Ibrar Siddiqi

Rookie - 0 Points [Short sighted Seer] (28.02.1970 / United Kingdom)

Biography of Ibrar Siddiqi

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 made me feel like a robot - life's too short to worry about anyone. I don't follow the massses, doing my own thing is my thing - don't want to impress my views or life on anyone else.

I love seeing people being happy, I had re-approached my life after experiencing a very dark episode in 1998 when I became bankrupt, lost my job and suffered a serious stroke and a mental breakdown. My wife has helped through the dark times.

Apart from my poems, I enjoy keeping fit, eating my wife's home cooking - hence keeping fit. Horror films, trying to get my old jalopy to give me more than 50 miles per gallon. I love old motorbikes, vintage clothes and music - I don't have any children but would like to have some with my wife.

My poems are just an extension of my personality -I have become somewhat of a recluse and don't make any friends easily.

I'm just an average guy who just wants a peaceful life, world peace and to live in New York when I am rich and famous.

Enjoy my poems, I must warn you I usually write them after work, reflecting upon the day and expeiences I've had - sometimes I may get too graphic but that's poetry its the way you present yourself........

Enjoy life, but walk about with blinkers and enjoy each day aqs it happens.

Ibrar Siddiqi's Works:

None published as so many poems are waiting to be submitted to be appreciated but will try to impress a wide variety of people who could assimilate to my level.

I have a blog called 'PostITPoet' - feel free to browse.

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Why Oih Why

Why oh why
Do I feel
I wanna cry
Feels like my life is passing me by
In my tinted jalopy
I watch the people that walk past.
Man with a son
I envy you
Some to hold you with little pressure

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