love seems real till you awake

The farthest place to be from the nearest place you can be... close your eyes & all the fears will vanish and disappear... on a saddle over a colt black horse darker the darkness itself... a horse that sighs like a violin and leaves golden dust where ever it steps... like a medieval knight you rise riding through the skies... passing the remains of old Jerusalem and the roman catholic churches... across the Arabian deserts to Makah and its high minarets... jumping over a hurdle of cloud.. up we go to the endless skies... a minute where the sun sets and a minute where the sun just rise... playing polo with the north star that glows like a diamond mine... dancing waltz in a Viennese night... carving her name on your chest and stabbing your self to a mystery death... open you eyes your back in your misery bed
love seems real till you awake

"i have nothing to say"

i have nothing to say A
i have nothing to say S
i have nothing to say I
i have nothing to say M

I have a rain of words to say
but every letter I press is like a stab in the chest..

Endings

It is strange how we care so much about endings. Endings are important but sometimes not as important as the beginning or the heart of the story. I could ruin a whole movie by telling someone about the ending scenario. As I was saying, stories have endings they are either happy or sad ones, some prefer happy endings and others prefer a tragic sad one. However, if we focus on the story endings they are actually fake endings. All the stories in the world have the same ending which is they all die at the end. I’m sure Cinderella died somewhere in her castle, or how about the Seven Dwarfs I'm sure all seven of them died, I am also pretty sure that Grumpy was the first to pass. Anyways we all live our own story, and we all try so hard to fix our story up, sometimes it is a happy one and many times it is a sad one. We should always live in the moment and do our best when it comes to living our story. Nevertheless, never think much about how it ends, because I know the ending and I do not want to spoil the story for you.

Careless

Its not always hard to know if someone cares about you, you know by the way he looks at you or the way he speaks to you, or any gesture that a human being can release to show that he cares. I don't deny that people are different and every single human has his own way of showing his love or interest. Still you can tell if this human cares or not. There is a lot of things I hate in life, one major thing I hate is if someone I care about disappears without any notice. It doesn't make a different if its only one night, he has to remember that there is someone out there who is constantly worried about him. anyway, here I am again worried about someone that I care about, its not the first time he has done it but damn this time I feel it right throw the heart. I called his phone a thousand times, I PING!!ed his BBm as much and still no answer.

All I want to know is that you are ok.. I need nothing more then one message.. That is only if you care..

Blind

I close my eyes

I listen to all the footsteps around me

some are distance and some are as close as my heart beats

sound is the language of the blind

here he is with his broken steps

walking in the dark when he feels the heat of the sun light

moving his cane like a dog sniffing the ground

he stops to cross the road

waiting for a hand to guide him threw the stream

but it seems that all of us are blind..

over there is an old lady carrying her groceries

she stops every one, two-three, four, five steps

while we fly pass her with our young feet..

not far away sitting on a bucket

a mother with nothing but an empty pocket

she has no work no man no shelter from the weather..

there is a story in every foot on this road

being blind is never about the eyesight ..

Knocking on My Bedroom Door

The sky is grey and roaring with thunder

White lightning burns as if stars were falling

Then there were soft knocks on my bedrooms door

Slowly the door is open

Asim, my son, the sky is only praying

The rain is tears the sound is mourning

Come close to my heart

Till your eye lashes are hugging

Nightmares never come when you are close to a mother

Years fly by

The sky is grey and never stopped roaring

But no matter how I listen, the door is never knocking

Prisoner

a prisoner I am…
in a dungeon of my own
a prisoner that held the keys in his hand
a prisoner I am
in a cell on my own

crowded with people but yet I am alone
silent as the depth of the oceans
cold as the winters of the poles
dark as the shadows of the dead

if I spoke my words stopped at the tip of my lips
if I cried my tears stopped at the tip of my eyelashes
if I forget I will remember that I forgot
I water my thirst with a bucket of thirst

a prisoner I am
with dreams and no hopes
memories keep me like bars, hold me like chains
my tears shout out with tears
my voice tumbles down like a pebble that falls
I have the key but where is my door…