"Fear serves only to deprive you, Of what is rightfully Yours, Blinded, blinkered, victimised, By ones own shadowed thoughts..."
Pride will be the end of me, Sent to be the death of me. Pride was never meant for me Yet resentfully, For centuries, The price has been the end of me.
I like to write from different angles. Differing angers, Differ in standards.
I have found a way to find you, To have you by my side. I have found the way my eyes do, And now I have you here tonight. I know now how to hold you, With no you or us in sight.
I Am the time I spent with you, The time I laid my eyes; On what would be the trance, That makes me feel alive. I seldom sleep, And often dream. I think of little less, Everyday I miss you more.
I wish to touch you, Caress you, Live within your eyes. I wish I could wrap my arms, Around your entire life. I wish I could come home to you, And sink in your embrace.
Thank you all for your support and 'likes'; I shall keep you in my thoughts and write...X.
Battle Rap It's Personal.
I dont know why I feel, The way I feel I do, I don't know what is wrong with me, Or why I feel so blue. I don't know what to see. I dont know my belief.
Being weak is human, Being bleak a source for dreams. Being limited in my senses, Makes me cynical; Taught to please.
Silence is whats left. Where violence leaves the bled; In tortured zones, In thoughts alone, No signs left to be read. Just expressions left on faces, Where nothing need be said.
We're not 'P***s' in England. Borders are manufactured. We're Indians cos England, Made Pak from all the factions. Fractured. Land, Lives, Dreams, Jewels. Snatched em.
I write deeper when I smoke. Like I reach within for hope, Take two dimensions worlds apart, As I breathe through every toke. I don't need to fell a foe, Cos I seize; then fell a flow.
The goods in life, Like Opuss, Are Free..
"Love is seen as a weakness, In a time where there is no, Kindness in strength. I look above to find believers, And leave behind what was said.
My artillery is ink. My army, Taught; So every time I 'think', I let my minds tsunami, Talk. Subah Sadiq Khan.
Time is of the essence; My presence, It's lesson's, Lessened as I breathe. 'Cos left to right, I'm left to write, Of weapons that deafen as I speak. Subah Sadiq Khan.
Why is it that my silence, Screams a scream only I can hear. My voice a distant memory, Still shouting in my ear. Why is it that i speak, In thoughts and to myself alone.
Why can't I write no more. Why can't I sit in the dark, Extract a righteous four. If its my mind, I'm sure, I can't, Fight this war, I've got a sight that warps, And makes what live a corpse.
"The restless lie, In open eyes, Winds whisper, Bittersweet; Memories, That softly breathe, A lifetime in a beat" Subah Sadiq Khan.
"I am yet to find a more honest friend, Than the listener that speaks from the tip of my pen...".
I am the voice that speaks on Your behalf, The eyes that see for You.
"Fear will only deprive you, Of what is rightfully yours. Blinded, blinkered, victimised, By ones own shadowed thoughts".
"I sit in darkness when in times, I'm lost running through my mind, Got a son in whom my life.. Is where it lives and where it dies.