مالك .. مش باين ليه..

مالك ... مش باين ليه

قلبك تايه من مدة كبيرة
خايف تتكلم ليه ... في عيونك حيرة وحكاوي كتيرة
متغير ياما عن زمان ... قافل علي قلبك البيبان
حبيت وفارقت كم مكان ...عايش جواك
احساسك كل يوم يقل ... وتخطي وخطوتك تذل
من كتر ما أحبطوك تمل ... فين تلقى دواك
بتودع حلم كل يوم ... تستفرد بيك الهموم
وكله كوم والغربة كوم ... والجرح كبير
مابتديش حاجة اهتمام
أهلاً أهلاً ... سلام سلام
بقى طبعك قِلة الكلام ... ومافيش تفسير
داري داري ... يا قلبي مهما تداري
قصاد الناس ... حزننا مكشوف
وأهو عادي عادي

ماحدش في الدنيا دي بيتعلق بشيء
إلا و فُراقه يشوف
كل اللي معاك في الصورة غاب ... وطنك والأهل والصحاب
كم واحد ودع وساب ... من غير أسباب
شايف في عينيك نظرة حنين ... بتحن لمين ولا مين
طول عمرها ماشية السنين ... والناس ركاب
مع دقة عقرب الساعات ... بتموت جوانا ذكريات
عشمنا قلوبنا باللي فات ... ونسينا نعيش
كان مكتوب نمشي الطريق ... و نفارق كل مدى شيء
اتسرق العمر بالبطيء ... ورسي على مافيش
وداري داري ... يا قلبي مهما تداري
قصاد الناس ... حزننا مكشوف
وأهو عادي عادي
ماحدش في الدنيا دي بيتعلق بشيء
إلا و فُراقه يشوف

In the Silence Between Us

When you stand in front of a woman,  

learn to understand what she didn’t say,  

the unspoken words that dance in the air,  

woven in silences, in subtle display.

Her eyes may shimmer with stories untold,  

their depths hold secrets, yet to unfold.  

A flicker of doubt, a shadow of doubt,  

in the quiet, her heart’s whispers shout.

Listen closely to the pause of her breath—  

it's in the stillness, where truths often rest.  

The sighs that brush lightly, the tremors of grace,  

every gesture, a mirror, reflecting her face.

What lies in the silence, in moments that sway,  

is a rich tapestry woven with care,  

not demands or desires laid bare for the day,  

but a yearning, a hope that lingers in air.

So when you stand in that sacred space,  

let your heart be a lantern, your soul, a safe place.  

For what isn't spoken can often resound,  

an echo of wisdom where love can be found.

Give yourself a chance

 In the quiet of doubt, where shadows prance,  

Whisper gently to yourself, "Give yourself a chance."  

Let the ink flow freely, spill your dreams on the page,  

For within every stumble, you’ll find wisdom, a sage.  

In the depths of the night, when hope seems to fade,  

Listen closely to the heartbeat—your truth is made.  

With every stroke of courage, let worries dismantle,  

Each moment a treasure, a flicker, a candle.  

So rise, dear seeker, let your spirit dance,  

In the mess of the journey, give yourself a chance.

Searching for life .. 002

In shadows deep, where dreams take flight,  

I wander through the endless night.  

With whispered hopes, my heart takes shape,  

Searching for my life—no room for escape.  

Each step I take, a path unknown,  

Through winding roads, I've moved alone.  

Yet in the dark, a flicker glows,  

A spark within me softly grows.  

The mountains high and valleys low,  

A tapestry of joy and woe.  

I sift through moments, lost and found,  

In every heartbeat, life surrounds.  

With every breath, I find a clue,  

A mirrored glimpse of something true.  

For in the struggle, there lies the art,  

In searching for my life, I find my heart.  

So onward still, through storm and sun,  

My journey swells, I won’t outrun.  

With open arms, I greet the strife,  

For every twist brings forth my life.  

Blind achievement

In another thousand lives, I’ll wait for you,  

Where shadows whisper secrets of a sky so blue.  

Through silent halls of memory, we drift apart,  

Each echo rings with longing, a bittersweet art.  

The ticking clock reminds me of dreams deferred,  

In starlit nights, I listen for your unheard word.  

But fate weaves its tapestry, threads frayed and torn,  

In every fleeting moment, a soft heart is worn.  

So, in each of those lifetimes, I’ll search the seas,  

Seeking the soft breath of your warmth in the breeze.  

And though time may shatter the dreams we once knew,  

In another thousand lives, I’ll still wait for you.  

you're always my new beginning

In shadows where the echoes dwell,  

The end wasn’t always for a new beginning,  

Whispers of old dreams in the silence swell,  

Fading like stars before the dawn's spinning.  

Each farewell, a thread in the fabric of night,  

Worn edges of stories that linger and weave,  

Not every close brings a jubilant light,  

Some endings hold secrets, in heartbeats, believe.  

Yet in the stillness, amid the quiet sigh,  

A promise of change in the softest refrain,  

For though the horizon may darken the sky,  

From endings, we gather to rise once again.  

when fools role

In a world where wisdom whispers soft,  

And truth often hovers just out of sight,  ٠

The fools take the stage, their egos aloft,  

Dancing in shadows, basking in light.  

With masks made of laughter, they play their part,  

Each line a façade, each gesture a jest,  

In roles that they wear like a shield for their heart,  

They leap and they tumble, oblivious to rest.  

When fools play the king, the crown's full of rust,  

Their scepters are crooked, their thrones made of clay,  

Yet in their grand folly, there’s something to trust—  

They challenge the norms, in their own quirky way.  

And the jester, so wise, with a heart full of grace,  

Cracks jokes about life, while reflecting the truth,  

For in every stumble, in every misplaced chase,  

Lies a fleeting moment, a glimpse of our youth

Pain

In shadows cast by fleeting days,  

Time doesn’t heal, it simply stays.  

It teaches us to walk with sorrow,  

To find our strength for a brighter tomorrow.  

We carry wounds, both deep and real,  

Yet learn to dance, despite the zeal.  

With every ache, we find our way,  

Living with pain, we greet each day.  

Roses of sorrow

If you had a rose for every sorrow,  

You'd have to pick a whole field,  

Petals whispering tales of tomorrow,  

In hues of pain, love, and yield.  

Each thorn a memory, sharp and true,  

In gardens where shadows gently creep,  

A bloom for each heartache, every rue,  

In the soil of secrets buried deep.  

Yet amidst the thorns, beauty grows,  

A tapestry of vibrant grace,  

For in our sorrow, wisdom flows,  

A dance of light, a tender embrace.  

So gather the roses, one by one,  

In their fragrance, find hope, and run.  

Everything is temporary

Everything is temporary, like whispers in the breeze,  

A fleeting sigh of daylight, as shadows kiss the trees.  

Moments dance like fireflies, in twilight's soft embrace,  

They flicker bright for just a while, then vanish without trace.  

Cherish all the laughter, and hold on to the tears,  

For every joy contains a hint of all our hidden fears.  

In every sigh of sorrow, there's a lesson we can glean,  

That life is but a river, flowing through the unseen.  

Embrace the ebb and flow, like tides upon the shore,  

For everything is temporary, yet rich in every core.  

So love with all your spirit, and dare to let it show,  

In the fleeting, find the beauty, in the moment, let it glow.  

The art of yesterday

In the whispers of forever, our hearts entwine,  

Beneath the watchful stars, in a dance divine.  

Soft echoes of the night weave a tapestry bright,  

As shadows blend with moonlight, painting dreams in flight.  

With every stolen glance, a world begins to bloom,  

In the gentle touch of silence, dispelling all the gloom.  

Time becomes a river, flowing swift and deep,  

In the depths of our connection, we find the peace we seek.  

Seasons waltz around us, as moments slip away,  

Yet in the arms of memory, we find a place to stay.  

Your laughter, like a melody, lingers in the air,  

A symphony of joy, in a world that's ours to share.  

So let us roam together, through valleys wide and far,  

With dreams painted on the canvas, beneath the guiding star.  

In the whispers of forever, our souls shall intertwine,  

As we journey through the ages, your heart forever mine.  

When darkness grow

What do you call it when all you feel is pain?
When your loved ones look at you and all you feel is shame?
When your tired of living and playing this game?
when you know your life is meaningless and your the only one to blame?
What do you call it when the hurt is in your soul?
When you smile and laugh but you know its all a show?
When you feel like you've hit your all time low?
When nothing makes you happy and the darkness around you grows?
What do you call it when you feel so alone?
When your in your house but it don't feel like home?
When you look back in your life and every choice you made now seems wrong?
When the wait to die seems too long.

Life as it is..

 1. Nobody cares about you, your plans, your goals, or your little dramas. So, stop pretending they do, or getting upset when they don’t. Do the good things you have to do for your benefits.

2. When it comes to reaching your goals, discipline is more important than motivation. If you don’t have discipline, you will never be committed to anything.

3. You are the only person capable of changing your life; no one can do that for you and no amount of excuses can do it for you. The easiest way to change yourself is to change the things you do each day.

4. The biggest threat to your progression in life isn’t something or someone around you. It is you.

5. The key to a successful life lies not in what you know, but in what you do with what you know.

6. Failure is just a steppingstone on the road to success.

7. You can’t change the past, but you can still destroy your future if you repeat the mistakes.

8. Success is not about what you accomplish, it’s about who you become in the process.

9. Your comfort zone is a barren place. Nothing ever grows there.

10. Anything in life worth achieving will not be easy to get. Stop believing otherwise. If it was easy, everyone would get what they wanted. Most people give up on their goals when things become too difficult. Don’t be like them.

Always remember

 

Sweetheart ... 

In the whispers of forever, our hearts entwine,

Lair..

 

Where was you, when..., 
when I was losing every part of me.!
When fire was raging deep inside of me.!
When flowers will depend amongst the trees.!
Who and where will i be.!!
How does it feel,
when you burn in others desires.!
When you do everything the others admire.!
When you scream from your heart as if you have never screamed before and your beloved called you a lair.!
i can guess how it feels to be torn apart.. apart from all that made you whole.

My AI life..

  When blame falls, let it rest on shoulders meant to bear. Not yours, not mine, not those who stood by truly caring. No fixing for those who wouldn't lift a hand. Different choices bring different lands. Some hearts are hardened, hopeless as stone. Why beat our minds and hearts against the wall alone? Let go of futile hopes, let healing begin.

Hold On

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die 
Life is a broken-winged bird ... That cannot fly. 
Hold fast to dreams for when dreams go 
Life is a barren field ... Frozen with snow.

Try for paint

I asked a hundred painters and a hundred poets, how to paint sunlight
on the face of life..!!
Their answers were ambiguous and ingenuous, as if they were all guarding trade secrets
Where as it seems to me all you have to do, is conceive of the whole world
and all humanity
as a kind of art work
a site-specific art work
an art project of the god of light
the whole earth and all that's in it
to be painted with light.
And the first thing you have to do
is paint out postmodern painting
And the next thing is to paint yourself
in your true colors
in primary colors
as you see them
paint yourself as you see yourself
without make-up
without masks
Then paint your favorite people and animals, with your brush loaded with light.
And be sure you get the perspective right and don't fake it because one false line leads to another

And don't forget to paint all those who lived their lives as bearers of light, paint their eyes
and the eyes of every animal
and the eyes of beautiful women
known best for the perfection of their breasts
and the eyes of men and women
known only for the light of their minds
Paint the light of their eyes
the light of sunlit laughter
the song of eyes
the song of birds in flight

And remember that the light is within
if it is anywhere
and you must start painting from inside

Home

When your eyes freeze behind the grey window and the ghost of loss

gets into you,

may a flock of colors, indigo, red, green, and azure blue come .. come to awaken in you a meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays in the currach of thought and a stain of ocean

blackens beneath you,

may there come across the waters a path of yellow moonlight to bring you safely home.

Woman's

To know women well
You need certain truth to tell
You have good heart in male
That is very much liked by female
If there is no respect for female
No good thoughts to think of and inhale
You may be called feminine
But there may be real famine
We may be strangulated
The birth place may be regulated
It will remain completely unrelated
Causes and problems are definitely related
She may remain as sex symbol
This is really pathetic hole
We blame her for everything as whole
She is center of attraction for all
She has everything to excel
On all fronts doing exceptionally well
Carrying the home front and others as well
There is altogether complete story to tell
Can we regulate any thing on her or impose?
Can’t we put trust in her or repose?
Does it harm our interest or cause?
We need to apply break or observe pause
Respect begets the respect
Shake well the conscience to introspect
It is real union or bond
Male n female relation must be cordially found