Ibrar Ahmad Siddiqi

Waking up every morning with my eyes wide open.
Just got to get up and live my life.
Wishing my life was worry free.
Wishing I could wrap myself in cotton wool.
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Violent ill feeling hurricane.
Ravaging my mind and soul.
Tearing apart my flora and fauna.
Removing the very heart of my land.
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Driving through every day of my existence.
Passing those pedestrians in hypnotic states.
Technology slowing down their thoughts.
Walking slowly getting nowhere fast.
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Coming to the boil.
Held back by trolls whilst I toil.
Blew my top because I'm going sky-high.
Haters belong in the cupboard that I keep locked.
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I wake in the morning trying to work out my fate.

People telling me its Kismat.
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I am locked in my body.
I'm not going to come out.
No matter how much I kick and shout.
No-one's going to hear me scream.
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Where I belonged once.
My roots are no more.
One day, I woke up.
Thy sky, blue sky, shining through what was left of my roof.
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Got to take off today.
It's been a long coming.
With some much excess holding me down.
Spite and assumption thrown at me like mud-pies.
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It all started ten days ago.
Decided to make an effort.
Start upon a new direction.
Giving up on habits.
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Lost in isolation.
Freedom sought in adventure.
Heading out on my own in the dark.
The open road enlightening my path.
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Heading for the skies.
Taking off at speed
To taken on those demons.
Climbing steadily with positive thoughts, I'll ace this.
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Trust is a word so strong.
It can be either right or wrong.
Feels like I've been wronged by negativity and doubt.
I stand by my words.
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I have to praise those hands that held that cup.
The hands that slapped me once when you snapped.
Hands that gave me reassurance when you thought I'd sink.
Small, manicured and delicate are those hands of someone so special.
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Lifted out of darkness.
Head out of the cell.
Shielding my eyes from the Sun.
Learned from captivity.
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Rushing through the chaos of the Shopping race.
Just seen a hobo with a kind face.
Wasting my money on the lottery weekly.
Poor old fella stood there with a cup.
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Can't help by being lost.
Fed so much negativity by a unfeeling bunch.
Switched off my hatred.
Switched on my mind.
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When things are forbidden,
Other people's feelings shouldn't be overridden. 
Respect and love. 
More effective than iron fist,
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Waking up this morning,
Felt like a load on my mind.
Feeling l got the world on my shoulders.
But my friend said that I'd problems the size of boulders.
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My mind is like fresh canvas.
Awaiting thought and colour.
Devoted to input and inspiration.
The flash of an idea.
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