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Pain

PAIN

 

Pain is a sea with no bed. You can plumb the depths of it to find it goes deeper still. What is the point of pain?  know it has one.

Pain FOR those who have gone and left their footprints on your soul. Pain FROM those present who stomp upon your spirit. Pain BY what YOU put YOURSELF through.

Pain. When tears bring no relief, only affirm that your heart is breaking.

Pain. When talking only reminds you of the pain.

Pain. When the silence makes it more intense.

When you feel you cannot cope, what is your solution?

Pain can be such a pain.

 

Cat In Pain... or is it indigestion? :(

Cat In Pain… or is it indigestion? :(

 

Your thoughts

Yours Truly

Zishaan ‘ZuZu’ Shafi

Journey of Hope

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I drag my feet

Leaving behind a trail of dust

As my feet scuff 

Across the  ground

Needless to say I have grown wary

On this seemingly endless journey

Searching for a heart containing purity

With each step hope dwindles

All I have met is folk trying to swindle

Me, of my belief in humanity

Is this a fools errand I have embarked upon?

I am so tired now

Should I go on?

The nights have been darker

Than the days have been bright

Do I have the strength to continue this fight?

 

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Yours Truly

Zishaan ‘ZuZu’ Shafi

Dear Readers,

This is the FIRST of a select few GUEST BLOGGERS who will be taking over ‘Cynical Me or Stupid You?’  to share their own rantings, creativity, expression or confusions. I hope you enjoy what they have to offer.  So I welcome Farhana, who was kind enough to accept my invitation to share her amazing photography with you all. I absolutely love nature and the talent of being able to capture its glory. Farhana does this effortlessly and combines her amazing work with poignant quotes. An amazing marriage. 

So without any further ado, I give you Farhana Rawat…

 

 

 

Hello and Salaams.. Greetings and Salutations!

I am so honoured to be able to share a bit of myself on this awesome Blog, that I have come to know and enjoy. So firstly, my thanks and gratitude to Zishaan Shafi.

I am a Muslim lady, Masha’Allah, so blessed to be living near the Lake District National Park. Until recently I have kept those images in my fondest memories, but now having acquired a rather nice DSLR camera, the mood often takes me to photograph images all over and share them with the world. I believe that no image replicated could compare with the unique creation and beauty of Allah SWT and I truly believe that it is HE who presses the shutter each time I take an image on my camera. I hope you like what I am sharing with you today and feel free to join my page on Facebook- you would all be so welcome.

Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Farhana-in-Wonderland/134726850018320?ref=hl

”Seek the Silence and learn to breathe. A little air works wonders for the mind and soul, and often it is in the silence that comes our greatest gift of sharing. Words alone could never convey the truth of Silence, and silence wouldn’t mean a thing if there was nobody to hear it. The heart speaks in silence while true love speaks in unspoken words.”  

 

Please ask your silence not to shout at me!!

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Hello Blog World… 

I know I have been quiet.. and I know many of you are thankful for thatBUT I wanted to disturb the peace and pop by to say…I am here, I am thinking, I am formulating…I am just not sharing much as of late… this will change… much to your dismay…

There is a face lift coming ”CynicalMeorStupidYou?” way and a host of new posts. I will be trying some new stuff and inviting some great Bloggers to raid this space and have their way.

Until then I Just wanted to say….

All that lives longs to be loved and it is loved THROUGH US. Every time you love you honour the Creator.

So love by word, love by art, love by photography, love by looking, love by touching, love by song, love by prose.. just LOVE dammit.

Love heals wounds that people didnt even know they had. Love heals wounds that are thought to be fatal.

That is the power of love!

Love can transform the wretched. Love can save the doomed. Love can revive the hopeless. Love can heal the sick. Love is the only cure

Like all things, if done wrong, it can cause more harm than good.

So love the right way and love the right things.

Start with yourself and work your way out from there.

As you begin to Love the path will become clear.

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Yours Truly 

Zishaan ‘ZuZu’ Shafi

 

Today is the second year anniversary of the greatest loss in my life. Losing my Dad. Every day since has been hard. Every day is an anniversary. Wanted to post this to remember him openly and help relieve some of what is in my heart and mind.

 

Heartbreak

Beloved heartbreaker

 

Beloved heartbreaker

I stifle my sobs of anguish

As you tear through the flesh of my chest

To reach my beating heart

Heartbreaker you are killing me.

 

But I am glad for the pain

If it means I get to see your face again

 

Heartbreaker you have bested me

It is a defeat I boast of gladly

O Beloved Heartbreaker

Who appears when I sleep

Haunting my swim through midnight pools

Of dreams.

 

You drag me down

To the darkest places

I plunge the very depths of misery

My tears filling the seas

Leading them to overflow

 

Beloved Heartbreaker

Don’t you know

How much you hurt me

Beloved Heartbreaker

Don’t you know

This is how I want it to be

 

-Zishaan ‘ZuZu’ Shafi

Dear Departing Love

 

Dearest departing traveller don’t forget me. By God don’t go for too long, parting for but a moment is hard. I feel anguish when you blink and we are no longer meeting eyes, so with this departure, how can you imagine I am to survive.

There is chaos and sadness today, my beloved has left, leaving me bereft. There cannot be any joy. With every second I pray for your return, kindred, you do not know how my heart yearns. Don’t think I didn’t ask, the world and the universe, to make you stay, you didn’t heed what they had to say.

I know it was not a choice, and one day, together, we will rejoice. Just know until I see you again, I will not turn my gaze from the horizon, as I watch you walking away. As you do my heart will sob, my tears are a testament to that.

Dear Departed if you could but see, what your departure has done to me.

Yours Truly

Zishaan ‘ZuZu’ Shafi

Your Heart As My Pen

 

 I wish your heart

could be my pen

I’d place it to the pad

and let it begin

 

Watch as it wrote

streams of words

to me.

As it did

I would wait patiently

 

For the end result

I look on.

As the ink streams

from the nib

to the sheet

 

Curls and dots

loops and marks

A fantastical construction

to express our thoughts

 

 

YOUR thoughts.

YOUR feelings,

this time

not mine

 

Those I know

only too well

It’s how you’re feeling

that I cant tell

 

So let me use your heart

as my pen

And as it would

draw to an end

The Pandora’s box

Would be opened

 

I would finally get to see

what it is

you feel for me

 

Feel or don’t.

Either way

I have to know.

So I can lay

my poor heart to rest

 

Only you can grant

this wish to me

I need to know

how you feel, honestly.

 

 

Yours Truly,

Zishaan ‘ZuZu’ Shafi

 

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LOVE

 

I want to talk about LOVE.

I’m not talking romance and relationships. I want to tackle LOVE. The energy. I want to explore and share my ignorance with you guys in a hope you will cure it with answers. I need to understand why there is a lack of it. Why it is becoming a stranger in a home that it made. I want to understand why expressing it seems to be so difficult to us. Why am I weird for wanting to share it with everyone and anyone who I come across.

 

 

Yes I am one of those people. I love to say hello to strangers, I love smiling at people, I love striking up conversations. Hell If I could I would go around hugging people. I am fully aware of how uncomfortable it makes some people feel, but I love it because the next time I hope it will be less alien to them. I am a firm believer in exchanges of love between two strangers as I don’t feel that we are strangers. we are children of the earth. We are one and the same. I know you. I think there is nothing to gain from hiding it, yet there is everything to gain from expressing it. Friendliness breaks barriers. My commitment to sharing and spreading love helps to heal divisions and shatter misconceptions.

I feel like a lone ranger at times.

Whenever I come across anyone talkative, smiling, friendly and radiating love from their every pore, I feel invigorated and hopeful. Such people are the ones who dispel the dark and bring warmth to a cold world.We need more of this.

 

SO…

Why are people so hesitant to say something nice?

Why not smile at a stranger?

Why think twice before giving a compliment?

What is it which makes us question displays of love?

Who planted seeds of humanitarian discord by poisoning this pure energy source?

 

 

 

Is it not the most natural of things? Does it not make you feel amazing inside? Does it no lead to goodness?

It is human. It is real. It is organic.

It is considered a weakness. It is a good weakness. It is revealing.

I am proud to admit it. I am a sucker for LOVE. In its pure form. Not for twisted notions of romance, but for its essence. I want to be loved. I want to feel it envelope me. I long for days filled with exchanges of love, from those known and unknown to me. I want to experience it undiluted and concentrated.

 

I want to kiss the every face of Love. It has so many.

There have been so many occasions where someone has misunderstood my love. Used it against me. Taken it for a weakness. Turned it into something wretched. They defiled something which was pure. It made me feel embarrassed. My face flushed with shame. Hot. Red. Regret.

That then spawns Fear. Fear prevents us from further expressions of love. It closes us off.

It shouldn’t.

It does.

Never regret a display of genuine love. Nothing sincere should be followed with remorse. If someone else cannot process something so pure, that is their loss. If they do not understand how to behave with love etiquette, that is their failing, not yours. You responsibility is to create and spread love. So do not be deterred.

The power of a single action, which is suffused with love, cannot be underestimated. It begins a chain of actions, whose timeline could extend for years…potentially never ending. You could be the one to begin that, you could be a part of it. Of a global exchange of love. It began with the first pair of human lives. It may have been broken and then restarted, but it endures. You are part of something as old as humanity. You

Don’t be the one who receives but doesn’t pass on. Do not be the weak link, the break or disturbance in the energy flow.

 

LOVE is misunderstood. Hollywood, piss poor singers, science and multinationals have all distorted it. It is raw. It is ancient. It is one of the forces which binds the universe. It is magnificent and colossal. It is a building block of life. It is expressed by all living things, it runs through us all. It is spoken in one language. A universal tongue. It’s power is epic.It can heal wounds that people did not know were there.

A smile. A hug. A kind word. A thank you or please. A minute of your time. A simple action. These can have such powerful ramifications upon the world. Don’t underestimate them.

Stop over thinking love. Stop being afraid. Stop disturbing the flow.
Join in.
LET LOVE LIVE
YOUR THOUGHTS?
Yours Truly
Zishaan ‘ZuZu’ Shafi

      

LIFE

 

 

Wrote this whilst listening to ‘Time After Time’ by Margaret Whiting on a loop. It is one of my favourite songs. Her voice is so gentle. Her delivery of each word is laden with sincere emotion. She never over exerts her voice. Effortless. I miss that simplicity in music. I may be 25, but I am a child of all eras and cultures. I am a child of life. From its Dawn.

 

It is on this topic that I felt inspired to write. To talk Life. Try to capture just some of the beautiful parts of it. To share my thoughts, doubts and confusions.

 

I think so often that I get caught up in trying to understand life rather than just trying to live it. I need to let life teach the lessons, learn from them as I live them, rather than trying to learn before the class is in session.

 

I find myself  more focused upon my destination than my journey. Always looking ahead, rather than looking out of the window and admiring the scenery, absorbing what is going on around me. Thus losing the joy from life. Those tantalising moments.

 

That is what I guess it means to ‘live in the moment’, though they are all interconnected, they are also independent to one another. There is a wisdom in enjoying each one, and an art to being able to make each one flow seamlessly into the next.

 

That is something I want to achieve. I want each moment to be organic and unique. Thus achieving a true life. I need to shed my propensity towards communist, uniform, regimented order. It may bring success of a sort, minimise mistakes and produce order…but it takes away the freedom of spirit and the bliss of an unadulterated moment of pure joy. I have things to work on. I am moving towards them. 

 

What do you understand (or do not) about Life? Share your thoughts and misgivings. Forward to me your philosophy or observation. Through one another we can live it better. 

 

 

 

LIFE

 

This overwhelming sadness

This terrifying joy

This concoction of confusion

This thing we call life

 

The wanton unpredictability

Spider web fragility

The sheer infuriating futility

Which highlights our inability

 

Constant state of confusion

Leaves me disillusioned

More so when we add epiphanies to the infusion

Moments of clarity

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Amidst delusions

 

Sweet and tender moments

Sugar sweet romance

Intoxicating highs

Precede the most bitter of goodbyes

 

Oh this thing called Life

Greater than a single mind

For we are but of an earthly design

Leave comprehension to the Divine

Live your Life

Whilst you have the time

 

 

 

 

Yours Truly

Zishaan ‘ZuZu’ Shafi

 

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Sense and Sensibility

 

Sense and Sensibility

Will you be the end of me

For sometimes I feel

That you restrict my creativity

Which indeed

Forms the core of me

It is who I am

All that I know

My greatest facet

Which allows me to grow

 

Sense and Sensibility

You bind me in ropes

Of monotony

Bound to convention

You hate the mere mention

Of riding free

In cosmic emancipation

Prefer me to toil in daily tribulation

Sense and Sensibility

Can you not understand

I was not made to bend

To the tides of time

I am not cut from common cloth

And for that I suffer your wroth

Why?

Just because I will not accept

Social uniformity

It is tedious

For me to accept it

Would be grievous

 

Sense and Sensibility

You would have me slaughter

The child inside

Be it Son or Daughter

But I will never sacrifice

The happiness from life

No matter what the rewards are

They would cause naught but strife

 

Sense and Sensibility

Do not pretend

That I do not comprehend

Your benefit and use

I truly do

Yet you would have me

Wear you as a shroud

Fill my sky with naught but clouds

 

This is something that shall not be

I vanquish myself from Sense and Sensibility

 

 

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Yours Truly

Zishaan ‘ZuZu’ Shafi

 

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