Shout out to the friend who makes your life better
Who helps you out when you are in need and makes you happier
Shout out to the friend who may now be just an acquaintance
The period of friendship was brief but filled with brilliance
Shout out to the seasonal friend who calls you only when they need you
At least they remembered that they can always count on you
Shout out to the friend who gives good advice
Who helped you avoid mistakes and shun your vices
Shout out to the friend who was your competition
Made you realize your potential had no limitation
Shout out to that painfully honest friend,
Who never sugarcoats things and numerous times offend
Shout out to the friend who is the life of the party
Count on them to know when, where and the minute THE event is happening
Shout out to that funny friend who goes the extra mile
Who, after a tough day, still manages to make you smile
Shout out to the friend who is a great listener
Who listens to you vent, rant and complain like a big whiner
Shout out to the perennial friend who’s been around for an eternity
Who reminds you about events of YOUR life that you had forgotten
Shout out to the athletic friend, the talented friend, the smart friend
The witty friend, the friend who always wears the nicest clothes,
The quiet friend, the sarcastic friend, the religious friend, the long-distance friend
Shout out to all of them because they are part of who you are today

I've always wondered what was Life's purpose

Certainly it should mean more than to be born, die and decompose

Is it left to me to determine how my life goes?

Set up daily, weekly, monthly, yearly objectives and goals?

To navigate expertly the course of life to avoid the lows and the foes?

Should I subscribe to the idea of faith/fate like most?

Or is it more a case of 'you reaping what you sow?'

Everyone is unique so each path must be different I suppose

But is it fair for one person to have enough to brag and boast?

While someone else toils hard and can't even afford bread toast?

What if I had been born in Barbados?

Would I be surfing everyday enough to be a pro?

Allhamdulillah instead of Hallelujah, if I were born in Pakistan I suppose

What is Life's Purpose?

I can speculate, but truly only God knows.

I wake up, its morning, the window pails are covered with frost,
I look up, it’s Monday, I ask myself why I feel so lost,
I settle on the fact that it’s my passion to always come first
I sigh, shake my head and ask what success costs
It wasn’t easy; diligence, hardwork and discipline: is all these a must?

I wake up, its Tuesday, had the same question I had yesterday,
Must I always have a singleness of purpose, a goal every day?
Yes, came the reply, yes and please my son don’t you go astray
Patience is a virtue, needed amidst a world of delay
11 pm, on my bed I lay, with a tiny bit of dismay

I wake up; it’s the 3rd day of the week
I’m still searching, although I know not what I seek
All I know is life should be more than a clock going tick tock tick
‘What I wanted’ was an obsessive mission making me sick
Many answers to my question, why couldn’t I pick?

Thursday it is, vibrant I am, this day will be the best
I feel I have enough strength to withstand any test
I walk head high, everywhere; chin up, with a protruded chest
At the end of the day, I’m back on my bed, my safe haven, my bird’s nest
All the while, while I drift off to sleep, I ask ‘was all my enthusiasm just fake zest?”

It’s Friday, the end of a tough week, opening of the weekend
I’m happy, it’s a chance to relax, time to straighten out the bends
Your laughter, your smile, your everything, I think it’s all pretence
I’m a pessimist some say. Sorry that wasn’t my intent
Friday rolls away, still not a day well spent!

9am. Its Saturday, wow, 5 days gone with the wind
Today will be special, yes I am quite determined
Hour goes after hour, and yet again I have sinned
The sin of expecting too much; this life what does it even mean?
I sleep when all mankind goes to sleep, just like my next of kin.

Sunday, the day God rested from all HIS toil
A day of blessing surely, free of all turmoil
I go about my business, my work on this Earth soil
It’s an ok day I conclude, life is like an aluminum foil
Use it in the right way, or be sure your food will spoil

So in retrospect, I sigh and I look back
7 days of the weeks, all gone, all looks dark
Everyone rushing to ‘God-knows-where’, just following the pack
No one question the destination of the race, wow, all have missed the mark

So today on a great journey I embark
I called today the 8th day, I’m getting rid of all this slack
I look to God, I ask him to please get me back on track
Tired of all this wandering, my fear of attack
I’ll take on each day, with renewed vigor, like how I feel after eating a good snack
Away with all the questions, I thank God I’m back.