Imagine.. but

Never doing what you are told
Maybe that is your hold
When you are scared and cold
I wrap my blanket of warm embrace around
Around your slouched shoulders to keep you warm
Your kind, our longing, my eyes light the room
Make you a cup of warm hot chocolate and read my poems to you... To cheer you up, and just whisper in your ears " love is the master key of happiness, always be master, always be original"  will that do..!

Nobody in this earth or another

The reflections in illusions like music in water
when the colors in white I write about the night
where the eyes behold our mirrors went gold
kisses like crystals.. in wrappers sold
like in Maya
when red eyes closed, a peacock's dance and the moon's prance
On such a note the slow slow kisses, long and longer pauses
mercurial fever skyscraper desire, haunting moans and searching fingers
behold such passion like natures own
the colors in black.. stood naked with trembling hands
The intensity of love
was the pain in ... separation together
that leaning mouth on the lips of the beloved
there are songs of passion for us to behold
of the unseen
Nobody in this earth or another
Can love you the way I do.

Wolf dreams..

I came on this Earth
To see
To feel
To be
For a while.. when ever seams never
To see each part of you starting from this dark mind
To be nourished by the roots of humankind
To feel the earth beneath your feet
The soil between your own toes
To taste the air from your breath
I came to listen to the voice of birds singing to only my ear
For the you..  sun to warm my soul, and let us start from .. forever.. Now repeat after me ..
Through the darkness i saw light. I am becoming myself daily. The light brighter. I just keep moving forward.. My heart is a wolf ruled by two moons one which beckons me back into the night, the other is calling me home.

Passion and compassion

As I confess my emotions, I felt your devotion.
As I close my eyes and lift my hands, I felt your compassion.
Your plans for me were an illusion but works of perfection.
My thoughts clouded my vision, yet frustrations were conquered by passion.
Your silence became my illusion
throw I was into all delusion.
Hypnotized I was by your devotion and compassion.
Passionate I am by your vision..

Mind illusion

What is seen is not the Truth
What is cannot be said
Trust comes not without seeing
Nor understanding without words
The wise comprehends with knowledge
To the ignorant it is but a wonder
Some worship the formless God
Some worship His various forms
In what way He is beyond these attributes
Only the Knower knows
That music cannot be written
How can then be the notes 
Awareness alone will overcome illusion

Accepting

Don't try, to exert control, over someone
else, by attempting, to get others to think
like you. You can try from here until tomorrow,
but they'll never follow through. Accepting the
differences in people, is what makes the world
go round. Some of these differences, have been
proven, to be solid and sound. There's various
things, to be learned, from one another, which of
course, is a positive fact. Just don't become over
bearing and don't, over react. We have to accept,
the differences in people, as it helps a lot, I've
found. For once you get yourself acclimated,
you'll find it easier, to get around!

CHESS

Life is like a game of CHESS!
And you play this game with him
After every move of yours
He makes the next move...
Your moves are called 'CHOICES'
And his moves are called 'CONSEQUENCES'
You will be tested
You will be challenged
You will be pushed to the brink
However when you are found...
To play your game well
He wins by allowing you
To ... win the game.
player always say " always protect your king.. I say.. always protect your queen"

Chess is not always about winning. Sometimes, it's simply about learning. And so is life

How do I represent love !

How do I represent love ?
What is it about a woman that loves ?
Her heart or her very being, radiating with love that never separates at birth, both to a mother and to the other love she seeks in man ? 
Moreover, it is man who seeks the love he knows nothing about.
Woman merely softens her being of love to allow her heart to be still, tuned to the sound and quiver that love fills when man discovers woman for the first time.
I think a much better question than
What is love, therefore, is .. What is woman ? 
She is the best thing that happened to man.
She is the emotion that man lacks.
She is the reason love is in the world.
She is love, and after all.
Without her, man dies.
Without her, love is lost and confused.
Without her, hope fades away
So, Man give love, compassion, comfort, delicate and fragile to the woman you long for. tell her tenderly ..
I am here for you to call upon when you need a prayer and a song.
I am here to forgive your wrongs to help you feel confident and strong.
I know every thought that you have.
I can see it in your eyes.
You don't have to tell me any lies to impress me.
I like who I see in the real you, Which I trust will always be the 'you' .. you want me to see.

الثبات القاتل

نفخر بالماضي
نعيش مرارة الحاضر
ننتقد ضعفنا
نتشدق بالإصلاح الواهم
ونجلس على أريكتنا ننتظر
من يصلح لنا أمورنا! !
أي مستقبل ينتظرنا! !

We obey as much as we love.. !

I once said to my wise father why life is harder than what we expected .. should i care about it, should i craved each and every rock for to live it .. i knew it's a test to a lesson i even do not know.. but should i obey or live rebels, should i be hateful, nasty or spreads love. does happiness is a dream may come true, daddy i think loudly about life, i feel i live it correctly but i see nobody around me and how.. how i value the things before i lose it, it's so easy to walk into any destination but where i can find the right way to take, what if my destiny led me to live inside life swamps why then i can't criticize the filth.. you know daddy i think humans obey as much as they love.. O, please answer me should i live it or leave it..
we always walk, but we don't know to where.
we know that we have to arrive, but we don't know why.
we believe one day we will pass away, but we don't know when.
we know that we have to live correctly, but we don't know How.
we know that we have to obey, but we don't know whom.
we know that there is creator, but so many people still ask who.
Finally he smiled and said .. O son .. you my boy lives the poem before you even start to write it, you know; Some poets write with pen.. but you will always write with pain.
The answer are in your heart.. then, don't say what even never ask why, and people who really love you, can understand the words that you've never ever said.
leave it and your heart leads your steps, our life my son is so short to spend it thinking about who we hate, just remember its
a long road, short story do it with a brave heart.. be an idea, good ideas never die. never give up what you want.. do it never hesitate to do it and keep in your mind that; one day you will not be able to do it.

You who adore beauty

O..
You who adore beauty, beauty is the sweetness of the soul
There are whom are very beautiful, but barely alive
And.. what amazing beauty is, if you live with it in pain and agony
Beware of this kind of beauty, 
Don't let it arrogant you
Don't let it deceives you
Because if it does, it will makes your nights as a living hell
just remember that, no matter what,
tomorrow .. beauty will fade away
O..
didn't you know that who he adore the physical passion doesn't ever last
but what lasts .. is the beauty of the soul.
what really was bothering me and was so painful, that
i gave them everything i could
and they got rid of me.. they got rid of me.
Tomorrow .. time will tell
whom was ruthless and whom was so in loving
then, at that very moment you will know the true coin of me
when time will tell
Swimming in a deep sea, fighting while all waves are so high
its throws me up and bangs me deep down
and everyone now .. is against me
I lived for them, 
i was always caring for them
they made me even forgot my real name. 
i won't care for them anymore
O..
there are those whom find grace lying on the ground and.. they'd stomp it
there are those whom gather grace from the ground to kiss it
and those who'd disgrace helpless people..  in this world or another he'd be disgraced
this world has insulted lots of good people like you and me
You who adore beauty, beauty is the sweetness of the soul
There are whom are very beautiful, but barely alive

The value of moment

Do not mention the name of love, O my simple-minded companion.
Strange is the path .. When you offer your love.
Your body is crushed at the first step.
If you want to offer love
Be prepared to cut off your head and sit on it.
Be like the moth, which circles the lamp and offers its body.
Be like the deer, which, on hearing the horn, Offers its head to the hunter.
Be like the partridge, Which swallows burning coals in love of the moon.
Be like the fish, which yields up its life when separated from the sea.
Be like the bee, entrapped in the closing petals of the lotus. 
Be mine.. for the value of moment can't count..

About Love

How do you write a poem about Love,!!
It cannot be caught and is beyond words power of depiction.
It has no place to be, all places are filled with Love.
Without Love would anything have any savor ?
Love is what joins, flows, counts, grows .. Love is what’s known.
Love is all around, is all about, is all we ask, is all we give, Love is all I have.
Love wants nothing, needs nothing
Love misses nothing, Love excludes nothing
Love is what this is all about.

Somewhere over the rainbow

Every sense of lovers draw you a picture in my imagination as if your love is a prisoner in my heart , I am perplexed at the question of how to connect into the embrace of the cloud in your horizon,

you are so far away from the border and I am anxious to hold you tight, and fed with your mouth nectar.

New Start..

Disappointments, discouragement, discredit, failure and pressure
These are obstacles that we encounter through a journey of life, they cannot be escaped, like which runs through our veins, Like an illness with no cure; despair is the meaningful. 
It's never too late to start again.
Faith, forgiveness, happiness, honesty, hope, patience, trust, victory, prayers, worship and true love.
These devices fill the memory, rule the heart and guide the feet... The success is obtained subsequent to the storm of pain; they do not always guide the feet but the heart which hasn't the ability to give up when even faced with difficulty.
It's never too late to start to again.
We cannot change the direction of the wind but we can adjust the sails to always reach our destination, the journey is never the same as change sets in but It's never too late to start again.
My father once said, what lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters .. compared to what lies within us... now i start to understand and ..
It's never too late to start again.

Dose life start at the end

Dose life start at the beginning, or dose life start at the end.
For me the start of life was the start of a worrying trend,
Bad wrongs I forget, right wrongs I mend.
Deaths the end to life, but dose that mean its an end.
If wrongs a product of right, is right how we begin,
Dose life start at the beginning or dose life start at the end.
I’ve managed to escape the illusion,
That all ends lead to a conclusion.
I’ve been told 'both beginnings and ends,
It’s the middle where I aim my coercion.
Does the end start at the beginning, or does the end start as we end.
The end only justifies the means if the end is carefully planned.
To be placed in realities palace, as a servant, not a free man,
Means that rain cannot but splash our palm,
Unless we've asked before hand.
The illusion of lines and boundaries,
Is taught with no apologies,
Not through the vessel of lies,
It’s just done around the idea of destiny.

Game over

Love plays games.
Games so complex that it
ends up contorted,
twisted, torn and distorted,
so that it is unrecognizable
as Love.
It becomes
Dishonesty.
Anger.
Grief.
Even hate.
Love plays games.
Games that even confuse
Love itself.
It wears so many disguises,
takes so many different forms,
that it loses its own identity.
And is not Love
any more.
Love then cries.
Mourning the loss of it’s very being.
In it’s unbridled anguish,
Love goes on the rampage.
Tearing apart
the very heart
of itself.
And you.
But, in desperate times,
it re-emerges,
from behind it’s maimed mask.
And reveals it is still
Love in its entirety.
It is Love, just the same.
It is just Love, playing a twisted game.

Forgiven

Flower of flame

Bucket of light
Trees of people
Heart of stone
Smell of devil
Inside .. Out 
in the night everything is forgiven
in the dream everything is possible
in the dark everything is allowed
in the dawn everything is forgotten

Melodrama ..

The dark in my heart's shrieking it's neither another reason to run
nor other reason to smile, Just a hidden thoughts.. alas;
wish I could turn the time once again back to the past with you, I want to meet again silent and lonely replayed
again silent record
for while, past become present 
But it's so sad to say...
we can't fight for feelings, That no longer exist

Say you love me.

In this song once again we fight
defense our voices singing heartbreak song twilight
I chase you.. you run from me
I pull you.. you fight me back
playing melody on stage
slow and fast
low and high
you sing your chorus.. I sing mine ... the words are same but I can't hear you and you can't hear me .. two different range in one refrain
I trust you you know me well, we can see in each other eyes
but i won't give up you and you won't lose me too
this is my melody and your dignity
warm and charmed, soft and clear that is our melody
should to be.!
we have this song
we love this game
ask me again, challenge me
I only want your voice .. sing with me

Distance never separated lovers, silence .. did.

Silence is the ultimate of speaking
sometimes words are not enough
to emphasize our agony or ecstasy
but silence makes it in all its means
sometimes silence makes love
it sometimes cause to loose a love
silence controls anger; makes peace
happiness is the outcome of peace
silence creates the feel of solitude
solitary persons thinks a lot
thinking makes the man gracious
gracious world is the hope of tomorrow
silence keep the rhythm of speaking
modulate its waves and tempo
if we sounds it with competence
it will become a fabulous song!

forgive me..

In the heat of the moment a person can feel regret
I won’t apologize for what I went through
I do feel silly at what I said about you
Reading back on the past I laugh to myself
So dramatic and in despair I couldn’t see clearly
Now I can and it is beautiful flying high above the clouds I let my soul go
Anguish and pain and hate and resentment is lost in the wind
I'm flying high on the Wings of Forgiveness
I just want you to know
I’m sorry for the pain that you’ve gone through
I just want you to know
I wasn’t oblivious or mad at you
I was so blind with me that I could not see
I needed to forgive myself to forgive you I’m hoping you can do that too
There is nothing you need to cry about right now, Dry your eyes, Try to smile
Trust in me when I say true love can be found
I’m not scared to bleed one more time.
please.. forgive me.

Don't loose Yourself Inside

Sight, seeing, looking, gleaming
its all that a person can be
Listening, hearing, buzzing, silence
thats all a person may be
Talking, speaking, laughing, cheering
something many may do each day
Writing, noting, drawing, jotting
thats what people feel make their day
Being lucky to do all of this is an opportunity
Don't slack but push ahead
Do good for others and help each one.
Be a little selfish and care for yourself
You may care for others but don't forget
your Pride
Look up and Around but don't ever loose
Yourself Inside

I seek my tears price to be paid

If i could talk, i would tell you that i cared. I would try to say how I've never felt this way and no one else could make me feel like this..
If you weren't blind you'd see, just how much you mean to me, you don't even care while you're standing there.. Now I pray you stay by me forever to support me throughout my life and give me courage to move forward.. Its hard, hard to stay away
If i could talk, I'd tell you that with silence and patience I took the breather.. This hand of mine was tired to hold the same shield every time .. 
 If i could talk, i would tell you that if this is the time to hit
Lets the hunter become the hunted because the winner will be in God’s favor
Losing game ... Losing life ...
 If i could talk, i would tell you that now .. now I seek my tears price to be paid with your cold blue blood..! 
If i could talk, i would tell you that i forgive you not because I'm fool, coward or weak, but because i do love you..

Yesterday

Yesterday my living room wall began to talk to me and, naturally enough, a reply was obligatory. trying to make conversation, I remarked on the warm weather we enjoyed that time of year. This proved a mistake, however.
For, quite unaccountably, the paint started to fall in great white strips from off the wall.
Until the wall stood there gray and naked before me, revealed in its primal state, in all its plastered glory.
Unhappy at this development, I said out loud that I was a fool to expect any sense from nothing but a brick wall.
Its response was a stolid sort of a silence.' I could certainly tell It had taken offense.
And knowing that walls have ears and hurt feelings are hard to mend,  as it gave me its wall-eyed stare I felt I had lost a human.
And even though I took care when the cold weather came to my room paint it's over, things were never the same: 
Talking to the wall all the time now no sign does it evince that it's even listening. and it hasn't spoken to me since

Are you there.?

Are you there.? 
And do you still care.? 
Of course you are free .. To let it be or to talk to me
If you were to talk
And not to walk
I'm sure the conversation would provide some stimulation
Perhaps I have caught you at a bad time or perhaps you are offended by rhyme in either case I do not wish to offend
If I have, please could we pretend
As if it had never been
And that you had never seen
Such offensive verse
I do not wish to be terse
But won't you talk to me.!!

الايـــــام.

إن أحسست يوماً . . بأنك مرهق من ركض السنين
وإن ابتسامتك تختفي خلف تجاعيد الأنين
وإن الحياة أصبحت لا تطاق . .
إن شعرت إن الدنيا أصبحت سجنا لانفاسك وإن الساعات لا تعني إلا مزيداً من ألم الحنين
وإن كل شئ أصبح موجعا . . فارسم على وجهك ابتسامة من قهر واسكب من عينك دمـعـة مـن فرح .. واعلم انك من التاحين

 إن طعنك صديق أو احتلك الضيق
إن فقدت كل شئ جميل وتحطم طموح على كف المستحيل
افتح عينك للهواء و النور ولا تهرب من نفسك في الظلام . .
عد إلى النور واحضن عروقك المفتوحة وجراحك التي أصبحت تحتاجك كالباقين.. أشعرها بوجودك . . واشعر أنت بوجودها . . تعلم فن التسامح و عش بمنطق الهدوء ..
لا تجعل قلبك مستودعا للكره و الحقد و الحسد و الظلام . .
لا تـنظر إلى من حولك بأكثر من ابتسامة تجتاز المسافات . . و تخترق حواجز الصراع... ابتسم لهم . . رغم كل ما في قلبك من أوجاع . . فأنت اليوم هنا وغدا من المودعين .
احمل في قلبك ريشة ترسم بها لوحة يتذكرك بها الآخرون لا رصاصة . . تغتال بها كل ماذال يذكرك بالحنين
مسكين جداً أنت حين تظن إن الكره يجعلك أقوى . . و إن الحقد يجعلك أذكى . . وان القسوة و الجفاف هي ما تجعلك إنساناً محترماً
تعلم أن تضحك مع من معك . . و إن تشاركه ألمه و معاناته . . عـش معـه وتعايش به و تعلم إن تحتوي كل من يمر بك . .
لا تصرخ عندمـا يتأخر صديقك . .
ولا تجزع حين تفقد شيئا يخصك . .
تذكر إن كل شئ قد كان في لوحة القـدر . .
قبل إن تكون شخصا من بين ملايين البشر
إن غضب صديقك . . اذهب و صافحه و احتضنه . .
وان غضبت من صديقك . . افتح له يديك و قلبك . .
إن خسرت شيئا . . فتذكر انك قد فقدت اشياء . .
و إن فاتك موعد . . فتذكر انك قد تلحق موعــداً..
..مهما كان الألم مريراً ومهما كان القادم مجهولا . .
افتح عينك للأحلام و الطموح . . فغداً يوم جديد . .
و غداً أنت شخص جديد
لا تحاول إن تجلس و إن تُضحك الآخرين بسخرية من هذا الشخص أو ذاك . .
فقد تحفر في قلبه جرحا . . لن تشعر به . .
و صديقك يعيش به حتى آخر يوم من عمره . .
فهل على الدنيا أقبح من إن تنام . . و إن ينامون وصديقك . . يئن من جرحك ؟! !
و يتوجع من كلماتك ؟ !
كن قلباً و روحاً تمر بسلام على الدنيا . . حتى يأتي يوم رحيلك . . إلى الآخرة . . فتجد من يبكي عليك من الأعماق . . لا من يبكي عليك . . بحكم العادات و التقاليد . . و لا تدري . . متى يكون الرحيل . . ربما يكون اقرب من شربة الماء . . أو اقرب من أنفاس الهواء
وبالتأكيد . .
سترى إن الحياة يمكن إن تكون جميلة حتى في عز الألم . . و في وسط المعاناة . . ستجد إن ابتسامة ما 

تخرج من أعماقك . .
تخرج من زحمة اليأس و المرارة . .
تخرج من صميم الذات . .
عندها ستتذكر , , كم أنت إنسان رائع.
تحياتى

Lighthouse..

Such as lighthouse.. It never moves to help any boat from drowning.. It's just stand alone... light glow, shine for to lead they to the shore.. No less no more.. While it's barely stand up against all those crashing waves ... What a pity life.!!

This.. Is my life.

O.. there it is again, i'm down on my knees, with my head in my hands, I stumble to my feet weaker then before, my head hurting, ears ringing and my spine killing. I can see the light in the darkness that surrounds my life knowing that I will never reach it in time.
My body is so weak and so thiny, I find it hard to breath some times, the pain it hurts so much sometimes I think i'm dieing, my head is so full of noise so loud.. O, it's going to explode.
I feel so alone in this world of mine, walking around like a vanishing shafow, if only I didn’t build so many walls but some people build them to keep people out, and some to see who cares enough to try and knock them down…
it's coming… I can feel it, it starts in my neck then down my spine…then Bang it shoots back up into my head then whack, i'm down on my knees shouting… o God.. why me…please.!! 
the stars in my eyes blind me and the noise in my head deafens my senses, I cant breath... Is this the end…..? 
slowly I come around, I crawl toward the light, trembling like a leaf in the wind.
I can't describe this feeling inside, lost and confused, alone and unique, just to try and name a few.
I feel sick, oh so sick why all this happiness to me.!
I collapse to the floor in a heap, to weak to carry on, just wishing I was dead.
As I lay there can't even crying in intense pain all I can see and hear is my kid smiling faces saying I love you daddy…
what remains of my heart sinks even deeper into stomach, making me sick.
I'v got to get up and keep moving, if not or me then for my little angles…i'v got to find my lost strength.
my hearts is beating faster then the time before, as I try to stand up I collapse…i'm so weak…
I finely find my feet thou still wobbly I carry on, i'v got to keep fighting…i'v got to be a survivor not a failure for my family.
I wouldn’t wish this feeling the worst person in this wicked world we all share.
I know it won't belong till it comes back around, so i'v got to keep moving to make up some ground. Cold and alone, with no confert in site. So, this is my life, and this is were i'm shore i'm destend to stay hoping to reach that distent light some day.
this is just one grain of sand on a beach, called my life…this is me….this is my true life.

Alas.. If dogs can talk..!!!

If dogs could talk what would they say? 
Maybe, hey you come let's play, go grab the ball and the frisbee lets play a game just you and me.
Maybe they'd say don't leave me out here, I want to be with you, close and near, I don't want to be tied to this chain, Will you bring me inside out of the rain? 
What would a dog say on being a stray.. Maybe hey you I've lost my way, I'm hungry and thirsty and lonely too... Hey maybe I can come home with you? 
The dog in a shelter must have alot to say.. What did I do to end up this way, can you take me home and give me a name... I once had a family, this just isn't the same
I don't want to fight, a dog once said, All I want is a nice soft bed, It hurts to fight and be ripped apart, why don't we make a brand new start.
A major discussion goes on everyday, Why oh why are we stuck in this cage, Will you leave us go and let us be free, This isn't right, why can't you see.
So, if dogs could talk what would they say.!!!
They'd say I love you and with me you could play, we'll go for walks and relax in the sun, now wouldn't all that be such fun but they can't talk, but look in their eyes, those eyes say more than one can surmise, they're devoted and loyal and oh so true...
All they want is to be with you.

Our minds..

One thing, important and rare, which cannot be found everywhere,
we need it every-time, to have a happy and nice time, 
when it is here we don't care, we make it go away,
then again we want it to come, when so difficult it has become,
A necessity of old, young and child, it's absence makes us wild,
We can neither avoid, nor ignore it, for it makes the candle of happiness to lit,
WWe have to achieve at any cost, otherwise everything would be lost, 
Now i would like to remind, that the thing is peace of mind

At the heat of the night

At the heat of the nights .. I wonder 
Who rubs now your shoulder..!!
Will you miss me when you are older..?
Will you think of me then..?
Will you remember when..!
With me it was less colder..?

There is a reason

Every little thing no matter how small is here for a reason, A part of the All; 
Not insignificant, not just a whim, all are created expressions of Him; 
Nothing is simple, nothing is rare, all of it matters, to someone, somewhere; None of it random, none of it small, all is important for one and for all;
you are my Shadow, we aren't the same, Equally chosen as part of the game; One day we'll see it, one day we'll know out of that wisdom.. wonders will flow; And in that moment all hearts will sing,
There is a reason for every little thing.

Wind whisper

A little breath can make a prayer,
A little wind can take it, and turn it back again to air:
Then say, why should you make it ?
An deeply thought can make a word,
A little ear can hear it,
A careless heart forget it heard :
Then why keep ever near it ?

Nay no regret

No regrets.. Nay I have no regrets
For the time that passed away, joys and happiness died
Loneliness and sorrow tiptoed into my life
No regrets nay I have no regrets
For the feelings doth burned and the yearnings never yearned
Smiles those faded away lies of life which did vanity
No regrets nay I have no regrets
For love which never become mine and searching like fool and blind
Lashes those put by thoughts snatched away all last hopes
Now I am lying on the bed
Made of thorns and venomous blades
Looking into the cold and frigid eyes
Pleading her to take my soul away
Once dead there will be no regrets
Nay there will be no regrets

The game

Sitting around this empty place, full of hollowness and nothingness, 
None of the place I wanna be, the place that I call home.
No hope, My life’s a loss, 
No wish, no aim, My life’s empty, 
With only the sad darkness as company.
How could this be, this is not how it should be, 
But with the way things seem, my chances seem so slim.
Can’t forget the things we done, 
Can’t erase the memories in my mind, 
All the lies she told, 
All the love I sold, 
All the friends she betrayed, 
All the monsters I portrayed, 
Has turned to guilt.
My vision is blurred, 
My mind is clouded, 
My body is numb, I feel so dumb, 
For the things she done, under the name of game.