Accidental Woman Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

There you are siting close to me.
Was an accident that we met.
Conversations, flow like a river.
The stories and experiences we share.
Found a kindred spirit.
Whose heart is open and true.
Sick of the other losers,
whose game it is to make me blue.

I finally have the chance to flex my intelligent might.
Talked to like an adult, a pure delight.
People who know nothing, mean nothing to me.
Longed for someone to talk who could think and hold their own.
Unlike the rest, who whinge and moan.

Surrounded by people, i think nothing of.
Whose game is to annoy and belittle.
Or fill their lives with ignorance or tattle tittle
I have someone to share my thoughts on a even plane.
A sound mind not programmed to drive me insane.
The stories you tell, things you say,
brighten up a miserable day.
Accidental woman, what you bring is joy to me.
The gift of conversation and thought.
That has been lost over the last decade or so.
Deal you deck of cards, a tale that lies within.
A joy to listen to. like a radio station i like.
Bring back a smile upon my face.
Make me laugh until my sides begin to crack.

Accidental woman, I pray that your prayers are answered.
Seek a plane of happiness.
All the riches and happy memories are brought to your feet.
I would not confess to you though, you really are sweet.
Compared to the bitter lemons that sit on my coattails.
Slugs, snails and unpleasant things, sound better with a tale from you.
Biker bees, lakes full of crocs.
Falling from height.
May the landing be soft with aid of mattresses and chocs.
Thank you for brightening up my day.


I Siddiqi 04/04/09

A poem dedicated to a fellow traveller - bless you!