OR

Now that the tears in my eyes seem to have dried
and the pain that love caused 
is almost out of the way
Will i be able to get up and start my life afresh..!
OR will i still cry from the tears which in my heart stay...!
Will i manage to stay strong
if in front of me the story is repeated? 
OR will i break down & shatter to pieces & let my life get affected....!
If i see his name somewhere or hear of him
will i take it in my stride.....!
OR will i drift into the past, stay alone & from the world hide......! 
Though i certainly hope to be strong
and make life a beautiful place to stay
i really wonder if things get really bad
would i face them all
OR would i turn and run away..!

Will i side it before .. Mistrust makes life difficult. Trust makes it risky.

So there are two important lessons to learn

1. Never be so much happy because you have something new, either never be sad because you lost something, life will keep going with or without you.

2. Two of the hardest tests in life, The patient to wait for the right moment and the courage to accept that you've waited for nothing.

Now be nice

OR

Just walk away

Beauty

Beauty is the sensation of your heart skipping a beat, 
when eyes full of mischief glance at you...
Beauty is the smile which appears on your lips, when you think of the way he smiles at you...
Beauty is in the heart which touches another
Beauty is tender hands holding each other
Beauty is strong arms holding you warm
Beauty is in water, beauty is in weather, 
beauty is in air, beauty is in life
Beauty is in love, beauty is in wind...
Beauty surrounds you days and nights
yet no one knows beauty's heights

When love is dead

When love is dead
You move to separate beds.
You try to be polite
And ignore every slight.
When love is dead
You just nod your head, 
Without paying attention
To what your partner mentions.
When love is dead
Although you share bread, 
And live under the same roof
You do your best to remain aloof.
When love is dead 
it becomes easy to shed, 
any kind of pretence
as now it makes no sense.
When love is dead
A lot is left unsaid,

What if ,,,,2

What if I couldn't see? 
I wouldn't know how to be.
What if I couldn't walk? 
I wouldn't be able to go to the park.
What if I couldn't smell? 
I wouldn't know early monsoon shower smell.
What if I couldn't feel? 
I wouldn't even know how to heal.
What if I couldn't taste? 
All the gourmet food would go to waste.
What if I couldn't touch? 
I wouldn't know love as such.
What if I couldn't cry? 
I wouldn't be able to let go of grief even if I try.
What if I couldn't smile? 
I wouldn't be able to feel light even for a while.
I can do all of these things
Lord, it’s a blessing.
These are the gifts. We realize when we are unfit.
I have really no clue, How the less privileged do.
I guess with courage and acceptance they go on with grace

Life is not fair,

Life is not fair, So it is futile to compare. 
Grass always seems greener on the other side, 
Who knows what skeletons in their cupboard people hide? 
That couple who seem to be made for each other, 
In privacy, for all you know may not be talking to one another.
The man who seems to have achieved all his goals, 
Might be waging wars in the silent chambers of his soul. 
A woman may hide her tears behind her make up and smile, 
As she doesn't want to appear cynical and senile. 
We all have to play the cards we have been dealt with, 
And try to remain calm and not seethe. 
Every hardship is an opportunity to grow, 
So keep on moving even if you feel low. 
I hold silent conversations with God, 
And ask “what lessons am I supposed to learn lord? 
If in silence you listen to your inner voice, 
You will be able to maintain your poise. 
Don’t lose hope, at times that’s all you have.
Take one day at a time and be brave. 
Acceptance, surrender gives a lot of peace, 
Lighten your burden and help one to move with ease. 

What in Your Right Mind is the Heart Thinking?

To write poetry of a different kind sometimes deserves a calm and
Soothing mind patiently waiting for the heart to find what it
Desires just at the right time the mind never knows what words to
Rhyme until the heart knows what to say on each and every line
To deepen the passion the person has so greatly intertwined
Inside the heart and mind trying to decide which one should be left
Behind-the heart or the mind-and which one should be used more
Frequently for the words the person chooses to say what is on the
Heart or on the mind.
To some people it sounds peculiar to say what is on the mind
Before what is on the heart since poetry is usually stimulated from a
Passion the mind can only think about expressing but can not feel
Fulfilled until the heart is appealing the busy mind with the words
It must try to rhyme to give poetry the most wonderful flowing time. 

Unite

To be apart of a family like mine 
Is so divine 
Where love is shown, hurt is shared 
Our love for each other is never impaired 
We talk 
We laugh
We cry
but we are a family and we do it all together
For as a family we do it all as one
You hurt one you hurt all
And as a family unit we will all stand tall
for we are family
A family full of strength
A family full of love
A family no one can touch
That's why I love my family so much.
Unite.

Peace

Who has the most toys
Who plays the game
Try to get what they got; And it's all in vain.
'They' don't like 'Them'
Because the colour of their skin
Keep 'Those People' out; Let 'These People' in.
While the humans were fighting each other; The enemy came in.
You ask someone's opinion,
And if their opinion you don't like; You protest against them,
Try to bring them down; Try to force your opinion as right.
While the humans were fighting each other;
The enemy came in.
You don't like 'Those People' because…
You really don't know why;
You're just doing what you were taught,
Now you're teaching your children the lie.
It's not fair; And sing 'We Shall Overcome.' But,Who shall overcome; When you're killing each other off ?
Humans come together, When there's a tragedy
Say, 'Let's pull together and be strong.'Then time pass, 
Humans forget about love; And go back to picking the bone.
'They' say it's 'Them' 'He' said it's 'Him.'
And pride stood up strong; No one wanted to say I'm sorry.
No one wanted to forgive.
And while the humans were fighting each other; The enemy came in. He says, 'I have the solution.'
They say, 'Our solution is best.'
Humans won't unite, Struggling for power; Failing the love your neighbour tests.
What is the hope, and the solution; For our world today?
Let's all turn back to the Lord; And He will direct our way.
Get back to moral standards, Repent, trust in God
And all you should know that, You can't separate peace from freedom because no one can be at peace unless he has his freedom.

To you my Mother

A mother's love is consistent 
and patient, it will never fade. 
A mother's love is warm and 
compassionate, even in the 
shade. A mother's love will 
always help you through the 
weakest hours. A mother's love 
is always like a bouquet of 
flowers. A mother's love is 
strong and will never steer 
you wrong. A true mother's 
love is beautiful in many ways. 
A true mother's love is sincere 
and it takes a mother's love to 
conquer our fears. A true mother's 
love knows the depth of love. A 
true mother's love is contentment, 
just like God's love. My mother's 
love is absolutely all of the above.

Mother

Besides God, you are closest to me
And the best gifted mother that live
You stood up to the responsibility
Of being God's Earthly representative
You were never ignorant to your duty
Or stop loving me in any way
The choice was yours directly
Of wanting to be a mother some day.
In life you stand out amongest society
With affection, inspiration and love
Your soul has been blessed so wisely
Truly, you are a special from above 

Who has sacrificed

She may not have had a baby, or been a wife.
Or, been able to birth, her husband's baby to life.
She is not bitter, at the absence of this blessing,
Faithful to others, her love is caressing.
Khaled, Mona and Shaker,
many others have come in their cycle.
When one day, she will grow old,
Love returned to her, will be pure as gold.
When the roll call, at last is given,
The reward, handed out in heaven,
Who is a mother? Let the bells toll!
She, who has sacrificed, and given her love. 

Rise again

Silence, evaporates the mild night tender responses, 
gather spirits of stars.
Penetrating echoes, fill the air .. early rising stratospheres, 
condensed into emotional navigation.
Eyes holding transparent eclipses, find moments of capture ever changing, how far we see across thresholds, of free thought.
Evolving in essence, we trial our own existence tumbling, with the touch of a hand reaching further for bravery, understanding fragility.
Soft melodies, play hypnotic infusion transpiring broken language
rains of doubt, never flood, a deep residing Seas.
Swaying sweetly, breezes sweep across, our changing lives condensing each hour, 
we spoke in refined destinations our shadow, followed moving tides.
Diving, without isolation a river flowing, intertwined broken barriers, minutes waiting ..
Waiting sheltering beneath rains of uncertainty, why.. why we strive to rise again. 

A melody of changing postures.

They assembled themselves like chairs, like a rounded set of stairs they're twisting drama pulling and choking on breaths of confusing spaces.
Lights chimed in the thin glow of night paralyzing any ability to leave
sounds reached in silence needed no words.
So many times before they had found this place the spaces found when there's nowhere to go
each sentence finding fondness to begin again.
The walls assembled around them as shifting tides moving in and out but their hearts, bathed in each others glimpse held together, the pieces of a forgotten season.
Living through a bronze reflection as leaves turn to gold and winter grows fond, of a withered heart
their world of soaring stars gazed back upon them
then broke them apart into small specks of dust to find a way back through the winds which evoked, a melody of changing postures.

To be with you.

Whatever I do, 
Reminds me of you.
My heart pounds with yours.
I listen to my heart, 
Guess it tells me what? 
My heart pounds with yours.
It tells me to do, 
What my soul tells me to.
My heart pounds with yours.
All I have is you, 
A friend so true.
My heart pounds with yours.
All I want to do, 
Is to be with you.

This can't be earth

no foes 
no poison in my plate 
no day dreaming
no yearning 
no need to fear my fate 
no plagues
no sickness to guide me to my grave 
no tyrants 
no homicidal kings....
no .. oh no, this can't be earth 

Moving on

Moving on
Means moving up
Learning to love
Is learning to trust
Opening your heart
Opens the soul
All these things
Make someone whole
Life’s lessons
May be hard to learn
But in the long run
What you gain outweighs what you lost

Store of life

I breathe
But there is no life
I speak
But no one is there to hear
I am dying
A little each day
For the reason to live
Is no longer in my heart
Life's expectations
Are nowhere to been found
Gave it my all
Got nothing back
Maybe it time to checkout
Before the store of life closes
For another day of today
Is not worth the wait

Sleep tight

there's two deeply different way of to feel sick
when your heart is hitted by greed
this grow fast like a bad seed
when your heart is flashed by Love
You bring other's around on a glove
when one heart is bited by greed
is who has around then turn to dead
when one heart is touched by Love
around we feel a healing fly of a dove
only Love let You sleep tight
the sleep of the right

Inceptions

It's the only way to get away from this lonely world,
I make my own place where I can go,
A place that I travel to every time I close my eyes,
I drift away,
On a cloud,
Of into my dreams I go,
I stay there as long as possible,
Or until I hear the sound,
Of my alarm clock,
For then to my great disparity
I have to come calmly back here to earth,
To face the horrible things of the day,
With a longing in my heart to go back to the friendly place,
But I know when the sun goes down,
I'll float back up,
High in the sky,
To greet my world,
The knowing is what gets me through my day,
The knowing that greets me at the night,
Sleep.

What is the main responsible for love..!

Deep within my heart of hearts,
I say a prayer for you.
I ask my God above to protect and bring,
All the happiness I have received from you.
I've asked Him to protect you,
From any danger or harm.
And that He would give you all I'd gotten,
When you held me in your loving arms.
I know that we're no longer together,
But your loving memory still lives in my heart of hearts.
That's where I choose to keep it
And have... from the very start.
I'll keep it there in hopes one day,
That you'll soon return.
Where I can give you all MY love,
From all of your loving sweetness learned.
but I’m still wonder ..
What is the main responsible for love ... The heart or the eye or otherwise
I'm sure that the splendour’s top when you smile ..
and thousand of tears in your eyes,
and patience's top when you keep silent,
and you have a hurt talks in your heart,
and the pain's top to get hurt from who you love
and the love's top to love who has hurt you.  
And the love's the most is to love entirely with your soul

You Will reap what you sow

You Will reap what you sow 
Media leads us to see beyond utopia
but its not more than illusion and hysteria
their sentences are nothing more than lies
but why do we keep buying their lines?
is it because we keep running away from the truth and losing our belief ?
or we just want to find the comfort in pain to make us feel relieved.
A little boy watching television
'Batteries not included' influences his decision
On his new G.I. Joes
The T.V. he is staring at should be one of his greatest foes
'Oh that, that's not cool anymore.'
Because the man in the box said moments before
Lets shell out our money to mass corporations
Before we even think about it, we are set in animation
'I'm so ugly. I'm too fat! '
There's nothing wrong with her; why would she say that?
The flickering, bright box is full of ladies with perfect elegance
But examine them more closely; some are not worth the glamorous romance
The media is our slave and master
Pulling us with much rave and faster
It is mind control, no subliminal messages involved
Just hearing it broadly and the problem is solved 
I really have little regard for most media; for they are parasites, who prosper at the cost of the misery and despair of others

The Media

I stare at the television news....
Assaulted by violence
Stunned by the inhumanity of a Godless society.
I listen to the radio....
Embarrassed by ads that tout promiscuous pleasures
Outraged by the thinly disguised, decadent discourses of the shock jocks.
I read the newspapers and magazines....
Cuckolded by corporate America
A loser in the games politicians play
Violated, shamed, cheated, and betrayed I try to turn it all off
But like a bitter pill, the distasteful images linger
Nor can I go along with eyes shut and ears muffled
Living (or not) in a padded room of my own making
I cannot function without information
Though my senses are wounded by the brutality of the media.
I crave thoughts that might ease my distress....
Like a mother’s soft whispers to her crying baby
Like the beauty that shines from faces that know love.
I don’t want the reality that the media rapes me with
I want the reality that God promises in his Word! 
 You believe everything you’re told;
None of your thoughts are actually your own.
Your imagination has become decayed,
as the beast leaves you in disarray.
Good friend, I hate to break it to you,
but you’ve become a simple tomfool.
You mindlessly follow the pack
with others who don’t have your back. 
Media leads us to see beyond utopia
but its not more than illusion and hysteria
their sentences are nothing more than lies
but why do we keep buying their lines?
is it because we keep running away from the truth and losing our belief ?
or we just want to find the comfort in pain to make us feel relieved

Just be kind

I don’t want to Cry
What may come my Way?
I shall not sway
Face difficulties Anyway
Fight with all the Might
Make the life nice and Bright
Problems will keep coming
Shall solve them
Without Failing
I’ll keep my Promise
With all the Sweetness
Without any Bitterness

What is politics?

I do not know
What is politics?
To me it seems to be
Poly tricks
Played by people
Involved in multiple
Gimmicks
Called as leaders
Telling lies
Fooling people
Is their passion
Their sole goal
Is Power
However it may come
By hook or by crook
Africans or Europeans
Situation is the same

Within the confines of the mind

There's a war being waged within the heart of man.
Adam's first sin against God's master plan.
The aged old classic of good versus evil,

This Duality I fight within my soul.

But what decides what is Angel’s Ballad,

 And what is Devil’s Song?

One man's right is another man's wrong!!
The silent war wages dusk to dawn,

All participate whether the queen or the pawn!.

The battle is real and you have to take a side,

On your decision does the result ride.
There are those true saints who follow the Master's plan,
Then those who belong to the Satan’s clan!
There are fence sitters, who straddle both side,

To the highest bidder will they abide!

How does this duality survive within the confines of the mind?

Surely, one must win and the other will lose!
Outcome will be settled by,

 What we feed our mind,

And whom we choose to Amuse! 

If we nurture for good,
then evil grows hungry and cold,

If we work in a
little evil it will take root and little by little,

Good will lose the hold.
The complexities of the duality are great indeed; we all must
feed one or the other.
So my question can only be, what's on your table and who
are you having for dinner.

Everyone expects respect

Love gives comfort; respect gives courage.
Love sedates one and respect inspires.
Love lulls you and respect awakes you.
You can’t demand love but command respect.
Love with respect or respect with love
Is what people, be high or low, expect
From those outside their family circle.
There only exist human relations. 

Everyone expects respect
No matter who they are
The only way to gain it
Is to start treating everyone
As a friend, a brother, a sister
As part of our extended family
No matter what colour or creed they are
Only then you will start to get
The respect you so dearly crave 

Once I read those wise words to a great writer..
"If we can not respect another, How can we expect them to respect us
If we can not respect someone’s beliefs, How can we expect them to respect ours
If we can not respect another’s race, How can we expect that race to respect us
If we can not respect others, How can we expect respect in return"
"" David H.""

Its funny

Its funny how hello is always accompanied with goodbye
Its funny how remembering good memories can make you cry
Its funny how forever never seems to really last
Its funny how much you'd lose if you forgot your past
Its funny how friends can just leave you when you're down
Its funny how when you need someone there never around
Its funny how people can change and think there so much better
Its funny how many lies can be packed into one love letter
Its funny how people can forgive even tho they cant forget
Its funny how one night can contain of so much regret
Its funny how crazy and ironic life turns out to be
but the funniest part of all .. Is that none of that seems funny to me

Alone

Sometimes I just sit in the dark, by myself in my room.
Staring at those fish in the aquarium, so full of gloom.
It helps me think..
Whether that's good or bad, looking around at all the light blue, Sometimes happy and other times sad.
I don't want to talk... I want to be in a place I consider mine.
I don't want to walk... If you ask me what's wrong I'll answer, 
'I'm fine.'
I wish everyone wouldn't worry, There's nothing wrong.
Sometimes things get blurry, when I listen to those old songs.
If I want to sit there ... Then let me be.
I don't always need you in my mind.
I don't let many see the real mine.
You may think it's 'unhealthy'
That it's not good
That I just sit here quietly.
I know you're just doing what a good person would.
But sometimes it's okay to sit, to not have many phone calls,
But only for a little bit. It's okay for me to be alone.

Alas!

A dove sitting today .. On the termite eaten branch of peace, looks sometime towards the garden 'n sometime towards her curtailed wings.
The big fish must not think the small, foodstuff of her own fate; Tears are amazed in eyes of the deer 'n paws of the lions are blood stained.
Scattered are the bodies enshrouded, flown away kites and crows
Scratching them all, they are sitting In the arenas of mosques and temples, 'n some have perched on walls of churches.
Nature of the veracious animals never changes, though they move in the civilized aprons, yet a wild smell emits out of their bodies.
Under the flag of peace and friendship Blood flows from all sides on the globe.

In the gloom

You held me close, I held you near,
When we were together there was no fear,
I was no longer scared of what had been,
I was no longer scared of what I'd seen,
I'd never felt this way before,
You numbed the pain, stopped me being sore,
But then you changed you broke my heart
You'd lied to me from the start,
You left me there in a darkness room,
On my own, in the gloom,
You promised me more than one night,
what happened, did you lost the sign ?

A story not yet fully told.

A story not yet fully told. A future that was never foretold
One walks threw life without a dream, Their hopes are never what they seem
Some say the stars are our guidance, And their future creates the balance
But for those who have no aspirations, Their tedious life lengthens
Every step, every choice, Created by an isolated voice
This voice slowly eats away your soul, Till everything is under its control
These thoughts, opinions, ideas, impressions, judgments .. weigh us down, like a burden on our shoulders.
Protecting the truth within.
The truth is like fire, unreachable with bear hands,
The truth is like grass, grows with time,
The truth is like wood, can be shredded apart
but the truth of the truth is that no one can handle the truth.

it's so sad

it's so sad when you try and fail
it's so sad when you miss and no one care
it's so sad when you talk and no one understand
it's so sad when you love and can't till
it's so sad when you love and get hurt
it's so sad to dream and cant reach
it's so sad to live like no body

我不能选择那最好的。 是那最好的选择我。

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夏天的飞鸟，到我的窗前唱歌，又飞去了
秋天的黄叶，它们没有什么可唱，只叹息一声，飞落在那里。
世界上的一队小小的漂泊者呀，请留下你们的足印在我的文字里。
世界对着它的爱人，把它浩翰的面具揭下了。
它变小了，小如一首歌，小如一回永恒的接吻。　　
是大地的泪点，使她的微笑保持着青春不谢。
无垠的沙漠热烈追求一叶绿草的爱，她摇摇头笑着飞开了。
如果你因失去了太阳而流泪，那么你也将失去群星了。
跳舞着的流水呀，在你途中的泥沙，要求你的歌声，
你的流动呢。
你肯挟瘸足的泥沙而俱下么　
她的热切的脸，如夜雨似的，搅扰着我的梦魂。　　
有一次，我们梦见大家都是不相识的。
我们醒了，却知道我们原是相亲相爱的。　　
忧思在我的心里平静下去，正如暮色降临在寂静的山林中。
有些看不见的手，如懒懒的微（风思）的，正在我的心上奏着潺（氵爰）的乐声。
"海水呀，你说的是什么"　
"是永恒的疑问。"
"天空呀，你回答的话是什么"
"是永恒的沉默。"
静静地听，我的心呀，听那世界的低语，这是它对你求爱的表示呀。创造的神秘，有如夜间的黑暗－－是伟大的。而知识的幻影却不过如晨间之雾。　
不要因为峭壁是高的，便让你的爱情坐在峭壁上。 　　
我今晨坐在窗前，世界如一个路人似的，停留了一会，向我点点头又走过去了。　
这些微（风思），是树叶的簌簌之声呀；它们在我的心里欢悦地微语着。你看不见你自己，你所看见的只是你的影子。
神呀，我的那些愿望真是愚傻呀，它们杂在你的歌声中喧叫着呢。
让我只是静听着吧。
我不能选择那最好的。　
是那最好的选择我。

My Master.

你看不见你自己，你所看见的只是你的影子。

神呀，我的那些愿望真是愚傻呀，它们杂在你的歌声中喧叫着呢。
让我只是静听着吧。

我不能选择那最好的。

是那最好的选择我。
 

What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my master.
Let me but listen.
I cannot choose the best.
The best chooses me.