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without you
my mind stops thinking, 
my lips stop speaking,
my night are sleepless
without you
my eyes stop dreaming,
my ears stop hearing,
my heart beats in distress…
without you
I feel incomplete, Darling..!

life is beautiful

When you say that life is beautiful
live it well, and spend it well
some more on those days and nights
and listen to the rain
and drift with the clouds
bite a sunset, savor a, sun rising from
the breasts of the earth
say it again
life is so beautiful but .... actually, you ain't seen
nothing yet! 

Not Yet

I broke the symphony of the Echo
When the courts stood in front of me
To question who I am, I was, and who I will be; 
The world wasn't mine anymore
Or perhaps it never was.
I let my eyes daze about
And little by little I saw the sun
Move farther and farther 'til it got dark.
Then little by little I steadied myself, 
Locked my knees and stood tall 
And waited for the moments ahead of me.
Oblivious of my future yet without curiosity
Only knowing that time was not my time
I stood as my life flashed in front of me
I was closer to death than I've ever been.
But is not my time, no, not just yet!

Hills stand together

There is a place i see
When i close my eyes
Where the rivers run free
As they race the summer skies
I see hills that stand together
Around corn stalks in the field
While children play 
Their children games
That only peace can yield
At night i see the many stars
That are grander than the sea
I hear songs of wind and tree
That are whispered in melody
And in this dream i see a path
That i always seem to walk
Where i can open up my thoughts
Give my mind its chance to talk
And every now and then
I find a thirsty soul to feed
Where from my woman's hand
She takes life's water free
As i turn to my side
To see if you are there
I am comforted by the thought
That this life you chose to share
But as the night returns to day
And the sun begins to rise
I am stolen from my dream
Back to a land of sad reprise

Forever

Like stars that fill the darkened skies
My eyes sparkle as you cross my mind
A calming races through my veins
As silently I speak your name
Hopelessly I watch as you drown in pain
Fighting everyday to stay sane
Wanting love in your life to remain
Knowing like this, something must change
The stream of tears you often cry
I'm right here, ready to dry
Doubt that weighs your body down
I hope one day to turn around
The warmness of a true loves touch
Can make your day, give you a rush
Create thoughts to make you blush
Cause you to calm instead of fuss
Holding onto what once was
Drains the life from you it does
Makes you wonder around for miles
You go in circles for quit awhile
To wrap my arms around you tight
I dream of as I sleep at night
Seeking to know where this could go
To finally let my feelings show
Everyday I hear your pleas
Asking why she does this to me
I hope one day you will let go
You deserve so much, I love you so
Your my best friend, I adore so much
Feel the passion as your hand I clutch
I want for us to one day explore
The constant temptation, right now we ignore
For now your friend I will be
Always here whatever your needs
No pressue upon you I will place
To be with you is not a race
Love
waits
forever 

Life is Beautiful ..

You can’t quit until you try
You can’t live until you die
You can’t learn to tell the truth
Until you learn to lie
You can’t breathe until you choke
You gotta laugh when you’re the joke
There’s nothing like a funeral to make you feel alive
Just open your eyes
Just open your eyes
And see that life is beautiful.
Will you swear on your life,
That no one will cry at my funeral?
I know some things that you don’t
I’ve done things that you won’t
There’s nothing like a trailer park to find your way back home
I was waiting for my hearse
What came next was so much worse
It took a funeral to make me feel alive
Just open your eyes
Just open your eyes
And see that life is beautiful.
Will you swear on your life,
That no one will cry at my funeral?
Just open your eyes
Just open your eyes
And see that life is beautiful.
Will you swear on your life,
That no one will cry at my funeral? 

You Can't Break me Down

I will spring the closing trap
And jump the disappearing train
Shaking loose the dust of time
And distortions from my brain
I will dip my legs and toes
In rushing tides of history
And in the shallow lakes and pools
That hide the deeper mystery
I will punch a hole of light
With my tightly-wound brave fist
Through the walls that rise into
The hollows of the gathering mist
I will touch the soft damp soil
That once was witness to my birth
And pour the vials of sacred oil
Upon my father's native earth
I will place a smooth round stone
On my late wife's burial mound
And would be more widely known
Before I'm scattered on the ground
I cannot be long constrained
By mere shyness of the will
It is time for me to write
A self-determined codicil
As the sun touches the east
And the storm clouds lift again
I resolve to speak my truth
With a voice and song unchained.

Is that the Happiness you can give !!

Happiness is that which everyone longs
but so few of us actually get
Happiness is that which rights all wrongs
and leaves us without regret
Why then does happiness torture us so
when all we want is to feel
what happiness does in the lowest of low
when everything just seems too real
Happiness comes to so many of you
you who think it will always be there
Happiness leaves you without the clue
that living without is a nightmare
If happiness could be passed on
would you then give it to me
Will you then cry when it is gone
and realise what it is to feel lonely

Does Happiness depend upon comfort?

The answer is definitely a big, ..........n No!
Happiness lies in not comforts alone!
Happiness is not a static quality of the human mind, body and soul.
All can’t remain happy all the time.
It would be foolishness to wish for a life, filled with happiness alone;
Happiness is more when woes come in-between.
Happiness is just a feeling weird!
Life could become boring and monotonous, when happiness is prolonged.
Even the pauper can be happier than the prince.
Even the beggar smiles and sleeps well, despite much strife.
Happiness is a frame of mind that’s dynamic in nature;
Happiness is a kind of mood of feeling very well;
Happiness is a state of one, when life seems worth living;
Happiness is something strange that varies with time,
Happiness is all within;
Happiness is in giving;
Happiness is in sharing;
Happiness is the ceiling, whatever you fix!
Happiness does not wholly depend on comforts;
Happiness cannot be bought by money;
Happiness is not all luxury;
Happiness is abstract to the core! 

Death

O thou the last fulfillment of life,
Death, my death, come and whisper to me!
Day after day I have kept watch for thee;
for thee have I borne the joys and pangs of life.
All that I am, that I have, that I hope and all my love
have ever flowed towards thee in depth of secrecy.
One final glance from thine eyes
and my life will be ever thine own.
The flowers have been woven
and the garland is ready for the bridegroom.
After the wedding the bride shall leave her home
and meet her lord alone in the solitude of night. 

When ..!!

When I bring to you colored toys, my child,
I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, on water,
and why flowers are painted in tints
when I give colored toys to you, my child.
When I sing to make you dance
I truly now why there is music in leaves,
and why waves send their chorus of voices to the heart of the listening earth
when I sing to make you dance.
When I bring sweet things to your greedy hands
I know why there is honey in the cup of the flowers
and why fruits are secretly filled with sweet juice
when I bring sweet things to your greedy hands.
When I kiss your face to make you smile, my darling,
I surely understand what pleasure streams from the sky in morning light,
and what delight that is that is which the summer breeze brings to my body
when I kiss you to make you smile.

Hateness

i hate the darkness in the night
i hate the shadow of the lies
i hate the mock stars in the light
i hate the love when makes a crime
Hate is
the hateness,
the hateness of blood,
the hateness of disaster,
the hateness of life
blood of soul
Blood of body
blood of survive
stop loving
stop felling
stop forgiveness
hateness is revenge, revenge 

for your soul, for your blood, for your past 

the past of foolishness,
leave the death peoples whispering in your ears,
the ears of truth
the truth of living
the truth of hateness
the last thing the truth of world
make the hope by yourself
make it by your hands
make your destiny and plan for your life, let yourself do every moment of your watch
make your own world
the..
world that you wanted
world of love and emotions,
world of roses and stars
world of life and goodness
make it by you, leave the hateness on the side, be the master of your own life
hate nobody, if you really want to enslave them souls,
Hate no more, Just love them honestly as you can,

Do not search the past too much, You don't live there anymore.

The world will keeps going round

It turns around and around, 
barely making a sound, 
people invisible in the background.
Some people never stop moving, 
they keep on running, never slowing down.
Have we ever stopped to think,
Of those other than us?
The less fortunate?
Do we ever stop to look at the scenery?
Think about those who have barely enough to eat?
The underpaid and over looked?
Lacking the necessities to live,
kids begging in the streets,
stealing to live another day.
The earth spins on an axis,
but the mind functions on another level,
corrupting or helping.
Those who slow down,
Impact others greatly,
Helping those in need.
Have you ever slowed down,
Looked outside of your comfort zone,
Seen how lucky you are?
No matter what happens though,
The world keeps spinning.
It turns around and around,
barely making a sound.
people invisible in the background.

Unconditionally Human

Within our precious habitat I pray
there will be tenderness and more love each day.
However, there is also this to say
our mortal feet,.. while mostly fleet,.. can rest on clay.
We're not celestial beings yet, and so
we cannot help but let emotions flow
to laugh, to cry,.. to let words fly,.. yet always know
That memories are short .. when lovers grow.
For words are only words and it is true
that tears,.. when shared,.. cleanse hearts
like morning dew.
And laughter heals and peels will make us new.
So cherish me and I will cherish you
and love you more because you're human too.

Clarity, which means !!

Where all primal instincts classifies importance in facts and certainty sees clearly true meaning to life. 
for trivial are our lives leaving little time if any to truly see beyond our shallow graves. 
and though we stride anxiously giving it our all we seldom find satisfaction nor true meaning for this gifted existence we take so granted in turn wasting time denying deliverance to free us from the cycle of self agony. 
try putting less resistance though never give in persistence,
and aimlessly escaping what would seem as an impossibility, 
making you one with all and not all with one. 
rapidly finding new clarity 
and needed understanding that all things are relative as actions set off reactions, 
though never to the things beyond the ripples of the waters edge 
they always stay
stronger more than stones,
craving more than rivers, Blooming them grass to fill the horizon
Calming  in clarity.

laugh More,

You may be the butt of others jokes and at you they may scoff
But you can one day prove them wrong all of those who write you off
And though you may never get the credit the credit you are due
That those who laugh last laugh the loudest as ever does seem true, 
Some may dismiss you as a loser as some with their words can be cruel
And some do lack in compassion they find joy in the ridicule
Of those they see as unsuccessful quite devoid of sympathy
They are very shallow people those who lack in empathy
For those life has not been kind to those who on their luck are down
Those who through life have to battle on the poor side of the town, 
Life for some is never easy and of success they do despair
And those who laugh last laugh the loudest that fact with us does remain.

Sorrow of thee

The parable of the fig tree
when its leaves you begin to see
you know that summer it shall be
so likewise begin you to see
that spoken of coming to be
generation of the fig tree
in forty it came to be
the setting out of the fig tree
figs represent the human, you see
time of the fig tree
that generation shall see
sorrow of thee
or destiny to be

Human body

for we are pure spirit
in a human body
testing what souls emit
and what we embody
if ones love's pure and true
or ones soul is shoddy
when this earth age is through
He judges everybody

The School of Love,

Teach me your love so I can be sad
I've been in need for ages for a woman to make me sad
For a women for me to cry in her arms like a sparrow
Teach me your love so I can be sad
I've been in need for ages for a woman to make me sad
For a women for me to cry in her arms like a sparrow
For a woman to gather my pieces like shards of broken crystal
Teach me your love milady my worst habits
Teach me to open my cup at night a thousand times
And test the medecine of perfumes and knock on the door of Iraq
Teach me to leave my house to comb the sidewalks
And follow your face with the rains and in the headlights of cars
And the light of your eyes is millions of stars
Oh woman you made the world dizzy oh my pain
Put your love in me milady cities of sadness
While I did not enter cities of sadness from your heart
I didn't ever know that tears are man
That man without sadness is a memory of a man
Teach me your love so I can behave like a child
So I can draw your face with chalk on the walls
Oh woman you upturned my history and I've been slaughtered by you
From artery to artery
Teach me your love, how can love change the map of time?
Teach me, when I love the Earth will stop turning
Teach me your love, things that were never expected
And I read childrens stories and entered the castles of the kings of the Jinn
And I dreamed that the sultan's daughter would marry me
Her eyes were clearer than the water of the gulfs
Her lips were more crimson than pomegranate blossoms
And I dreamed that I took her like a knight
And I dreamed that I gave her bracelets of pearl and coral
Teach me your love milady oh the delirium
Teach me how to pass the years without the coming of the sultan's daughter
Put your love in me milady cities of sadness
While I did not enter cities of sadness from your heart
I didn't ever know that tears are man
That man without sadness is a memory of a man

Angels

Happenstance, the cry of evolution
All matter just came into existence
Forward progression is its solution
Reoccurrence only happens by chance
Are the laws of the universe constant?
Or do they change like the thoughts of one's mind
Only existing 'til nature's recant
Awaiting some great event to unwind?
Don't the same processes come to repeat?
Then, where are those missing links that once were?
Would not Divine intervention complete
The many variables that occur?
Vanity to believe just happenstance
Believing in Angels is the circumstance

Life train

The train sits at the station, 
waiting for a passenger, 
looking for a destination, 
and will do so with the patience of any saint ... until there is a reason.
What constitutes a reason? 
Is it something to believe in? 
Is it the fact that there is nothing ever proven? 
Then those wheels start their rolling ..
and with each new revolution, 
may come another revelation, 
and it gets just a little closer to where it's headed.
The problem seems to be that no matter
where you lay the track... 
it always has a tendency to bring you right on back
to the place where you began..!

Greatest pain

The Greatest Pain in Life
The greatest pain in life is not to die, but to be ignored
To lose the person you love so 
much to another who doesn't care at all
The greatest pain in life, is not to die, but to be forgotten
When you show someone your innermost thoughts and he laughs in your face
For friends to always be too busy to console you when you need
someone to lift your spirits
When it seems like the only person who cares about you, is you
Life is full of pain, but does it ever get better?
Will people ever care about each other,and make time for those who
are in need?
Each of us has a part to play in this great play we call life
Each of us has a duty to mankind to tell our friends we love them
If you do not care about your friends you will not be punished
You will simply be ignored... forgotten... as you have done to others

Swallowing my anger

Should I be grateful
that you hurt me? 
Carved me back and forth, 
left me in tatters
like Sunday’s roast
untidy on the plate.
Am I supposed 
to clap my hands? 
say I forgive you? 
give me more
swallowing my anger
eating pain
like dessert
behind the beating
of your words? 
Oh! And what about
my fragile heart? 
No one but I, 
without an ounce
of poetic nature, 
no sense of colour 
or design, no poise
no rhyme or rhythm, 
just I, this mound
of self professed
ability with
such a fragile heart, 
would take offence 
when a random stranger
proclaims me dumb
and self deluded.
Not once but twice
as though you know me, 
can judge me from 
a picture
and words you say
you cannot understand.Apology not accepted !!

Why Does Loneliness Weep In Wisdomful Silence

When the sun shows off its yellow teeth
In my eyes full of sleep
I laugh
And tie up all my sufferings in a knot
To put them in my heart's almirah.
When darkness and silence together
Knock on my window
I laugh
And birds resting on my lips
Fly away.
When for the sake of a handful of water
Empty and hypocrite hands
Fill up with prayers
I laugh
And in the rain of my laughter
Dry lakes quench their thirst.
But when in my wisdom filled silence
She does not acknowledge my existence
I laugh
And laughing, Now my heart start crying......! 

Your passion for me

زيديني عِشقاً.. زيديني

Increase your passion for me.

يا أحلى نوباتِ جُنوني

My most beautiful fit of madness.

زيديني غرقاً يا سيِّدتي

Make me drown, oh my lady,

إن البحرَ يناديني

For the sea calls me.

زيديني موتاً..

Make me more dead.

علَّ الموت، إذا يقتلني، يحييني..

Perhaps as death kills me, I can truly live.

و يا أحلى امرأة بين نساء الكون... أحبيني,

And, oh most beautiful woman in the universe, love me!

و يا من أحببتك حتى احترق الحب... أحبيني

I am the one who loved you till the fire burned me, love me!

أن كنت تريدي السكنى أسكنتك في ضوء عيوني

If you allow me, I would love for you to live within my eyes

حُبُّكِ خارطتي.. ما عادت خارطةُ العالمِ تعنيني

Your love is my map, the world's map no longer matters.

أنا أقدمُ عاصمةٍ للحزن

I am the oldest city of sorrow,

وجُرحي نقشٌ فرعوني

And my wounds are as deep as hieroglyphics.

من بغداد.. إلىالصِّينِ وجعي.. يمتدُّ كبقعةِ زيتٍ

My pain has spread, like a flock of doves from Baghdad to China.

عصفورةَ قلبي، نيساني

Oh bird of my heart,

يا رَمل البحرِ،

Oh sand of the beach,

وروح الروحand oh my soul,

ويا غاباتِ الزيتون

Oh forest of olives,

يا طعمَ الثلج، وطعمَ النار..

Oh taste of ice and taste of fire.

ونكهةَ شكي،ويقيني

My doubt, and belief.

أشعُرُ بالخوف من المجهولِ.. فقويني

I tremble from the unknown, so strengthen me.

أشعرُبالخوفِ من الظلماء.. فضُميني

I tremble from the darkness, so hold me.

أشعرُ بالبردِ.. فغطيني

I tremble from the cold, so cover me.

وظلّي قربي... غني لي..

And sit next to me and sing to me.

فأنا من بدءِ التكوينِ

For, since the beginning of creation,

أبحثُ عن وطنٍ لجبيني..

I have searched for a home for my forehead.

عن حُبِّ امرأةيأخذني لحدودِ الشمسِ و يرميني

And a woman's love that takes me to the edge of the sun, and throws me in

نوَّارةَ عُمري، مَروحتي قنديلي، فوح بساتيني

Brightness of my life, my lantern, representation of my vineyard.

مُدّي لي جسراً من رائحةِ الليمونِ..

Make me a bridge with the scent of oranges.

وضعيني مشطاً عاجياً في عُتمةِ شعركِ.. وانسيني

And place me like an ivory comb, in the darkness of your hair, and forget me

من أجلكِ أعتقتُ نسائي

For your sake I freed my women

وتركتُ التاريخَ ورائي

And I left the history behind me

وشطبت شهادة ميلادي

And I canceled my birth Certificate

وقطعت جميع شراييني

And I Cut off all my arteries

Nobody Can Love you Like I

 الصِّبَا وَالجَـمَالُ مُـلْكُ يَدَيْـكِ
أيُّ تَـاجٍ أعَـزُّ مِـنْ تَاجَيْـكِ
Youth and Beauty, met in one,
Are thy kingdom, thine alone;
And was ever crown more fair
Than the crown which thou dost wear?
نَصَبَ الحُسْـنُ عَرْشَـهُ فَسَـألنَا
مَنْ تُـرَاهَا لـَهُ فَـدَلَّ عَلَيْـكِ
Loveliness upon a time
Lifted up a throne sublime:
“Who shall sit thereon?” asked we,
And he pointed, love, to thee.
فَاسْـكُبِي روحَكِ الحَنـونَ عَلَيْهِ
كَانْسِـكَابِ السَمَاءِ فِي عَيْنَيْـكِ
Let thy gentle spirit now
O’er thy kingdom softly flow,
As the cerulean skies
Flow serenely in thine eyes.
كُلَّمَا نَافَـسَ الصِّـبَا بِجَـمَالٍ
عَبْقَـريِّ السَّـنَا نَمَّـاهُ إلَيْـكِ
Whensoever Youth displays
Beauty all in glory’s blaze,
Vaunting wondrous brilliancy,
Youth attributes all to thee
مَـا تَغَنّـى الـهزارُ إلاّ لِيُلْقِـي
زَفـرَاتِ الغَـرَامِ فِـي أُذُنَيْـكِ
Never plangent nightingale
Sang sad music in the dale
But he poured his passionate sighs
In thy ear, to sympathize
سَكِـرَ الرَّوضُ سَكْـرَةً صَرَعَتْهُ
عِنْدَ مَجْرَى العَبِيـر مِنْ نَهـْدَيْكِ
Through the fragrant afternoons
Lo, the prostate garden swoons
With the frankincense expressed
From thy soft and tender breast
قَتَلَ الوَرْدُ نَفْسَـهُ حَسَداً مِنْـكِ
وَألْقَـى دِمَـاهُ فِـي وَجْنَتَيْـكِ
And the rose, that sought in vain
Thy rare beauty to attain,
Slays herself in jealous mood
To suffuse thy cheeks with blood
وَالفَرَاشَـاتُ مَلَّـتِ الـزَّهرُ لَمَّا
حَدَّثَتْـهَا الأنْسَامُ عَنْ شَـفَتَيْكِ
And the amorous butterflies
Now their favourite flowers despise,
Since the warm breeze of the south
Whispered to them of thy mouth
رَفَعُـوا مِنْـكِ للجَمَـالِ إلَـهاً
وَانْحَنَوْا سُجَّـداً عَلَى قَدَمَيْـكِ
Men have raised thy image there
To embody Beauty fair,
And in reverence complete
Fall adoring at thy feet.

Broken caves

Fighting the tears that fight back
Cracking whips of mighty waves
Flashing from drained pipes 
Into Heart broken caves
Fishing the ocean
Catches of the day.... Who knows? 
Memories blooms like White Paint
Should I stay back or take to go
Timidity in my Voice 
Flow from Focal points in my surroundings
She knows it, but who's too say ? 
That she beholds this in clarity
And gives the time of day
That i'm different