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I wonder

Inspiration for the poem:

Having experienced the Pinnacle of my physical fitness, fate decides to take me down a different path. I have never felt even close to it ever since and that pains my heart. This pain overflows onto the paper in this poem.

Yet again as night falls and the world is in deep slumber,

I lay on my bed wide awake and I wonder.

Will I ever be normal? Will I ever run?

Will people ever call me to join them in the fun?

For 14 long years I have worked and now I’m tired,

many dreams I had which have now expired.

All night long I wonder and I wonder,

till the sun rose to tell me it’s a new day.

So I bow my head down and I pray.

~ Mo’iz Qutbi.

Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.
— Oscar Wilde.

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I Fly

Intro: When you are meant to fly but the corporate world ties you down,
all you wish for is the opportunity to spread your wings and explore the vastness of the skies.

Confined to a chair all day,
stuck in the hullabaloo of the pursuit of a career,
I come home every evening and I spread my wings,
armed with the mighty pen
I spread my wings and I fly away.
Up in the clouds, over the city, I look dwn at the beautiful dark bay.
It invites me to stop by and talk about my day,
Oh! How I would like to swoop down but I am pulled back up by the clouds.
The winds murmur a sweet song in my ears that sweeter than any symphony sounds.
I then fly over the bright city lights that drive away the darkness.
All through the night, I continue my flight.
Dawn breaks and the birds join me in the skies,
they tweet a sweet hello and sent me their goodbyes.
I then write about how the golden sun rises above the vast blue seas,
to be alive and kicking is such a beautiful gift.
Sometimes, to fly all you need is your mind.

~Mo’iz Qutbi.

Childhood Love

Intro: School is where our first crush starts, for some it is such a strong feeling that it turns into love. An innocent sweet feeling where all you want is to be with them. I too had such a story here it goes..
We have always heard stories of love that are vivid and intense.
My first love story started, I did not know what love meant then.
For I must have been only nine or ten,
an angel in my grade floated towards me to ask if I could lend her my pen… Little did she know that not only did she borrow my pen but also stole my heart.
For long I had tried to gather the courage and speak to her,
But neither did I know what to say nor where to start.
I would silently wish that our teacher made us sit nearer which would get us talking .. I did not know what love meant but all I wanted then was to be with her.. I could see her in my thoughts and my dreams… Her laughter made me smile silly.
Perhaps our childhood love can be called the most innocent love.
When all I wanted was to be with her
~ Mo’iz Qutbi

Hold on my Friend

Intro: When the world come crashing down and nothing seems to make sense, put your faith in the One above and let Him bring you back on your feet.

When you feel it’s just a mild fever,
Something you’ve been through a thousand times.
But, the symptoms are a bit different,
things you can’t comprehend.
Why does lifting your hand take all the strength in your body?
None of the experts are helping you out of this misery.
That is when you start losing faith,
but hold on there my friend.
God has a plan for you,
this is not the end.
Step by step you will come out of this to run like the wind again.
Have faith my friend,
for the sun will shine after the rain.

~Mo’iz Qutbi

The Rains & the Feels

Intro: When there is a sudden downpour of heavy rain, do you run for shelter or do you seize the moment to enjoy the lovely showers from above? As children, we do not bother the wet clothes, we live in the moment and enjoy ourselves even in the Rains. But as time passes and we grow up, somewhere that child gets pushed away…

I sense a change in the winds,

Looks like things are going to get beautiful.

Ah there it is! Starts off with a drop and two,

Thunder does not want to miss out on the party and it roars from above.

Soon we can see puddles and tiny streams everywhere.

The children jumping with joy free of any burdens or care.

Their paper boats did sail along the streams, while you could hear their cheers and playful screams.

Why do we lose our inner child when we grow old?

Wish there was a time machine to take me back to when I was free and bold.

Wish I could be someone else.

Wish I could be seen…

~Mo’iz Qutbi

Courage my Friend

Intro : When you are face to face with your worst fears and there’s nobody around to help you, That is when you need to search within. For that tiny ball of Courage that can make you do wonders. All you need to do is believe in it

Oh courage where have you been?

Nowhere to be found,
Nor could you be seen…
Remember the first time you held my hand years ago as I hesitated to jump into the pool.
You convinced me that it was something I had to do.
All these years you have been over my shoulder to help me and give advice when I was scared or was thinking twice..
Then again you were holding my hand,
When against my bullies I had to take a stand.
Guided me to stop them from insulting and mocking me.
But when I was in pain and the world crashing  came.
All the specialists seemed to give up on me.
I yearned for your gentle voice,
To help me and guide me.
And then from one corner, with a mighty roar you came,
"Mo'iz the docs may have given up, but don't you do the same!"

~Mo’iz Qutbi

Twisted Words

Intro: When you have confided in someone, putting your trust in them.

But, find out that they have twisted your words and spread rumours. It hurts and angers you but you have to learn and move on….

When every word you speak,
Is with the motive to teach.
The listener something new
Something in your head,
Something known by very few.
Then you hear your words being twisted and moulded out of shape.
And given to others like lies filled drapes
Making those people despise you.
That is when it hurts.
Hurts when even your trusted ones have against you turned.
Make sure your words are crisp and clear,
Making the listener fall in love with what they hear…

~Mo’iz Qutbi

A Hot Cup of Coffee

Inspiration for the poem:

When you are served a Hot Cup of coffee and are waiting for it to be cool enough to sip on it, your mind races. It makes you relive memories and you become nostalgic.

As evening arrives and the world starts to shake off its afternoon slumber,
Nothing else can do do the job of a Hot cup of coffee better.
When in front of you, the coffee is served,

The nostalgic aroma takes you to another world.

A world that exists in your past.
The world you longingly seek.
And wish it had not gone by so fast.
Seems like only yesterday, when at this time
Friends would gather to play.
Evenings would go well into the night.
As our games would continue even under the streetlight.
Now it’s just me and my Hot cup of Coffee.
Why did we grow up and enter this strange world?
One where you can only do what the authority wishes,

and as you are told.
Oh how the mind runs over a Hot cup of Coffee.

~Mo’iz Qutbi