She hid her bruises
And waited for the sun
The pillow felt hard
Her sides went numb
The voices in her head
Became louder
Her heart went faster
Love goes the extra mile
And she had none
His voice
Replayed with the sounds of morning
She fought the pain in her stomach
...it hasn’t been easy
But the wrong he saw
Defeated the will
And the desire that shall
Break the sunset
From the last ray
To the sound of stillness
"Till we meet again
Till paths that seemed
Once intact..
My existence shall vanish
And my portrait shall be
Forever impaired"
Nov 7, 2009
Nov 2, 2009
You go back to your misery now..
Hoping for nothing..
Sitting, waiting..
Waiting for that phase to pass
For your life to move on
For the mistakes to heal
Stay still now
Or the picture will fade
The chaotic balance will sway
Can't venture, but hoping to gain
That moonlight will stay in a fantasy
Keep your hair on your face
Or people will see your tearful eyes
Or just show them..
They won't get it anyway..
Hoping for nothing..
Sitting, waiting..
Waiting for that phase to pass
For your life to move on
For the mistakes to heal
Stay still now
Or the picture will fade
The chaotic balance will sway
Can't venture, but hoping to gain
That moonlight will stay in a fantasy
Keep your hair on your face
Or people will see your tearful eyes
Or just show them..
They won't get it anyway..
Sep 30, 2009
Analyze
For the humiliation scars to be redeemed.. not with love.. perhaps.. but with hope. As she puffed another one in the sky and rolled her eyes and head spun. Her hair caressed her shoulders. She whined and cried though she hated to do so. Nearly later she put on the fancy shoes she paid off with the price of her words; and her glass she bang with males she barely liked. Another puff, to rule out the new year. Another bang to turn down the man with the nice smile.
And so to be rewarded for a mind of a genius, a sense of a sensitive, a caress of a lover's; would probably dust off the books or pull a ring off of her finger.. probably.
Hate her, love her, detest her, she ruled; her spirit, her body, her soul. And missed redeeming her scars. Forever more, forever more.
And so to be rewarded for a mind of a genius, a sense of a sensitive, a caress of a lover's; would probably dust off the books or pull a ring off of her finger.. probably.
Hate her, love her, detest her, she ruled; her spirit, her body, her soul. And missed redeeming her scars. Forever more, forever more.
Sep 13, 2009
A ray from within
Shone through my eyes
Go on and leave
Your sight is not mine
My heart yells
My will rises
My breath pulls you away
Leave
Your sight is not mine
Once I sang
Once I laughed
Once nothing mattered
And my strings played till dawn
But clouds darkened the light
And shade hummed the evil
Leave
You shall not break
The spirit of mine
Sweet love
Your tender look I beg
Once comforting touch
I hale
Lies pour down your cheeks
Go on and leave
I must revive
Aut libri aut liberi
غنائي خناجر ورد
Trekni 2ool
I waited till I saw the sun..
تعطرت برائحة الزعتر وجَمّلتُ شعري بزيت الزيتون
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
Guevara shall see the light
Shone through my eyes
Go on and leave
Your sight is not mine
My heart yells
My will rises
My breath pulls you away
Leave
Your sight is not mine
Once I sang
Once I laughed
Once nothing mattered
And my strings played till dawn
But clouds darkened the light
And shade hummed the evil
Leave
You shall not break
The spirit of mine
Sweet love
Your tender look I beg
Once comforting touch
I hale
Lies pour down your cheeks
Go on and leave
I must revive
Aut libri aut liberi
غنائي خناجر ورد
Trekni 2ool
I waited till I saw the sun..
تعطرت برائحة الزعتر وجَمّلتُ شعري بزيت الزيتون
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
Guevara shall see the light
Sep 5, 2009
تكبّر.. تكبر
فمهما يكن من جفاك
ستبقى، بعيني و لحمي، ملاك
و تبقى، كما شاء لي حبنا أن أراك
نسيمك عنبر
و أرضك سكر
و إني أحبك.. أكثر
يداك خمائل
و لكنني لا أغني ككل البلابل
فإن السلاسل
تعلمني أن أقاتل
أقاتل.. أقاتل
لأني أحبك أكثر
غنائي خناجر ورد
و صمتي طفولة رعد
و زنيقة من دماء فؤادي
و أنت الثرى و السماء
و قلبك أخضر
و جزر الهوى، فيك، مدّ
فكيف، إذن، لا أحبك أكثر
و أنت، كما شاء لي حبنا أن أراك
نسيمك عنبر
و أرضك سكر
و قلبك أخضر
وإنّي طفل هواك
على حضنك الحلو
أنمو و أكبر
محمود درويش
Aug 14, 2009
The challenge of a blank white paper..
Identities to come
Spirits to breathe
Lives to be written
Merges to be formed
Names to be given
Rooms to be colored
Pain to overcome
Hands to hold
Gifts to be received
First bath
First crawl
First day at school
Money to be paid
Actions to be forbidden
Will to be grounded
Responsibilities to be a burden
Future lacking progress
Blindness to truthfulness
Identities to be destroyed
Spirits to be crushed
Lives to replay the symphony of humanity
And life goes on…
Spirits to breathe
Lives to be written
Merges to be formed
Names to be given
Rooms to be colored
Pain to overcome
Hands to hold
Gifts to be received
First bath
First crawl
First day at school
Money to be paid
Actions to be forbidden
Will to be grounded
Responsibilities to be a burden
Future lacking progress
Blindness to truthfulness
Identities to be destroyed
Spirits to be crushed
Lives to replay the symphony of humanity
And life goes on…
Jul 19, 2009
Jul 11, 2009
He...
Te amo…
Didn’t she say I love you?
I rest my head, but my soul floats still. My heart lost track of emotions and time no longer indulged meaning. I can never understand why the scent still lingers in my head, why the touch of her hair is still felt on my cheek.
Didn’t she say I love you?
Words are beyond comprehension, numbness lies in so deep.
Didn’t she say I love you?
Someone tell me what she said; skip condolences, never mind the crushed spirit you see before you…someone tell me… Did those words lose essence? Did they stop being the words I long for?
Will her hands feel some other's chest.. Will her lips warm some other's cheek.. Will her looks dazzle some other's bones.. Will her touch belong to some other's shyness…
Didn’t she say I love you…
I don’t think I'm going to LA anymore.. I'm not sure that I really ever could.. Pass by her bedroom neighborhood and not knock on her door…
Didn’t she say I love you…
Didn’t she say I love you?
I rest my head, but my soul floats still. My heart lost track of emotions and time no longer indulged meaning. I can never understand why the scent still lingers in my head, why the touch of her hair is still felt on my cheek.
Didn’t she say I love you?
Words are beyond comprehension, numbness lies in so deep.
Didn’t she say I love you?
Someone tell me what she said; skip condolences, never mind the crushed spirit you see before you…someone tell me… Did those words lose essence? Did they stop being the words I long for?
Will her hands feel some other's chest.. Will her lips warm some other's cheek.. Will her looks dazzle some other's bones.. Will her touch belong to some other's shyness…
Didn’t she say I love you…
I don’t think I'm going to LA anymore.. I'm not sure that I really ever could.. Pass by her bedroom neighborhood and not knock on her door…
Didn’t she say I love you…
Jun 6, 2009
her diamonds...
She spilled her diamonds, and looked straight in the eyes framed in the small mirror. She took one sip from the once hot coffee; put on her sunglasses, and made her way away from the single-chaired table.
Short on time, she drew lines on the ground leading her towards him. Her high heels seemed to make the only sound in the crowded street. Only she felt a cool pure breeze in that hot summer day; her heart was confident, she wanted his embrace back.
A long tree shaded the doorbell; that seemed a bare beating heart. Her breath trembled as a minute passed by. Two minutes, five minutes. She turned around, diamonds piling up again.
Her head span as the noise of the street appeared, people's eyes wondered in her yellow face. She could only go back to that single-chaired table and watch love in the arms of passersby.
As her high heels gave her a shivering pain up her spine, she dragged herself to where she was an hour earlier; with no happy ending of her own.
The single-chaired table was occupied; only it had another chair added, he was sitting there waiting for her. A smile touched her heart as he grabbed her arms and said…
Never will you wait for a breeze to dry your diamonds…
Short on time, she drew lines on the ground leading her towards him. Her high heels seemed to make the only sound in the crowded street. Only she felt a cool pure breeze in that hot summer day; her heart was confident, she wanted his embrace back.
A long tree shaded the doorbell; that seemed a bare beating heart. Her breath trembled as a minute passed by. Two minutes, five minutes. She turned around, diamonds piling up again.
Her head span as the noise of the street appeared, people's eyes wondered in her yellow face. She could only go back to that single-chaired table and watch love in the arms of passersby.
As her high heels gave her a shivering pain up her spine, she dragged herself to where she was an hour earlier; with no happy ending of her own.
The single-chaired table was occupied; only it had another chair added, he was sitting there waiting for her. A smile touched her heart as he grabbed her arms and said…
Never will you wait for a breeze to dry your diamonds…
May 21, 2009
I’ve been traveling on this road too long, just trying to find my way back home. But the old me is dead and gone.
Blessings of a struggling heart; people by her side seemed to fade like the northern lights. On a highway of unknown destinies her eyes met with another pair, her hand stretched through the window, and lingered through the winds of change.
Thoughts of a sober mind; up on a standing monotonous tree, they did what they had to do. Life evolved into a duty, those who obeyed grew like leaves till the day the yellow dullness filled their hearts; those who rebelled turned into seeds, disengaged from the mother tree and defined the new jazz.
Traces of bleeding feet; supposing the rain doesn’t wash away the passing time, he’ll keep on sitting waiting wishing. The corner of the street defined home, the wooden bench defined a not so comfy bed. A place and time through an abandoned window that missed her hand and the once daily flying kiss.
Clouds over the spotless humanity; wake up, drink your coffee, and through a screen of media listen to the evil deeds of a human hand through a sweet calm voice. Made for you to keep updates of the globe you never saw, cultures you never met. Only then the sweet voice marks the country that your mum named home, a wreck that deserved the sweat of your hands. Your eyes follow the voice, only till it’s time to switch off the TV and head to the stillness in front of another screen.
Scars mark the intangible soul; look forward, anticipate, do not expect, await, names come and go, grow for no reason, speak of no target, reach out into nothing, feel the waves and the soft sand beneath your feet, let your hair down, look up, smile back, move on.
Blessings of a struggling heart; people by her side seemed to fade like the northern lights. On a highway of unknown destinies her eyes met with another pair, her hand stretched through the window, and lingered through the winds of change.
Thoughts of a sober mind; up on a standing monotonous tree, they did what they had to do. Life evolved into a duty, those who obeyed grew like leaves till the day the yellow dullness filled their hearts; those who rebelled turned into seeds, disengaged from the mother tree and defined the new jazz.
Traces of bleeding feet; supposing the rain doesn’t wash away the passing time, he’ll keep on sitting waiting wishing. The corner of the street defined home, the wooden bench defined a not so comfy bed. A place and time through an abandoned window that missed her hand and the once daily flying kiss.
Clouds over the spotless humanity; wake up, drink your coffee, and through a screen of media listen to the evil deeds of a human hand through a sweet calm voice. Made for you to keep updates of the globe you never saw, cultures you never met. Only then the sweet voice marks the country that your mum named home, a wreck that deserved the sweat of your hands. Your eyes follow the voice, only till it’s time to switch off the TV and head to the stillness in front of another screen.
Scars mark the intangible soul; look forward, anticipate, do not expect, await, names come and go, grow for no reason, speak of no target, reach out into nothing, feel the waves and the soft sand beneath your feet, let your hair down, look up, smile back, move on.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
