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.