The 7 Things I like about you

The 7 things I like about you

1- Your Artistic view, The way you see things and appreciate them so well and how much it is amazing when you makes us see the beauty of this Universe thru your adoring eyes.

2- The Warmth in your voice and how this bring tears to my eyes and every time you start to sing I breathe out , I sigh , A sigh of relief  ..
I feel that your lilting voice is touching gently every fiber in me,

As every tone melts my soul slowly then exploding a combination of the most romantic emotions I have ever had or felt before.

3-  The way you talk and the way you listen,
It is  pretty good to find someone care, someone show you the light when darkness is all around and falls deeper and deeper,
Where in this time could we find such a person ?

Hmm, well ..
I found you.

4- The way you show how much you are so self-confident and the impression you always leave is that you are capable to do everything in this world just because you have ..

- A new different idea,
- Two hands wants to build the structure of a golden frame,
- And a Dreamy heart filling this precious frame with everything you want it to be happen.

5-  Your New Things ..

Every day you show up with a new conversation, a new story, new joke, a whole new person,

I never felt that I’m boring however you every day finds out something special in me,

You opened my eyes for things I never known in my personality before.
I remember someday I was feeling frustrated,
I was confused, so lost and you didn’t ask why…!!

People ask all the time
How are you?
Are you okay?
Is it something wrong?

And the usual answer the automatic one comes at once and we say,

I
am
Fine

I am Fine

This repeatable uncomfortable answer ..

Remember ..

“Elizabethtown”
The Movie ..
“Drew Baylor” { Orlando Bloom } kept saying
I’m Fine  .. I’m Fine .. I’m Fine  although he was in the Middle of his grief on his father’s Death.

So  “I’m Fine “ , In fact it ain’t an answer !

But you didn’t
You didn’t ask me that day
You acted another different situation

You just opened a window to my imaginary world,
You just set a bird free.

6-   hmm, here it comes { The nicest thing } ..

Has anyone told you before that you say “ Okay ” in the most magnificent way I have ever heard ..

I love it
I love it
I love it

7- This one should be to your adorable smile and to your outstanding laugh,
An hundred years should go to praise this smile,
Two hundred to adore each cheek,
But thirty thousands to satisfy my eyes from looking at your delighted face.

And this was the last one but of course not least ..

So, to be continued  ..
Cause I’m pretty sure that there are more beautiful hidden things,
I don’t know about them yet.

Infinite Magic

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

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

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 

دائرتي تضيق

الدائرة تضيق و تضيق

تنبعج و تنحصر

و نفسى تلام و تنكسر

أصبحت وحدي

لا رفيق و لا حبيب

أصبحت كمثل بحر فارغا

جفت مياهه و ماتت أحياءه

و مل أنيسه من طول إنتظار متيم عشقه

فما للعشق إلا أن يعشق موته

و من شدة الألم

إختنق الحزن من شدة حزنه

فما نفع نداءه و لا بكائه

فما من ملبي و لا شفيع لدمعه

الدائرة تضيق و تضيق

فرجوت الزمن

مهلا علي أيها الزمن إن في عمري بقية

دعني لا تسرع عقاربك

و رجوت المكان رفقا بي أيتها الجدران

إني أختنق

لا شأن لي أني ولدت بخيال واسعا

يحملني الى أول الكون و آخره

و نسيت أن دائرتي تضيق

وغفلت عن أن يوما سوف يأتي علي و أختنق

فقد أحببت و عشقت يوما فارسا

و أحط عنقي بلآلئ عقده

و صرخت بأعلى صوتا .. لا لن أعشق غيره

و أنتظرته طويلا فقد ذهب

ذهب بعيدا عني و ما آتى مرة ثانية

ربما ما أحبني .. ما تركني أخطو درب قصوره العالية

وربما كان خيالا نسجته

لأجد نفسي غارقة في لذاته  و من الواقع هاربه

خيالا … خيالا

إلى متى سأظل أدور أدور بثوب و حذاء مسحور

في ليل صاخب و أرقص مع أمير مفتون

إلى متى سأترك نائمة و في حلقي غصه

فلست بياض الثلج عندما أنتظرت قبلة حبيبها

و إلى متى سأظل أهرب من واقعي

و أعيش في زمن قديم جميل لم يقدر لي أن أعيشه

و أتسلل بين اغصان أشجار عاتيه

و أخطو بين حدائق ورد شائكة

و أجرح نفسي بما هو ليس لي

فقط لأني أشعر بأمان و حب برئ

و أعود للوراء لمجرد لحظات معدودة

إلى زمن الحب الجميل

و غفلت عن أن دائرتي تضيق

و ما تبقى إلا القليل

والشمس رحلت بعيدا عني

و الليل آت بظلمته ووحشته

و أيضا آت بنجواه

فالسماء ما زالت فوقي ولم تطوى كطي السجل

و هناك أعلاها من يسمع تؤهي

ويعلم بقلة حيلتي ومشاعري المكنونة

فما علي إلا أن أنتظره أن يحدث أمرا كان مفعولا

 

ما الأحلام إلا أوهام خيلاء

الى متى سأظل اعاتب الزمن الذي لم يضعني في دربك لكي ألقاك

الى متى سأظل أبحث عن مثيلك .. الى متى سأظل أبحث عن سراب

نقطة ماء انت تحييني تنقذني من مصير الموت في هذه الصحراء

صحراء قلبي .. عمري ..  صحراء جرداء بلا نبض و لا حياة

لماذا لم يقدر لي أن أرتمي بين ذراعيك

 وأحيا أحيا بين حب مجنون و حنان وحياة رغداء

وأطير أطير بين أرضي و سمائك و أكون طائرك الغناء

و ألهو و ألعب في حديقتك و أقطف منها زهرة حمراء

لكي أضعها في كتابي بين أشعاري

وتصبح رمزا لحب لا ينتهي وإخلاص ووفاء

لماذا لم يقدر لي أن أراك في كل صباح و مساء

في كل وقت وفي كل مكان

نتجول في الطرقات و نعد معا عدد القناديل الصفراء

و أترك يدي في يدك لكي تشعر بالأمان و الدفئ

فما أحلى إحساس الدفئ في الشتاء

و أعطيك قبلة اتلمس من خلالها شفتيك الوردية

و أضم منها أنفاسك في صدري بدلا من أن تضيع هدرا في الهواء

ولكن الآن أنت تجلس بعيدا وحدك

تشرب فنجان قهوتك السوداء

و أنا هنا أجالس وحدتي في يأس و حزن و جفاء

أنت تعتصر ألما على قدرا كتب من قبل أن نحيا

وأنا انتظر أن التقي بعينان تغمرني دفئا .. تلهمني شعرا و شغفا بالحياة

عينان حنونتان ضحوكتان .. عينان مثل عيناك

لا أعلم الى متى سأظل أخوض حرب و أنا بلا سيف و لا درعا

هائمة على وجهي أبطش بطشتي الهوجاء

الى متى سأشعر بالضعف يتخلخل أوصالي بعد ما فقدت دعامتي

بعد ما فقدت من آتى بي الى هذه الدنيا

نعم فقدته و فقدتك و فقدت سعادتي و نسيت كيف تكون الضحكات

فإلى متى سأظل أبحث عن مثيل لك

و انا أعلم اني أبحث عن سراب

فما أنت الا حلم وردي

و ما الأحلام إلا أوهام خيلاء

Life is Fine — by Langston Hughes

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!

A Quiet slumber Not A cold Death

Be with me , My love
Wake up my sleeping spirit
Can’t you see ?!
I’m still sleeping softly by your side
Just give me a reason to live for
Say .. ” You are mine and me yours “

Do not worry, I’m still alive
Touch my heart ,
Amidst this ocean of silence,
Don’t you hear ?!
A faraway pulse calling for you ?!
Saying ..
Save me , Save me

And my face ..  My poor face
It needs a warm wide smile
Light it up now with your common jokes
Bring back the rosy petals to my cheeks
And color my lips with pink by a kiss from ur seducing mouth

Help me to open my eyes to see
The beautiful celestial light, The glory of this night,
And the beauty of your quiet face
Give me a hug that I never had
Press your slender fingers into my back
Till they became a part of my body
Let me savor every Press and Release

Then sing me a song in whispers about words
I always wanted to hear, always wanted to feel
Whisper all this things your heart holds deep
Or whistle your familiar serenades
Those, You used to whistle to me and I was fascinated by
May be they would hasten my breaths
And, May be I will choose not to die

So seek not my love , the fear
Shed a smile,
Drop not a tear
I will never stop listening to the voice of our love
I will not leave you,
I will disappear,
In your Arms and I will plunge,
Into your angelic romantic world
For I’m with you
And you with me
Then I will wish to stay entrapped forever with you for all Eternity.

Atonement

I am wearing black on my white skin,

I opened my eyes to see everything dim

I pointed my fingers to see,

Any mirrors in front of me

Any mirrors for finding the real picture of the real me

Asking myself ..

 

Why I dressed black ?!

Why I’m blind ?!

What sins I did,

To be punished like this and cursed ?!

 

My arms , my hands are lying idle

My breaths are barely escaping my heavily weighted chest

Lacking In sense I am

For I’m millions of dreams had failed,

Millions of tears had burst

 

Ohh My Namless fears .. My countless tears

I shed Countless bitter tears that leave burn holes in the ground

And prevented me every night from sleeping safe and sound

 

Why do I feel as I’m the devil ?

Why I treated as I’m the only sinner ?

A flower was never meant to survive

 

I lost my petals

I lost my love, My only one

And my father is not here Anymore

He is staying away from me

There ,

In the Cemetery

 

And I’m standing here all alone on a garden clouded by shadows

Gazing in my hourglass whose sand ran,

And my life suddenly came to a halt.

Listening to unrehearsed song,

From some sad tired gulls.

And tasting the last bitterness of life

For I took all the pain before

And I was ready to take more,

But I run out of time.

 

I wish that flame whose burnt my heart from the start
had burnt me to Ashes

But I stayed to let the fire consuming me slowly,

Then renewing me again by the sweetest lies,

By the sweetest illusions

To atone for my sins.

 

Now I finally found that I can neither feel pleasure nor pain

For I became a grave having No visitors

So, Life for me now is a fake addiction I must quit

So I quit

 

My creator .. My Merciful .. My Allah

Take this failing heart

Take this broken soul

But not before

Atonement.

The Edge of Love

The story goes in London and Wales during The Second World War,

A story of a Love Triangle, In the middle of it is the Brilliant Welsh Poet Dylan Thomas who finds himself in Love with two free-spirited women ,
His childhood Sweetheart Vera Phillips and his wife Caitlin Thomas .

The story explores the complexities between Dylan, the two women and captain William Killick who would be Vera’s husband ,
And on the other hand the bohemian underworld of war torn London.

Here, I will post every poetic Line was told by Dylan during the Movie ..

I have longed to move away

From the hissing of the spent lie

And the old terrors’ continual cry

Growing more terrible

As the day goes over the hill
into the deep sea

I have longed to move away

From the repetition of salutes

For there are ghosts in the air

And ghostly echoes on paper.

————————————
Among Those Killed In The Dawn Raid

Was A Man Aged A Hundred.

When the morning

was waking over the war

He put on his clothes
and stepped out and he died

The locks yawned loose
as a blast blew them wide

He dropped where he loved
on the burst pavement.. 

————————————

A stranger has come

To share my room in the house

Not right in the head

A girl mad as birds

She has come possessed

Who admits the delusive light
through the bouncing wall

Possessed by the skies

And taken by light in her arms
at long and dear last

I may, without fail

Suffer the first vision
that set fire to the stars.
————————————

Forgive us your death
that myselves the believers

May hold it in a great flood

Till the blood shall spurt

And the dust shall sing like a bird

As the grains blow,
as your death grows, through our heart

Crying

Your dying

Cry

Child beyond cockcrow by the fire-dwarfed

Street we chant the flying sea

In the body bereft

————————————

When I was a windy boy and a bit

And the black spit of the chapel fold

Sighed the old ram rod dying of women

I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood

The rude owl cried like a telltale tit

I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled

Ninepin down on the donkeys’ common

And on seesaw Sunday nights I wooed
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes

The whole of the moon I could love and leave

All the green leaved
little weddings’ wives

In the coal black bush and let them grieve
——————————————–

In my craft or sullen art

Exercised in the still night

When only the moon rages

And the lovers lie abed

With all their griefs in their arms

I labour by singing light

Not for ambition nor bread

Or the strut and trade of charms
on the ivory stages

But for the common wages
of their most secret heart
————————————

Not for the proud man apart

From the raging moon I write

On these spindrift pages

Nor for the towering dead

With their nightingales and psalms

But for the lovers, their arms

Round the griefs of the ages

—————————————–

I must mention A scene influenced some rules of mine about Love,

Vera  : Why?

Dylan: You.

Vera  : Leave Caitlin.
Go on. Leave Caitlin.

You’ve got rid of the opposition.
Now you come on.

Leave your wife and live with me.

Do you see?

You want a 15-year-old girl back on the beach.
Not me.

You don’t even see me, do you?
Dylan!

All you’ve got is stories in your head. Words.

And I have to be real.

William… makes me real.

If you have sent
my beloved husband to jail…

I will never forgive you.