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Dear Reader,
My life is trapped in these lines. Football and Music. They have saved me on many an occasion. Manchester United. I love park on Saturday mornings. My iPod is quite diverse, mainly focusing on psychedelic alternative country folk-rockish classical jazzy blues rapping qawali styled music. Proof is my hero; I trust him and can be regularly found quoting him. Jeff Buckley is at ... more »
Bilal Raja Poems
The rain disguises the tears
The smile hides the fears
The age surprises the years
I’m here to make things clear... more »
Bewildered In Life And Love,
Something’s will never change
My sad and lonely existence
It’s bound to remain the same... more »
How can we live when people are dying?
How can we laugh when children are crying?
How can we refuse them a chance when their trying?
How can we hear the truth when everyone’s lying?... more »
Counting time in my mind
Look at all the things you’ll find
In my space, familiar face
Another memory gone to waste... more »
Will you think of me?
Do you remember me?
I sit in secrecy, wishing you’d speak to me... more »
Your heart has fallen for a love
It’s going to have to forget
Come into the midst of love
And look from where you first met... more »
Look at him such a nice man, a son, a husband, a friend, a father
So smart, he worked harder then any other, lawyer or doctor
Locked her up and chopped her, who would have thought
That he was a ...... more »
Comments about Bilal Raja
Insomnia
Counting time in my mind
Look at all the things you’ll find
In my space, familiar face
Another memory gone to waste
Broken soul growing old
It has already all been told
Seeing red, being dead,
A ghost living inside my head
Energy sparks in me
A sudden surge that I can’t see
Cut too deep, I can’t sleep
All I have to do is leap
Midnight screams, in my dreams
Nightmares are my breathing scenes
To my friends, I love them
But every story has to end
Every breath that is left
Is one step closer to my death?
And I blink, I...
'Love Killed'- Penning down the oppressive and depressive feelings of the world in my opinion doesn't constitute good poetry. Then, what is the difference between a poet and a layman? A good poet has to serve a good guide for the world. When there are so many themes for the poets to handle, to show the world the light of optimism, poets should not become a bundle of nerves like this. Kindly go through my three poems under Ravi Panamanna. Also search for my poetry at www.poetriesonline.com under the name 'Ravi'.
'Potential turns to waste'
Often this is how I feel. I try and try but never to the fullest I know I am capable of being. This rots me inside until I realize (or moreover remember) that man is lazy, all of man, and somehow as I am sitting with my wine staring at the moon whilst it rises full blown from the east I can be more satisfied than those with millions and those who don't have the wisdom to love and understand others.
Good poetry, keep writing.
Of your poems I like this the best :)
Only thing i would chage would be from:
'And now you must do the same' to 'Now you too must do the same' (for some reason it fits better in my head) But that's just my opinion :)