoken law which must not be broken..

Pages Of Time - The Last Goodbye..

The stray child stands all alone,
on a huge mountain of sand.
Tears of blood run down his small face,
with no one to turn to in this land.

The wind causes sand to swirl around him,
his tattered garments flapping in the breeze.
His footprints in the sand get blown away,
a sign that, now, forever his existence will cease.

His tears of blood almost dry up,
before they hit the parched earth.
The intensity of the blazing sun,
leaves everything devoid of mirth.

The ground embraces the small droplet,
that makes it to the desert's floor.
It makes the tears a part of it,
even though the child is no more.

Years later a lone skeleton is found,
of a small, under nourished boy.
Buried under tons of desert sand,
the size of a childs' small toy.

God plays a strange game with us,
letting those who deserve to live die.
This is in memory of the millions of dead kids,
from me to you, the last goodbye.

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PaGeS oF TiMe - The Sea

Stand by the endless sea,
and hear me crash on the soft sand.
A feeling like a lover's caress,
a union between water and land.

What is it that you search for,
wandering tirelessly on my shore?
Do you look for memories from the past,
for your dreams or for something more?

While you walk on the water's edge,
try to forget everything in the past.
Lose yourself forever in me,
just the two of us; a rebel and an outcast.

Let both our souls join together once,
so that you can feel what it is like to be one.
I will also teach you how to love again,
in an unspoken language understood by none.

It is the unspoken language of the sun and wind,
and it is my language; the language of the sea.
It allows you to become one with nature and the earth,
and it sets you, once and for all, completely free.

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