Biographies are like a book, I don't think that I have anything that could be interesting to know about me other than I am old fashioned kind of guy who loves his wife and family.
I am an old fashioned kind of guy who wants to work hard, buy a house, retire surrounded by grandchildren like everyone else. Fate has other ideas so I just take each day as it comes. Planning too much just ... more »
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Ibrar Siddiqi Poems
I am a person. More baggage than you think. Lots of problems to which could drive you to drink. I don't want to be involved with anyone.
There you are siting close to me. Was an accident that we met. Conversations, flow like a river. The stories and experiences we share.
I Hate it when we fight
You said something that intrigued me. Man, that I am went silent. Woman, as you are thought I had upset. What followed was a wee bruehaha.
Getting over someone
At first the hurt wells up. Feelings like a porcelain cup. Beautiful to hold, easy to break up. Bad things come the fore.
Go away annoying single woman
Ive been hurt in the past By women whose love I knew would never last But the past 10 yeats
People judge by the way i look. Old saying that goes don't judge a book. That saying befits me. The looks of hatred as I walk past.
A solitary soul
Alone in my world. Silence is my religion. Simple, uncomplicated soul. Not jealous or begruding
Life's an adventure, no matter how big or small. It starts in the mind. Just go, be kind
I love my company
In a world of my own. A master of my own fate. I m not lonely without my imagination. And am not lonely without my dreams.
I wish I could be someone else.
In my being, as me. I wish I was built like Adonis. A man, that every woman would lustfully desire. Wish for long dark hari like Samsom.
i thought you were different
I looked at you. And found deep solace in your soul. Though about you as friend. Fate pushed us together.
My car is a wreck it starts and goes thats all I need. fast it may not be
I feel drenched by the Bad Rain. Happiness had left, all I feel is pain. Moving forward is a slow process. Rain turns to snow and gradually ice.
My new job
My new job has started well Give me a few weks and time will surely tell
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I am a person.
More baggage than you think.
Lots of problems to which could drive you to drink.
I don't want to be involved with anyone.
Because of the burden I have become.
Along the road of life I have travelled.
Lots of problems slowly unravelled.
Met this person who was a snake in the grass.
Alas poor me, I don't think I will last.
Was full of life and happiness.
My smile would attract women of beauty and class.
Yet I wonder why.
People put sticks in the spokes.
When I ride out on my bicyle of life.
I am tired of fxing things that weren't ...