I'm right here

And when they tell you I'm gone
don't panic, sit still and wait
don't miss me nor look for me
for I'm right here
between your lungs
beneath your rib cage
and when it's almost dawn
and you can't fall a sleep
look for me in your books
I'll be right here
rhyming poems about how good you were to me
narrating novels about how much you knew me
lighting jasmine scented candles
and humming in your ears the prettiest lullaby
and as i watch you fall asleep
I'll catch every pretty dream that passes by
and kiss it into you really deep
and when you wake up
don't fall in love with me
don't remember me nor write to me
because they will tell you I'm gone
and this time you'll miss me
and you might even look for me
but won't find me near
because you were never here my dear ...

But one gray man...

But one gray man stood under the moonlight 

waiting for me to stir the quietness in his soul 

 and as i gazed at his midnight dark eyes 

he kissed me with lips of fire and heart of stone

 and as i picked up the falling ashes from my face

 the cool breeze in his silence
was flickering words i couldn’t chase
they sounded different from my own
uttered by a husky voice full of grace
allured my heart to start a race
and when i said “am alone”  

his eyes shimmered and glimmered 

 like a galaxy floating in space

 his hands shivered and trembled

 like a kid eager to explore the place

 his long fine wings fit tightly around me 

spreading warmth and love and serenity

 all in one embrace 

then winter had to crawl under our feelings 

 little doubtful snowflakes had to fall from the ceiling 

fading the moon behind clouds as vague as his core 

and the night got darker and darker 

until he was visible no more ... 

 

 

Cold in July...

When July comes ...
don't bring me flowers
it's not comfortable to watch two things die
flowers shall be forbidden in funerals ...
for it's a reminder that everything beautiful must die ...
don't utter any kind of wisdom ..I already know what's life ...
it's a noose in the shape of a necktie
it's a force brings you down every time you fly
it's where your beautiful dreams and hopeful beams seem so wry
it's that malevolent laughter, sarcastic whispers in the deepest crypts of your mind ...
so when July come ...
don't offer me your shoulder
because nothing has touched me since the day he died
don't approach me with looks of sympathy and empathy
because all the feelings inside me has dried ...
if you wanna be useful to me ...
if you think you can help me ...
then revive my love
bring him back to life ...
tell him i wanna talk to him ... for one last time
tell him i wanna see his face ...
it's terrifying how his features ... his words ... his smell
everything is fading without a trace
I can no longer remember his eyes
or the way he curls his lips when he smiles ...
revive my love
for i need a miracle to pass this July ...
it's so cold without you dear ... i need your warmth
for it can't be replaced ...
I need your love!
for it can't be erased ...
manipulate time.. take out July off my calendar
if i asked you why is it cold?
just tell me it's November
trick me.. fool me.. but don't make me remember..
that July has come and he is gone ...
don't bring flowers
don't need your shoulder
words don't matter
if you can't revive him
then just leave me alone...
 

dreams!

my goals in this life .. are like a white raven ...

so easy to imagine ... so hard to believe ...

my dreams in this life are the ones i can achieve ...

not the ones I forget the moment i open my eyes ...

not the ones people speak about after the achiever dies ...

you see my dreams ...

they are strong ... wild ... and alive ...

they don't belong to people ... or wait to be realized ...

my dreams are me ... 

they are my name in disguise ...

might not be so big in size ... 

might not sound genius and wise ... 

but they are the prettiest part of me ... 

the confidence that's built with in me ... 

I hold them high above my head 

like a mother so proud of her kid ....

and when ever life slaps me so hard ... 

I don't think of tears to shed ... 

or think of a past that is so dead ... 

I just spread their soft presence on my skin .... 

they bring peace to this heart ... 

they heal wounds that is so sour and tart ... 

where they mix and blend ... 

fix what has been broken and rent ... 

creating this piece of art ... 

and I'm not rhyming them to emphasis ...

or telling you that life sounds easy when you dream and fantasize ... 

that would be me telling nothing but lies ...

my dreams are the exponent of life ... 

it's what makes this chest go down and rise ... 

and whenever i ask my self ... why me ?

why is it my existence that it tries to defies ?

I remember that life is not just about living long with loose bonds and ties ... 

it's my dreams and goals that it defines ...

the tree of life

time has elapsed and overlapped upon us
and I'm still crawling toward a glory of lust ...
unrequited desire ...
one sided admirer ...
that's me collecting nothing but dust
that's me so old and full of rust
and that's me drowning in my trust
believing in sun and fire
that my warmth brings calmness out of this ire
my shaft has gotten weak and i'm so tired
water sapped of me and i grow drier
but i stand still as those winds thrust
i let go of the stolen leaves by august
for i no longer flower
and my fruits are as good as a liar
but i ought to live and grow higher
as long as my roots are well bound
clinging desperately to this ground
climbing away from that cozy down
wait not to be found but be a finder
slip away from a dreadful mire
what i aspire ?
a wingless flier
a dauntless sire
i am the wistful riser
reaching an apex of me that is so clear and profound
where i proudly spread my shadows around
indulge my scent in what you surround
and i gladly accept what i found
your birds will always live within me
safe and sound ...

i'll always be an avid ...

When i was 13 and i decided to start writing poems ... I took a blank paper and held it in my hands... I looked at it and before i grab the pen and start un-blanking it.. i asked my self..Why am i doing this?
at the time i didn't think of how hard it would be to come up with words that doesn't even belong to my mother language .. I didn't think of how impossible it sounded to say i write poems and i'm good at it ... I just wanted to indulge my self in that world ..
A world where a mere word can be so powerful it can shudder a whole body and make my heart throb ... A world where words can be sharper than a sword and faster than a bullet bolted from a gun.. A place where the beauty of a mind is more desirable than a beauty of a face or a body ... A place Where a beads of thoughts worth a lot more than a beads of diamonds ...
And now after 9 years It still sounds impossible to say that i write poems and i'm good at it .. But i still wanna be part of this world ... I like this world of poems and poetry and i'll alway be an avid ...

gotic words

first don't mess with the ‪#‎many_faced‬ people .. if you encountered any just stab them with a ‪#‎needle‬ ...be aware of the ‪#‎night‬ for its dark and full of terror .. be an ‪#‎oath_keeper‬ and wisdom seeker... my friend i'm privileged to have you in my life.. for your ‪#‎wolf‬ like loyalty and ‪#‎ned_stark‬ bravery and ‪#‎sansa_like‬ kindness ... so when ever ‪#‎winter_comes‬ and ‪#‎snow‬ makes you feel like ‪#‎you_know_nothing‬ i'll be there with my ‪#‎valyrian_steel‬ daggers slaying all the ‪#‎white_walkers‬ ... and if your goals ever felt so far away i'll lend you my ‪#‎dragons‬ so you can fly away and catch them ... my dear friend i hope you wrap all the happiness of the world on your ‪#‎little_finger‬
enjoy your special day just like George R.R martin enjoys killing his characters

giving birth to a bubble ...

#first i damp my hand in a slippery liquid thinking that this is the worst part of it ... and i seal the ring #in my hand with invisible yet so colorful figure ... 

second i blow ... yes i blow pushing the air of my lungs ... gently or else the beautiful figure will break ... 

#third success... the beautiful figure is made ... and it's gorgeous as it seems ... dancing over the tips of my horizon untangling my fears ... resolving my  worrying knots one by one ... and tears of joy gather in my eyes scattering my sadness ...

 oh beautiful bubble ... stop flirting with the winds it makes my heart flutter ...

 oh wait ... don't fly away dear bubble , here stay where i can see you .... i said ... i used my hands as a compelling force  ... i did ... 

#fourth death! ... the bubble is gone .. 

time of death: dusk of every evening 

at: memories of future..  

the murderer: me