Photography VS Poetry
September 20, 2009
A Collection of Some Inspiring Brilliant Shots Captured By A Friend of Mine
The Enchanted Bird

Don’t you see me yet?
I’m the beautiful one with the longest neck
I walk in pride,
I hush and hide
But In My Fantasy;
You are the Noble Enchanter,
I’m the Princess in her Royal Velvet
Then you hit,
Coquette;
With your Magical Stick.
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Sailing Away
Move the oars so strongly,
Sail across the sea
May be you reach a place
Where you find the Ecstasy.
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No Sailor No Life
I stand and thinking
I search and got disappointed
I ask and No Answer
Where is my other half?
And all is here are empty boats
And all is here is Silent.
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Leaping beyond the Winds
Fly my little wings
Fly and hit the sky
Cause here is dusky and a little bit bleak
And up there you may find the green bay;
The Slopes covered with flowers that you always seek.
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Strange Similarity

The Boat, My Boat
The only colorful thing in my gray world
Your Sailor shaped you well
And colored your oaken wood,
Then abandoned you here Roughly
Alone with your Solitude
Wings, My Wings
You who have soared me above the Ocean
Now you harbored here without a sweet Emotion
Did the immense sky swear,
That you will flutter No more
And become a homeless bird for Infinity
Or It’s written in your destiny,
That you will roost in this hopeless boat,
And become to him the companion and the friend
Now I see and observed
How much the boat and I;
Were became to this such similarity .
Infinite Magic
May 4, 2009

Your Eyes can’t lie
No can’t lie
They are Innocent, Florescent
Glowing in the Dark
Glowing from Optimism, Passion and Desire
But Most of All is Love
They are Extracting joy from life
Expending their brightness in vain
I myself hovered into your eyes
And in a quick, you erased all my pain
Your voice can’t hurt
No,
Can’t ever hurt
Neither your song
It is all about Love
And it will always echoes in my thoughts and in my heart
It was soothing me
Taking me to the imaginary Fairies Land
Flying me to the farthest skies
You and Me
Hand to Hand
Your touch
I never known
Poor me
I never known
Never savored its dove
Never been attached to your skin my Love
Your lips is a hunting arrow
Kept hunting my feelings endlessly
Its molasses entrapped me
Entrapped my heart beats’ privacy
Oh, I ache for this Intimacy
I ache for this Intimacy
Alas !!
I thought you are my shelter,
My Night’s whisper
I thought you are Me
Finding my soul Finally
And no more my tired body will live in Solitary
I thought a thousand thoughts
A thousand ideas
A thousand laughs I will share it with you
A thousand words
A thousand letters I will write you
A thousand Moments that I will miss,
your eyes and everything attached to them
I may be Simple
I may be Quiet
I may be a dreamer
I may be a tiny star unnoticed among the nearing ones whose brighten your night
But I have my own eyes
And they are all I have
And I saw the kindness in yours
I saw clarity
I saw the magic go infinity
I saw Heaven
And sensed by my face a magical breeze
I saw a Poet, An Artist
But Alas, My Love
I’m not your Masterpiece .
Tattered Spirits
April 24, 2009

The hours seems endless
Darkness is the only thing here
Except the dim light from my last candle
whose consuming to exist
I thought I could write before it gone
But all I got here is an empty sheet,
And a full bottle of ink
I’m lost as my candle
I’m torn as my sad odes
He tore my heart in sunder
In love senseless game
No words could describe such a pain,
Such a shame
And oft in my solitude I sigh
And oft I remember his voice and cry
Till I heard a plea ..
I opened my window
I can see and I can hear
Other lost spirits
Walking, walking to and fro
Calling me to join them
And share them their despair
Beneath the moon’s pale beams
Among the trembling flowers,
And the forlorn trees
I opened my door
And walked towards them
I know what they are feeling
I know it all
I was one of them one day
And now I’m coming back home
I was in a dream
A perfect dream
A was in a song
A loftier Romantic one
I wrote the lyrics
And,
He sung
He captured a picture of love
Desperately, I was in
I was in and I was weary
Weary of the state I’m in
I watched him with Eternal Lids apart
As I know that he was a Miracle
And Miracles never last
And I couldn’t keep him , just ..
For a little longer
Now he is gone
And now I woke
I woke, Not from my slumber
I woke from my waking
Now I can let my Lids Rest ..
Hello ..
Hello ..
Hello tattered spirits
I’m back
We could Rest now
And enjoy our splendid tranquil Sleeping .
الدفتر و الفنجان و الهاتف
March 26, 2009
أغلق الدفتر
وتاهت رائحة القهوة وما عاد مكاني هو عنوانها
وصمتت نغمات الهاتف و ما عادت تتردد في أرجاء المكان
رحلت
تركت فتاتك ورحلت
أتيت في أول الشتاء و في آخره ذهبت و بعدت و أنا شقيت
كيف حالك يا فتاة , كنت تجلس أمامي كل صباح و ترددها
ألم تعلم إني سأفتقدك بشدة و سأفتقدها
لا أصدق إني لن أرى عيناك البندقيتان مرة ثانية
ولا أصدق إن المكان سيخلو من عطرك الفضي و من ضحكاتك الطفولية
لا أصدق .. عقلي يرفض أن يصدق
إنك تركتني وحدي
تركت فتاتك
تركت فتاة كان اسمها زهرة الزنبق
الآن أصبحت الزهرة صخرة
لا تشعر بأي إحساس
يراها الآخرون و لا يبتهجون كما كانوا يبتهجون
فقط يحزنون لصمتها
ولكن عذرا لها
كلما أحبت أحدا تركها
وكلما أنست جليسا أبعده القدر وحال بينه و بينها
و عذرا لها
فإنها تراك نقطة إلتقاء الأمان بشواطئ خوفها
وفصل معتدل أجوائه في وسط فصول خريفها
ونجمة ساطعة عالية
تحارب السحب العنيدة لكي تستدل هي منها على دربها
ولكنك رحلت
لأنها تركت مدينة الخيال
وخطيت صوب عالم الأحياء
تاركة أشباح الأرواح التائهة
تاركة قلاعها العالية الخالية
تاركة كل أحلامها الزائفة
فقد أفاقت من نومها المديد
وستبحث عن جسد يحتوي روحها
ستبحث عن الحياة
فقد ملت من هبوب الرياح التي تدمر رمال مدينة الخيال
فما عادت الآن رياح و لا رمال و لا قلاع
لقد أغلق الدفتر
و رحلت أنت
و رحلت هي
Life is Fine — by Langston Hughes
December 27, 2008

I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn’t,
So I jumped in and sank.I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn’t a-been so cold
I might’ve sunk and died.
But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!
I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.
I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn’t a-been so high
I might’ve jumped and died.
But it was High up there! It was high!
So since I’m still here livin’,
I guess I will live on.
I could’ve died for love–
But for livin’ I was born
Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry–
I’ll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.
Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!




