Sunday, September 9, 2012

Into the Field

Sitting on the sideline
Watching life passing by
With every glimpse at the moon
A smile curved and a dream to seep in through

Standing in the middle of the field
Swaying and twirling round and round
Listening to nature’s music conducting its own tunes
Tracing its sweet pure rhythms into my ears
Bursting out these fears
And breathing freedom and peace

Writing under the bright azure sky
Had reminded me how safety leads to love and how love leads to change
Running in between a yellow narrow corridor
Stretched arms are there to take focused aims and add more pains
But happiness grew brighter and larger
The road grew farther yet wider

Sunday, July 22, 2012


There is hope in every good seed you’ve planted
There is hope in every tear you shed.
There is hope in every faithful change you had committed to do.
There is hope in every valuable time you had spent.
What is hope?
Is it a rope around your neck?
Is it the change you’ve been waiting for?
Is it the wish you had made on every shooting star?
Is it a prayer you make once you are depressed?
What is it?

Hope is the feathers on every bird you see in the sky flying freely.
Hope is the smiles on every child’s face with traces of love and care.
Hope is the colors you see when no one sees them.
Hope is the sweetest melody you’d hear after every severe storm and bashful war guns. 
Hope is the knowledge you gained on every sight you’ve seen and book you had read.
Hope is when silence breaks on every ring of a bell and takes the fear away.
Hope is what keeps an author writing, a painter drawing, a designer designing, a journalist persuading, and a teacher educating.
Hope is when rivers of truth flow and flowers blossom to spring out pleasant smells and dancing butterflies.
 Are you still wondering or dreaming.
Or Waiting or chanting..
Or Wishing or praying..
Or Sitting or changing
Or Hoping??

Monday, April 9, 2012

Sweet Words

Sweet words set their wings and flew over the seas
They crossed the mountains and valleys
Fought sunset battles and negativity
Rode azure skies and dance with silver forked clouds

Sweet words landed on a tree
They dressed it up with colors and some ABCs
Gave some advises and hummed deep melodies
Composed lyrical poetry for the birds to whistle
and sang for the world to be free
Sweet words spotted me taking a photo
They flew toward me and wrapped me tightly
I couldn't breathe, I couldn't believe
These words ...these words
Can't be described
Except they are sweet, melodic, and dazzling too!!

Monday, March 26, 2012

Sunday, February 19, 2012

The Story Is About..

Here is a story of a young boy
When he was a star standing with joy
He was asked to tell a story
“A story about love, a story about wisdom, a story about a nation..a story”
Said a man from the audience
But the boy just and did not know what to do or say
 Thoughts were swinging and sliding on slides
Ideas were flying like eagles in the sky
Then he thought of something
It had blocked his thoughts, his mind, his smile
And he said…

What is a story when you run out of words?
What is a story when you are out of ideas?
What is a story when anger is a wall blocking your thoughts?
What is a story when tears are…

|* cries, cries  

“Cry over what?!” said a motivated future thought
Cry over unnecessary fights
Especially when dark is always turned into light
Cry over a frozen screen or torn book..
Cry over forbidden love or a sad look
Cry over a spoiled flower or plant
Over a dead memory buried in the past

|*cries cries

What is a story when the eyes are brimming with tears?
What is a story when reality is just a dream?
What is a story when vampires sucked all the ideas?
What is a story when no lines are attached?
What is it?
What is it?

|*moments of silence..breathe breathe

The audience was amazed and clapped
The young boy’s eyes gazed
And there
A smile was drawn on his face
With a light laugh

Sunday, February 5, 2012

The Timeline of Thoughts!

In 1983, Lebanon was in a civil war
and yes.. I was born
A year of devastation
when people cried for proper education... 

Bombs were dropping
buildings were collapsing
Windows were breaking
Shadows were hiding
Tears were dropping..
and fear...
oh fear..
years passed and what shall I add or recall.

*moment of silence |breathe breathe…

In 1990 the civil war was over
but the memories weren’t fading because they’re written on walls
Their traces were scattered on people’s doors

Knock, knock who is there?

The bells of the future were playing a sweet symphony
In such a harmony

I can smell the sweet scent of the flowers that a child had grown
I can see the green wild grass driven all around the flowers.
I can see the snow piling up on the mountains.. shining like white gold
I can even sense the warmth of …

“Wake up, wake up” said a voice.

Why do I have to wake up when I was not daydreaming?
Why do I have to …
Don’t you believe in hope?
Won’t you scream for hope?

Friday, January 13, 2012

What is a Border?

What is a border?                                                         
Is it a line that cuts two countries?
Is it a limit that defines each boundary?
What is a border?
Does it stop disorder?
Will it give new orders?
What is a border?
Does it keep you from dreaming?
Does it cease your shadow from beaming?
What is a border?
Is it swallowing your thoughts?
Is it destroying your hopes?
What is a border?
Who sets a border?
Is it you?
Is it me?
Is it them?
Is it us?
Can you tell me who?
Who are "You"?
Who am "I"?
Who are they?
Politicians to blame!
Leaders of shame!
Who is to be blamed?
Well.. all I am asking!?!
What is a border?