Royal Queen

 

Shadows started to hunt the dreams, they hunted them all, and the frogs were live in sadness, when he saw the dream's fall
where the time isn't loyal to no one, and it was the time for the queen to run
In our life, sometimes we will face with some cases... The cases with different people and different faces, We still don't know who will hurt us, our dreams or the hopes we can't faces ?
dreams will bring frog down, yes the hope will bring them down on them knees.
A frog is just a frog you will hear many say... But frogs are so complex in their secretive ways.. 

مالك .. مش باين ليه..

مالك ... مش باين ليه

قلبك تايه من مدة كبيرة
خايف تتكلم ليه ... في عيونك حيرة وحكاوي كتيرة
متغير ياما عن زمان ... قافل علي قلبك البيبان
حبيت وفارقت كم مكان ...عايش جواك
احساسك كل يوم يقل ... وتخطي وخطوتك تذل
من كتر ما أحبطوك تمل ... فين تلقى دواك
بتودع حلم كل يوم ... تستفرد بيك الهموم
وكله كوم والغربة كوم ... والجرح كبير
مابتديش حاجة اهتمام
أهلاً أهلاً ... سلام سلام
بقى طبعك قِلة الكلام ... ومافيش تفسير
داري داري ... يا قلبي مهما تداري
قصاد الناس ... حزننا مكشوف
وأهو عادي عادي

ماحدش في الدنيا دي بيتعلق بشيء
إلا و فُراقه يشوف
كل اللي معاك في الصورة غاب ... وطنك والأهل والصحاب
كم واحد ودع وساب ... من غير أسباب
شايف في عينيك نظرة حنين ... بتحن لمين ولا مين
طول عمرها ماشية السنين ... والناس ركاب
مع دقة عقرب الساعات ... بتموت جوانا ذكريات
عشمنا قلوبنا باللي فات ... ونسينا نعيش
كان مكتوب نمشي الطريق ... و نفارق كل مدى شيء
اتسرق العمر بالبطيء ... ورسي على مافيش
وداري داري ... يا قلبي مهما تداري
قصاد الناس ... حزننا مكشوف
وأهو عادي عادي
ماحدش في الدنيا دي بيتعلق بشيء
إلا و فُراقه يشوف

In the Silence Between Us

When you stand in front of a woman,  

learn to understand what she didn’t say,  

the unspoken words that dance in the air,  

woven in silences, in subtle display.

Her eyes may shimmer with stories untold,  

their depths hold secrets, yet to unfold.  

A flicker of doubt, a shadow of doubt,  

in the quiet, her heart’s whispers shout.

Listen closely to the pause of her breath—  

it's in the stillness, where truths often rest.  

The sighs that brush lightly, the tremors of grace,  

every gesture, a mirror, reflecting her face.

What lies in the silence, in moments that sway,  

is a rich tapestry woven with care,  

not demands or desires laid bare for the day,  

but a yearning, a hope that lingers in air.

So when you stand in that sacred space,  

let your heart be a lantern, your soul, a safe place.  

For what isn't spoken can often resound,  

an echo of wisdom where love can be found.

Give yourself a chance

 In the quiet of doubt, where shadows prance,  

Whisper gently to yourself, "Give yourself a chance."  

Let the ink flow freely, spill your dreams on the page,  

For within every stumble, you’ll find wisdom, a sage.  

In the depths of the night, when hope seems to fade,  

Listen closely to the heartbeat—your truth is made.  

With every stroke of courage, let worries dismantle,  

Each moment a treasure, a flicker, a candle.  

So rise, dear seeker, let your spirit dance,  

In the mess of the journey, give yourself a chance.

Searching for life .. 002

In shadows deep, where dreams take flight,  

I wander through the endless night.  

With whispered hopes, my heart takes shape,  

Searching for my life—no room for escape.  

Each step I take, a path unknown,  

Through winding roads, I've moved alone.  

Yet in the dark, a flicker glows,  

A spark within me softly grows.  

The mountains high and valleys low,  

A tapestry of joy and woe.  

I sift through moments, lost and found,  

In every heartbeat, life surrounds.  

With every breath, I find a clue,  

A mirrored glimpse of something true.  

For in the struggle, there lies the art,  

In searching for my life, I find my heart.  

So onward still, through storm and sun,  

My journey swells, I won’t outrun.  

With open arms, I greet the strife,  

For every twist brings forth my life.  

Blind achievement

In another thousand lives, I’ll wait for you,  

Where shadows whisper secrets of a sky so blue.  

Through silent halls of memory, we drift apart,  

Each echo rings with longing, a bittersweet art.  

The ticking clock reminds me of dreams deferred,  

In starlit nights, I listen for your unheard word.  

But fate weaves its tapestry, threads frayed and torn,  

In every fleeting moment, a soft heart is worn.  

So, in each of those lifetimes, I’ll search the seas,  

Seeking the soft breath of your warmth in the breeze.  

And though time may shatter the dreams we once knew,  

In another thousand lives, I’ll still wait for you.  

you're always my new beginning

In shadows where the echoes dwell,  

The end wasn’t always for a new beginning,  

Whispers of old dreams in the silence swell,  

Fading like stars before the dawn's spinning.  

Each farewell, a thread in the fabric of night,  

Worn edges of stories that linger and weave,  

Not every close brings a jubilant light,  

Some endings hold secrets, in heartbeats, believe.  

Yet in the stillness, amid the quiet sigh,  

A promise of change in the softest refrain,  

For though the horizon may darken the sky,  

From endings, we gather to rise once again.  

when fools role

In a world where wisdom whispers soft,  

And truth often hovers just out of sight,  ٠

The fools take the stage, their egos aloft,  

Dancing in shadows, basking in light.  

With masks made of laughter, they play their part,  

Each line a façade, each gesture a jest,  

In roles that they wear like a shield for their heart,  

They leap and they tumble, oblivious to rest.  

When fools play the king, the crown's full of rust,  

Their scepters are crooked, their thrones made of clay,  

Yet in their grand folly, there’s something to trust—  

They challenge the norms, in their own quirky way.  

And the jester, so wise, with a heart full of grace,  

Cracks jokes about life, while reflecting the truth,  

For in every stumble, in every misplaced chase,  

Lies a fleeting moment, a glimpse of our youth

Pain

In shadows cast by fleeting days,  

Time doesn’t heal, it simply stays.  

It teaches us to walk with sorrow,  

To find our strength for a brighter tomorrow.  

We carry wounds, both deep and real,  

Yet learn to dance, despite the zeal.  

With every ache, we find our way,  

Living with pain, we greet each day.  

Roses of sorrow

If you had a rose for every sorrow,  

You'd have to pick a whole field,  

Petals whispering tales of tomorrow,  

In hues of pain, love, and yield.  

Each thorn a memory, sharp and true,  

In gardens where shadows gently creep,  

A bloom for each heartache, every rue,  

In the soil of secrets buried deep.  

Yet amidst the thorns, beauty grows,  

A tapestry of vibrant grace,  

For in our sorrow, wisdom flows,  

A dance of light, a tender embrace.  

So gather the roses, one by one,  

In their fragrance, find hope, and run.  

Everything is temporary

Everything is temporary, like whispers in the breeze,  

A fleeting sigh of daylight, as shadows kiss the trees.  

Moments dance like fireflies, in twilight's soft embrace,  

They flicker bright for just a while, then vanish without trace.  

Cherish all the laughter, and hold on to the tears,  

For every joy contains a hint of all our hidden fears.  

In every sigh of sorrow, there's a lesson we can glean,  

That life is but a river, flowing through the unseen.  

Embrace the ebb and flow, like tides upon the shore,  

For everything is temporary, yet rich in every core.  

So love with all your spirit, and dare to let it show,  

In the fleeting, find the beauty, in the moment, let it glow.