March 2009
Tuesday, 17. March 2009, 14:46:20
In one of the gardens I saw a baby, It was crying, laughing at the future.
It was carrying stories with her , It was looking up, It was looking at the light skies!
So dark cloud come towards her but no longer it appeared to suffer any pain. the Sun comes to set, and the baby went away, sleep tight.
Life is short, we've no time to live in a green dresses , I do like the oceans' waves , It makes you feeling life , It shows you the fewer arts that you can't see and that you've no enough time to learn them in!
Sunday, 15. March 2009, 18:05:00
The morning wet grass is so fair, that green garment looks so original, it brings us hope, happiness as well as fear.
The leaves of the trees are damp, that last night was so cold. No one is there, Silence prevail...no sound!
the night comes..!
Some flowers are swaying right and left, up and down...They're in a darkness, I want to bring them light, i want to hit the mark but that trust roses hurt me, that is the speechless song.
The spectrum of the glacier is inside, it's not a joke because it's so painful, the thorn are so harm.
It's needless to live in here, we've to be back home!
Teardrops fall down but i would go to great length.
Friday, 13. March 2009, 14:37:31
عبرات تنهمر من شلال دافق
شلال سئمت مياهه الجريان
شلال يكمن مجراه في بطون البحار
أعماق الكهوف و القلوب
بريق المياه خداع
خريرها آهات و آلام
شكت فرددت
خابت فأصبت
سئمت الورود المياه
كرهت الأمطار الغيوم
و فرت السعادة من بريق الأمل
Wednesday, 11. March 2009, 16:00:15
I have read an Archive and i would like to share some lines with you,
What does 'freedom' mean?
Does the eagle want to swim in the sea,
Restricted by the sky? Does the fish want to dance on the wind,
Not enough river to explore?
Yet the sky is freedom for the bird but death for the fish,
The sea is wide for the fish but will engulf the bird.
We ask for freedom but freedom to do what?
We can only express our nature as it was created.
The prayer mat of the earth is freedom,
freedom from slavery to other than the One,
Who offers an shoreless ocean of love to swim in and a horizon that extends to the next life,
Yet we chose the prison and call it freedom
Wednesday, 11. March 2009, 14:55:50
In a brighten Stars, there’s charm, the butterfly dances over a tune of sadness, I turn on the light of dreams, it doesn’t relieve.
I lie back on the grass looking at the fair dark sky, I relax not so long, it is relating stories, the brighten Stars get a party, I am listening to their magnificent wisdom...I am speculating that lovely picture then I find two wings of mine wobbling in here and there.
A long novel I live, right mind I have...that’s myself, my deception
Like that I spend my sideral day!!
Tuesday, 10. March 2009, 18:56:14
It was windy, no body was there...Silence, Silence!
From time to time the winds' squeak had been heard, I was afraid, i needed a spot light but it was dark, so very dark, no Moon, no Sun at night ... SUN! is there any ray?. My heart is beating, I will arrive late unless I harry, how can I be on time?! I don't like to be there! i don't want!
All of a sudden, I found myself there, in between…! Waves up and down, my loud shrieks were for no use, the ocean couldn’t be stopped.
Every land dreams to be green one day.
The skies like to be blue every day.
All the candles turned off BUT again, the Sun shines and the heart became warm.
I hope one day my heart becomes warm!!!!
Thursday, 5. March 2009, 18:17:29
After centuries, here i am again, since the cloud contains rain, my soul keeps hope.
Strong feeling i have.long lost self!
I have many news but no news i can remember....so strange but i feel that i was absent.
Water survives the dead land.
I used to write but non is right! Needless to cry if you'll fly and so i will.
I miss my page but thanks to Allah , here i am again!
I am alive!
WIDGETIZE