Unknown.


As she was staring at her sleeping child
Looking at her beautiful face.
Dark skin and black hair,
With no trace of worries on her face.

And she notices tears on her face
The droplets falling on her daughters face.

Karrina, a 30 years old single mother.
Today leaving her 5 years old daughter,
To make money. Leaving her alone in a country,
Where the daughter knows few.

And as she tries to speak to her daughter
She starts sobbing.
With the only company, herself.

Her little daughter will live for years with Salama’s friend.
Years with out a mother to speak to.
Years with out a hope to lit you.
And how did destiny bring her to a point
Where she can’t even afford to live?

A little message to you all my dear viewers, don’t forget to be thankful for what you have right now. Sometimes being content is all you need for happiness in life.

P.s. I am just warming up with poetry as I didn’t write for a long time!

Unknown.


I look at you,feeling that you’re home.
I acknowledge the inadvertent  pulse to come closer,
To talk to you, to laugh with you.
To be a close person you could lay your shoulder on.

So I take a step, a hesitant breath.
Unsure of how to come closer.
And suddenly I see a wall.
Of someone standing over.
Breaking the bond I wish I could extend longer.

So I think again,doubting myself.
So I step away, inadvertently.

I am sorry. I can see,
Every pain in every of your corner.
Of those beautiful eyes of yours…
All the tiredness hidden inside,
But sparking for me like the moon light.

I want to from all my heart,
To touch the pain and ease it.
To somehow pull it away from you.
To embrace it all together.

But oh all thee, if you could let me,
To just come,a step closer…

There are plenty who love you,
There are plenty who want to be you.
But we all know, that not many,
Can still pull a smile in a day of disorder.

All inside I do always feel,
If only I could come closer,
I could love you more longer
Than any of them all together.

I wish sometimes I could be your friend,
But it seems like a fairy tale,
To this person writing a poem-a
About this beautiful person,about you.

I hope I am not selfish,
And if I am I apologize.
As I can’t help my self in the end of the day,
When I close my eyes, thinking about my tale.

I hope someday you will reach up to me,
As I was too weak to do it myself.
And for now good bye my soul friend.
As I can no longer take it any further.

 

Well, I do apologize for this huge poem, tried to make it somehow in a half, but simply impossible. I really wanted to tell you guys how much emotions of mine were spilled into this poem. Hopefully it will show you with the words I chose. And about the brake I took, I guess you see I broke it! But I can’t promise you that I will be publishing constantly. These 2 weeks were pretty pressurized for me, too much to study and not enough time! But oh well, I am done! 2 more weeks of exams, and I am completely free! And I am planning to learn the native language over here. Arabic. So my summer will be filled with poetry, studies, books and beaches. And of course, with my friends and family.

A letter that has no name…


When you look at your self
See the smile on your face
See the beauty and the charm
See the sharpness and the bright
That your soul furnishes to the world.

But don’t forget where this charm is from
And don’t forget who thaught you how to bestow
This world the best you ever had.
Your mother.

I wish you the best this world has
And the patience to go through with it all
And I will sit faithfully in the corner
Smiling and cherishing the moment.

Good luck my beautiful sister
May this world make you a person
That everyone could look up to.

P.s.

I wrote this for my cousin who is coming from America for a night, and then leaving to Afghanistan afterwards for summer. I really don’t know if I should write it in a piece of paper and gift it to her as a gift. Because I am not sure if it is good enough. I just want her to smile when she sees this…

So please do tell me what do you think about this poem! As it is pretty important for me… (:

Trust.


Trust.
Do you trust your self?
Do you trust your heart?
That is silently beating
under your skin?

Do you trust your brain
That is functioning helplessly?
Do you trust your so called friends
You don’t even like?

Or do you trust that one above you
Staring at you right now
Seeing what you are doing.
Woefully and bitterly in silence.

Patience striking all over Him again
Watching hopefully
That you will do the right thing
The right thing…

But how many of us know?
Whats the right thing?
But how many of us
Know the one above us?
Choosing the easy way out.
By not thinking about it at all.

But know that someday
You will fall apart.
And all your hopes will be vanished.
But no. Wait.
He is still watching, ask Him for help!
Ask for forgiveness…

NO. You won’t.
Easy way out?
Lets go get a drink.
And it will drift away,
Until the morning give back
Your conscience.

Bringing back your life.
Full of misery.