crowds

somehow I still keep searching for you in crowds unknown
hoping for a glimpse, craving a look back...

What if I die?

What if I die? (by Ahmad Babar):
As I walk down this road
I wonder what would happen if I die?
Will anyone remember me?
Will anyone even cry?
How will I be remembered?
How will they take my name?
Will I be praised?
Or will I be deprived of the dead man's fame?
So what will happen?
What will happen if I die?
Will I end up in Hell?
Or towards Heaven my soul will fly?
I wonder about these questions
I am amazed at my life
I don't know what to do now
I just sit playing with the knife
What will happen if I live?
Or would it be different if I die?
Will they miss me?
Or will they jump with joy?
Will I be given a proper funeral?
Or to the vultures I will be fed?
Will they come pay their respects?
Or will I be left on a thorny bed?
Answers I don't want
To these queries
All I really want
Is to leave behind some pleasant memories
But there's one thing that I want
That when I actually die
I want you there by my side
And I want to hear from you my final lullaby

Wrong set of arms

20-02-2012
Wrong set of arms (by Ahmad Babar):
And when you'll find yourself lying alone at night
You'll remember how I made your life so bright
And when you'll wake up in the wrong set of arms
You'll remember how I filled your life with warmth
Then you'll wonder why you let go
Why you quit before the end of the show
You'll come searching for me
But I'll be no where to see
I would've moved on from you & me
Far, far away into the deep, deep sea
Don't call out my name, I won't answer back
It took too long to mend this heartache
Shed a tear though, for that which you lost
Shed a tear for me, for us, for you & me
Go back to your decision, go back to his arms
Leave me to my sea, leave me with my qualms

Parody of James Blunt's You're Beautiful

wrote this back in 2007...

You are Beautiful – Parody (by Ahmad Babar):

My life is screwed

There’s no cure

I am a loser

Of that I am sure

I saw you on a subway

You were trying to open a can

I had no hope

And I don’t have a plan

You are beautiful, you are beautiful

You are beautiful, it’s true

I saw your face

In a crowded place

I had to run off to the loo

To do number two

She saw my open fly

As I walked on by

She could see from my face

That I was about to cry

And I am too embarrassed to see her again

And I am praying for all of this to end

You are beautiful, you are beautiful

You are beautiful, it’s true

I saw your face

In a crowded place

I had to run off to the loo

To do number two

Lala la la, lala la la laaa

You are beautiful, you are beautiful

You are beautiful, it’s true

There must be a devil

With a cunning face

And I again had to run to the loo

But it’s time to face the truth

I love to do number two

Moments

03-02-2012
Moments (by Ahmad Babar)
I've all of the answers
just ask the right questions
I've tears waiting to flow
waiting for the right emotions
This rainy night doesn't feel the same
Like it did with you
My soul is so weightless now
It keeps dying without you
Some moments last forever
I keep searching for them
Moments of truth & bliss
From which love stems
Hold my hand as I stumble
For I'll stumble for sure
I don't want another fall
For falls feel so sore
My body is bruised enough
And heart is torn beyond repair
But maybe you have that solution
That I couldn't find anywhere
So I'll wait for as long as it takes
To find those moments that I crave
Save me from this sea of pain
Before it swallows me wave by wave