Rambling Poem by Ibrar Ahmad Siddiqi

Lifted out of darkness.
Head out of the cell.
Shielding my eyes from the Sun.
Learned from captivity.
Taught myself a few things.
People say I'm behind the times.
Being the silent type speaking in rhymes.

Watching the world run past.
I feed the destitute and homeless,
putting money in their begging cup.
Should be the reverse, we'd be begging them to teach us.
Save us from the incessant consumerism we rush for.

No television in my house.
Just my computer, hard drive and mouse.
Putting my words down, Battling on.

Spent a few months in the darkness.
Curtains drawn upon the bay window that was my mind.
Felt so down and being so exhausted.
Jaded fools thinking they knew better.
Just hibernating earlier to comeback refreshed.

Curtains opened, gifts inside my mind feeling like new.
Sun blazing through, feeling resuscitated.
Heading off my two feet, pastures new.
Rambling forward looking on with happiness in my soul.



19.11.2016 Ibrar Ahmad Siddiqi