Watching things change ...Good Things are coming my way.Going to make the most of it.

Remembering  Michael D Nalley for his wonderful poem on Oppurtunity

Opportunities often knock at our door
Those we have to choose to accept or ignore
It is sometimes a shame we don't unlock
The door even when we hear the knock
Opportunity may be a road full of rocks
Life is a journey filled with hard knocks
One road may be right, the other wrong
One road may be short, the other long

Many times we wish we could turn back the clock
To a time that we heard a good opportunity knock
It has been said time and tide wait for no man
For goodness sake we must come up with a plan

The world is a diverse place of cold reality, and warm romance
Where the merciful Lord often offers more than one chance
The wise will learn from the hard knocks to avoid the dangerous rocks
Time will tell who has fell and got back up when opportunity knocks

The Wrong of my life..

You were a loser but i thought youd win

When always heard you say youd do it ,i believed but you neva did anything that way..

No sense of urgency and no meaning for time,i dnt think you ever gonna rise and shine.

All you have is empty and boastephous talk..

Your greedy and mean,
You talk about yourself while you shredd others away.

I have no respect left for you,
Now i know what you do,
Thank God,i neva did my limit.

All i know is how you while your time aay,thrwoing what others have.

You are such a fool and coward,
now that i realise i am going to stay away.

I wish i could tear down every lie of yours,
Account you for every play you played..

It perplexes me whether to luagh or cry at you

but ..alas.. you are you and guess am me..

You boast on others pride
and taunt them with your lows

2 years passed..Ill never forget you
You ripped me of all my success and almost made me a loser

You are a disease ..I hold myself to break you cause you are somebody's world and somebody is mine !!

The MOTHER of three

Dedicated to Shaistha Tonse

The mother of three
was the one who excited me
For a lovely mother like that
Let her souls rest in peace

Her scary smile,her popped eyeballs
Just stretched my lips within no time
For a pantaloon like that
Let her souls rest in peace

She not only took care of the three
For she gave me ***** for free
For a carin' mother like that
Let her souls rest in peace

Not just a housewife was she
But did many odd jobs and was known in the society
For a hard-headed mother like that
Let her souls rest in peace

At the early age of her motherly life
Her dream to become a granny was just a dream
For the mother of three like that
Let her sou rest in peace.
-Safwan Sadiq