Ali Ahmed

Rookie (1983 / Rawalpindi)

Coming Back To Home - Poem by Ali Ahmed

Coming back to home so helpless and tired
No! No! Don’t touch me, I am soo wired
Ma eyes so heavy, ma arms so weak
Like someone thrown me off from top of the peak
Where is ma bed? So smooth and straight
For how much longer now do I have to wait?
Searching for someone to take off ma shoes
But no one there wants his dignity to lose
Can anyone please put on some music?
Or else I have to get a little bit abusive
Fed up from this world, sitting on ma chair
Waiting for her hands to be moved through ma hairs
Oh I forget, I am still so alone
It’s a house, it isn’t ma home
So as usual start playing ma guitar
Searching for a lost brighten superstar
But something is missing in the way of its shine
Oh how can I forget ma crate of red wine
The wine is on, but where the stars are gone
Oh No, once again its time for the dawn
This is the story of ma every dark night
Loosing ma self in ma own damn fight…..! ! !

Comments about Coming Back To Home by Ali Ahmed

  • (2/13/2009 7:53:00 AM)

    I really enjoyed this. It seems there is some nice humor there as well. I loved
    the last line. You certainly know the importance of a good ending. Well done!

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  • (2/13/2009 7:33:00 AM)

    Now where I should go........ or may I read another poem from PH. A poem with deep impression.... nice Ali (Report) Reply

  • (2/2/2009 1:44:00 PM)

    nicely write... reall enjoyed......... + 8 4 u......... or jis ka koi nahe os ka tu khuda yara lol :) (Report) Reply

  • (2/2/2009 5:04:00 AM)

    Wah zabrdast, beautiful. I feel related to it: -) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 2, 2009

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 11, 2009

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