The ashes of my mind,

There's nothing to see here, The streets are all clear, Nothing but fear, If only you could be near, I return to those few yesteryear, To think of what I must held dear,
And here is another dead end, another closed door, no way in, and nothing to explore, There's nothing inside me any more, I'm not what it is you are looking for... There is nothing left here.
Nothing lives here any more, just apathy, I feel no joy like before, nor sympathy, No music echoes to write my symphony, The streets are all .... empty.
I.. 
Gotta squash the fear
Gotta make it clear
Gotta dream a way
Today... Is the sound of emptiness, and I'm alone in the darkness, there's nothing inside, I just wanna close my eyes and hide, Pretend I'm not crying and dying inside.
No wonder my thought bring nothing but rain, And no wonder I gave all my world nothing but pain, I've got nothing inside of me left to share
There's nothing left in there, I lost the best of me behind, The flame that had once burned so bright, today became the ashes of my mind,

Silence echoes

Patiently we shed tears of blood to feeds those humming soils by which this forest is deeply rooted. So full of.... Fear, Loneliness, Resentment, sickness and anger, their hearts burn with flames, their minds reverberate without sound, leaves us within a forest of pain with trees that swallow our souls and the innocence of our morality, to replaced by the silence of tomorrow where the words only will have its meaning in the ears of the listener,

The breeze of dawn

When the breeze of dawn pervading your hair O, my love.. I hear it whispers to my ears tenderness sighs. 
When the fragrant smells of your perfume dissolve in your sensitive senses whenever it touches your skin O, my love.. I hear it whispers to my ears tenderness sighs. 
Yet I wonder why whenever you whisper to me "I love you", I can't reveal the lamentations of your love loudly to the universe. 
O, I Wrote your name letters one by one with beads of morning dew on all trees leaves, who can admire you such as me, who can describe you like me..!
you are a beautiful dream, I hope all wounded hearts could dream on with me..
you are the highest sense I touched in my life which made me melt,
made me feel that I'm still human full of humanity.

Real-Life

 

You do not need to know what everyone has done or seen, 
Nor do you need to follow where the crowd might go or lean. 
Don't swear at that reflection of the clouds upon your screen, 
That burst of light from high above obscuring what has been, 
Don't dwell on flawless selfies or the posts of yesteryear, 
The past can be forgotten without cause for doubt or fear, 
You are more than the sum of every shared smile or tear, 
More than the likes and comments of those strangers you hold dear. 
Don't live within the memory of a plastic-coated dream, 
That manufactured happiness worth less than it may seem, 
You have a brighter purpose than your state of mind might gleam, 
A chance to change your future if you let the light redeem. 
Don't spend another minute on fakebook friends lies, 
The truth is just above you in the horizon sky, 
You only have this moment to live before you die, 
So step away from all that's fake and give real-life a try.

Insanity

 When greed takes people where they need to go,  it hidden from them the truth, the stories the need to know, As the homeless walk around with an empty stomach and an empty hands,  as the selfish watch the world vanish with an amazing empty minds, Didn't you notice that... 
A home is now only a house,  a life becomes in narrow screens browse, And the world moves in blind to shed blood,  under every nations god. And I wonder where and when we lost our humanity, and how much is the cost we should pay to graving back our morality. For I see nothing but a perfect vanity, people craving for it..  Even if they've gone blind..  Blind with insanity.

Passion and Forgiveness

We follow our passion quietly and success will follow us, for our passion are the winds that propel our vessel... when our reason is the pilot that steers her.. 
we follow our passion for passion is universal humanity, 
we follow our passion because, 
without passion Art is useless, 
without passion religion is spiritless,
without passion history is meaningless 
and if passion drives you, 
then let the reason hold the reins... reins of forgiveness

Life rhyme

How can you call it life even when completely ignored..!
How a sleep can be called tranquility when your neighbor snored..!
Life... is not what you think and it seems, It is not trimmed in rhymes and themes. You are helpless and powerless as goat, You may travel in it like as if on boat, The powerful wind may pull you towards disaster, You you totally can't be able to control it as master. You are completely dead in absence of strong will, Any unwanted thoughts may enter mind and kill, You will live thousand deaths in single life, It is double edged weapon.. like knife. 
Self dependence is what you call it is like volcano, All desires under control even if burning like inferno, If you become slave of in your home as helpless and prisoner, You will dig your own grave later or sooner. It comes to standstill when not infused, It will stagnate when lesson is refused, It is learning and continuous process, Even if denied completely with access.. 
If you take it as challenge then it is race.! 
If you think it is burden then it is bad phase.! 
If you think it as mystery then it is darkness.!

No way left to come out of it and to be lost without any trace.
It may have same rainbow pattern, All colors signified with “U” turns,
Who knows what color may choose or suit..!
Nose dive with failures in long pursuit
It makes you to laugh and cry, Still it is adventurous and enterprising to try
It may have dry and spring seasons too, You must seize it with and sail through
Have different angle and logical conclusion, Even though it may be full of questions, We are not here to settle the score.... But at the same time can not ignore.
You are master of your destiny, It requires no explanation or testimony
You make dive and go deep in the bottom, All treasure will be yours and success will be missed seldom, 
Life... is not what you think and it seems, It is not trimmed in rhymes and themes.

Madness Whisper

Whisper in my ears again the depth of your love as the stars shining in the skies not to disturbing anybody when reflecting its beauty ever,
Your eyes in my heart, spreads deep a sweet breeze, touches the brain, the heart, the mind and the soul, Giving that weakness body your wings of love, beauty and eternity in our silence love merge into one,
when... where... How, I don't know, even who you are.
I have got a bit of soft spot for you and the apple of your eyes, and then I'm swinging, singing with birds, flowers even butterflies,
life on the earth, grass, galaxies, time and infinity, my mind recollects all these.
Am I dreaming, if I please not to awake me up for I dreams... With an innocent smile as on the face of a child, tears of a missing  blind hope in a misty undiscovered land..  I even don't had anyone to guide.
a rose lying near the tomb in silence with scattered tears on the petals,.. O,
And I'm asking her..
why did I come here..!
who sent me here?
where am I going after death?
there is life beyond the grave?
for whom do I wake up in the morning?
why the creations are in pairs: male and female?
why does nature bind me with your eyes?
why does nature allow your eyes to pierce me so deep?
two doves ruffle their feathers
on the branches near the green leaves,
the sky kisses the sea
making ripples and waves on its breast,
electrons keep their smartness near the protons,
day and night play hide and seek,
the stars wink at each other during their travel in the space,
moonlight touches the petals of lotus in romance,
now the pregnant clouds pour,
the flowers and fruits delight the soul, now, no prejudices,
no narrow domestic walls, but love

galaxy lover

Love is ocean of sorrow, No one knows what will happen to morrow, Purity in sense and with sincerity to follow, No to blind promises as to be proved hollow.

Love is to be considered as holiest gift, There is supposed to be no shift, It may endure you life time tragedy, It may also prove hoax and turn in comedy.

Assume where it can take to you in case you late, It should not be termed as bad luck or fate, It has to be accepted fire ball, Immediately respond to it with a first call.

It may wait endlessly for your reply, There is no special condition to imply, Think on dotted lines and make a grand push, It may pay handsomely to you without any rush.

Love may remain for many more days to come, Your action must speak volumes with grand welcome, Nothing goes wrong if patiently waited for, There is nothing like pain or anything in store.

I never think, I feel

Deep within your heart there is a place.. a special secret place... where silence lives, Where the secrets of profound emotion and yearning wait to be awoken, Where the unspoken words of a heart filled with love remain unsaid, They hang heavy like teardrops frozen in the mists of time, This secret garden of silence born of a heart lost in visions of love, Images of love that live vividly within a dreamers heart yet to be realized, 
A love that shall bring about the birth of an eternal springtime, an orchestra of love that shall fill life's garden with sweet loves melody, Where the memory of the longing years shall be carried away upon loves rhythm, Just .. Listen to the gentle pulse of the waterfall that has sprung new hope, for you, for me and for us all, Now the unspoken words of love shall hang heavy on the heart no more.. 

Dawn.. I'm here

 

When dawn wonder, Did he miss me?

God only knows... Maybe 
I longed to be near you without rest. Though you were not here, I spiritualy felt you in my chest. You were the air of hope, I was blessed enough to receive, Giving me a sense of comfort, Knowing you wouldn't leave, As I hid amongst the trees, Staying low to the ground, feeling my heart pound... A slow steady beat,
Giving me strength to carry on. I rose to my feet, Looked to the horizon melting with the sea, Where I knew should be... Standing by your side, Gazing into your eyes.
As I am now.. Missing the expression of affection I have found in the smile on your face..
Yes...
I confess,
I am missing you

Shadows

 

Living through another persons regrets..

Just one piece of a puzzle, too big to comprehend

Cant see the end, left the lights on again

In the past, the future looked too close to hold..

And now the present seems like it's too close and cold

Inside myself looking out; it all seems fake

Whatever motivates

, the day puts it away

Used to be apathetic, loved the only one living

I'm speaking to the world, but I'm the only one in it

Your eyes couldn't watch the way the world spins

I'll sit there and watch on the day the world ends

If its burns then, and flows in the wind

I'll hold what I learned and start it over again

Because who knows if your steps are planned out..

I feel lost, and no body's there to stick a hand out;

A man now.. because I felt too strong

And I feel like I lived with my self too long

This isn't the right time or place for these words

We don't have the right kind of space for these birds

If we all could fly, If we all could cry

Everybody would laugh, and we all would die

The sky hangs over my head, I can feel the weight

Conceal my fate, and let me just deal with hate

I lost compassion, everything's cold when its near us

I spend to much time with my soul in this mirror.

Disappointment

 Looking for perfection in a person brings too much expectations. When your expectations are not met, too Many disappointments may come your way. So adapt yourself to learn to appreciate a person's imperfections. In them, you'll find perfection, And we must accept disappointment, but we must never lose hope. For everything that is done in this world is done by hope.. Disappointment is the gap that exists between expectation and reality. sometimes it's hard to wait around for something you know will never happen, but it's even harder giving up when it's all you want. Sometime we expect more from other because we would be willing to do that much for them. According to this We may hate someone's actions, but we really don't hate them. Hating a person is far different from hating what they have been doing without us. So,Never be disappointed by the friends who appreciate you, your gifts or your help by words. Protect and always respect the friends that demonstrate their appreciation by their actions... Actions speak louder than words..

Without Goodbye

 

And the mind grave losing people more and more,
since they are not here anymore,
like a neon light trembling in an empty hall,
waiting for our destiny for the rest to call,
When someone goes away,
everything that’s been done goes badly sway, 
Darkness folds his wings, melody abandons it songs,
heart shuttered for a thousand senses
of peace when mind straggle the aggressiveness of losing faces,
and like the boats lost beneath the seas,
your attention to living drained like leaves of trees, 
Finally, our memories picture the truth we deny,
all the things we cowardly preferred no to identify,
when we lost precious days full of fun.
when we lost the warmth of our Sun.
when we haven't wings to fly
and all that still remains is..... unfold feelings with untold... goodbye.

Trip into Heaven

Yesterday I took a trip to heaven but only in my mind
I wanted to know what it's like to leave all your love behind.
So I closed my eyes, and started to see.. Just how beautiful heaven can be.
I could see the pearly gates of white, and behind them was the most radiant light.
I saw an angel as she was passing by, so incredibly beautiful that a tear fell from my eye.
Everyone looked perfect and with the angels they did sing, there were no earthly words to describe the beauty of their wings.
As I sat on a bench in the most incredible garden, I asked God for all of my sins to be pardoned.
I took one last look at all of the beauty around, and when I opened my eyes, i couldn't find my angle beside, for she left me careless behind.

Dawn

 In a middle area between despair and hope ... the ray of faith disappears or shines, somewhere in the midst of the crowds lies knowledge behind deception masks, There... in the end of our life rainbow our true living shall raise up as thePhoenix giving birth, As between stone and another flower can grows, as between pain and pain hope.. giving birth,

Vanishing strength

Today.. I wanted my message to be loud and heard, I wanted to be free from bondage as bird.

Until the time I was unaware of vast sky, I pondered over your prison and never asked why..! O, 

How one can remain prisoner of his own and consent.! Why he would not like to come out and live in present..!

In this life one can have limited goal and do only small things, For big things we must have strong resolve and powerful wings.

It is your feeble body and weak determination that stops you from performing, You have will power to do but you feel downwards from informing.
It makes you to draw steps back and remain for a moment too hesitant, You lack the courage and fail to come out with steps so urgent or instant.
Kind words will not be short and easy to speak, Only strong can speak it and not the weak, You can’t just show off or play the trick, You must keep love in one hand and on another stick.
Convey love with smile and sweetness in words, It may be just beginning of love and will matter most, It may reward you in the end without meeting any cost
Let us not confine our selves in only raising the funds, God may favor us by giving it in abundance, It is we who fail to understand the clear message, There is clear way ahead with smooth passage.
Your voice may not be heard and lost in oblivion, You may have different approach with different opinion.
Still you may need magical charisma to reach to the hearts of people, It may be made easy for you and you will be in position or able.
How would you face the world as defeated soldier..?
How will you’re your self as crisis manager..?
Will it not go in history as natural consequence..?
They follow the natural route and come in sequences.!
Should me let it remain as unsolved mystery, And let It may create its own history.
As a humble man I have done my best, Letting your love speak itself and prove the test.

Let your morality speak your religion

Individually we are a drop, together we are an ocean. Humanity is certainly an ocean but a few drops of them are made dirty by a few people who do not hold great respect for moral values. But that does not mean that the ocean has become dirty. There is still hope for humanity and the light it spreads on this universe. i can't forget what our great Albert Einstein said about. see.. “The great moral teachers of humanity were in a way artistic geniuses in the art of living “  and 1400 years ago the Prophet Mohamed (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him)" He used to say, "The best among you all are those who have the best manners and character". If every individual drops were to behave in a refined manner by abiding the laws, with mutual respect for fellow humans, humanity would be saved at least. Technology is one of the factors that contribute to the influence on humanity. My dears we have the opportunity to take humanity to great heights when we make use of some basic qualities like forgiveness, saying thank you, or even sorry, Please stop being complex creature,  whose behavior is driven by emotion, beliefs, point of view, and how much coffee you had that morning... nowadays we deals with our tears as it a sign of weakness, while it's still a  proof that we are human and we still care. Believe me we all do better when we work together. And yes our differences do matter, but....  our common humanity matters more..

Pray for my father

 Deep in our refrigerator, there's a special place for food that's been around a while...we keep it, just in case.' It's probably too old to eat,' my mother likes to say.'But I don't think it's old enough for me to throw away.' It stays there for a month or more to ripen in the cold, and soon we notice fuzzy clumps of multicolored mold.

The clumps are larger every day, we notice this as well, but mostly what we notice is a certain special smell. when finally it all becomes a nasty mass of slime, my mother takes it out, and says, 'Apparently, it's time.' She dumps it in the garbage can, though not without regret, then fills the space with other food that's not so ancient yet,

Don't let the sorrow of your sad memories until this time, this word was his last words in our last meeting, since that very moment I knew he was telling me goodbye and showing me how to carry on after him.

Pray for my father he passed away two days ago.

NbMSdEll.

What we did not experience,

Are these which belong to us.  

And where dreams end, 

that is where .. our life should begin.