Showing posts with label Dedication. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dedication. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

The Hidden Fruits of Life!



Sometimes people do not know what they are missing in life… This is a very normal phenomenon since you can’t really know what you are missing unless you try it: hear it, see it, taste it and feel it!

It is like trying an orange, just an ordinary well-rounded, juicy and ripe orange. To a first timer, an orange is just an orange and every other orange must taste more or less the same: like an orange! But to someone who has tried the fresh and delicately picked oranges from the green farms of Lebanon for example, the definition of an orange changes! An orange is not just an orange anymore: it is a succulent and insatiable treat! It is a trip from the proudly standing mother tree, to small tender hands that picked it, to little grocery store where it was bought… Then, an orange is transformed from a simple fruit to a wholesome experience where one could feel every sensation possible as the orange juice gently wets the tongue and its texture softly melts in your mouth!

Whether in life as a whole, or in human relationships in specific, I believe one should always look outside the frames of the available into the world of the unknown… Never should we underestimate the power of what lies ahead! Because sometimes, when you least expect it, something or someone will magically appear in your life to let you see, hear, smell and taste things differently; on a higher level that you have never thought possible before…

Cheers to the unknown and to all the hidden fruits along the path!


Thursday, December 20, 2007

A Sarcastic Pitch!



If I made you sandwiches, would you love me plenty?
If I managed to always look younger; twenty-five or even twenty?
If I was a “good girl” would you treat me like a puppy?
Would you shower me with love and hugs; bring water to my cuppy?
If I make good coffee, if I make good tea,
Would you still choose someone else, or will it be me?
If I dressed more decently and made more female friends,
Would you promise me a happy life and better ends?

A Letter to Sleep...



Dear Sleep:

First of all, I would like to wish you happy holidays. I sure hope you are enjoying your vacation way more than I am so far!

I am writing you this letter to thank you and at the same time blame you for some intense emotions that I’m feeling at the moment. Please bear with me...

Allow me to begin by the negatives, which I utterly blame you for:

Where have you disappeared? I mean really, where did you go when I need you the most? Why have your visits become so scarce? Why do you choose to add to my pain by coming to me for a few, scattered hours at night while you go to others for 7,8,9,10 or even 11 or 12 hours? Why can’t you see how much I need you? Why are you being just as blind to my needs as anybody else? How come you don’t care?

Ok… Now that I’ve got this out of my system, kindly listen to me as I explain to you my appreciation for being the only bridge which mends the big gap his absence left in my life… I mean I see him in you… You are the only means for me to rest assured that he was a reality… I thank you for that…

Thank you for your time…

Please, please, visit me more often… I need you more than ever…

Love,

Beirut



Wednesday, December 19, 2007

If Only...


If only things could be as simple as the greens of a tree…
If only they thought a bit deeper about you and me…
If only they would let us out of those cages and just set us free…

If only I was a bit tougher maybe I could deal…
If only I was a bit less sensitive to barely feel…
If only I could stand still, not bend or kneel…

If only winter would be less chilly than it is…
If only we could always feel the pure summer bliss…
If only those people who leave we just never miss…

If only we can sleep as sound as babies do…
If only we could easily learn things we never knew…
If only smiles were many and disappointments were a few…

If only she could realize how her actions affect the life of others too…
If only the sky could always be so pure, so clear and so blue…
If only they can feel the pressure they constantly place on you…

If only stars always shine with the passion of reds…
If only we could sleep on cloudy cotton beds…
If only it was safe to use our hearts instead of our heads!

Memory Blues...



In every corner, every street, every lifeless place,
A memory haunts my every thought and pace,
A sweet memory of his long gone face…

There was no light left in his heart for me,
He closed his eyes so he would no longer see,
No words would stop him now, no beg or plea…

Together is all I knew,
Thinking what was there was true,
I feel numb as my pain I chew!

In every face, every smile, every word I hear,
There he is, lingering on, so far yet so near,
I can sense his presence so dear…

Memory blues won’t fade away,
Walking by my side every day,
A game of hide and seek with them I play!


Alone with Her Dreams...


She sat so close to him; close enough to hear him breathe in her hurting,
She looked in his green eyes for answers, deep within them she kept searching,
The temperature outside was around 12 degrees, yet he way was colder,
She felt the mound of the coming moments weigh her down, she felt older!
As she fled the scene, she could feel his eyes follow her until she was gone,
She was left in shock now: Is it really over? Was it all said and done?
That night she waited for him in the pool of dreams were they usually agreed to meet,
She went earlier than usual to reserve the best front row seat!
All through the night, they talked, laughed and words of love they spoke,
Until the daylight broke and from her dreams she was awaken with a poke!
She sat alone now, closer to her fears of what’s coming her way,
She closed her eyes and for valor she began to pray…



Caught in the Web!



We may be tougher than we thought,
It’s harder for us to break.
Yet when in the webs of love we’re caught,
Deep inside us the strength will shake.

We may be able to handle pain,
Against suffering stand with pride,
We tend to uphold being logical and sane,
Just as long as matters of the heart are aside.

We may be able to swallow our tears,
Shout, scream, converse and fight,
Yet tears tend to slip from fears,
Of being left behind and surviving the night.

We might be able to live with no hopes,
Watch our dreams fall apart and fade,
Yet as we are tangled up in love’s ropes,
We are mixed up between true light and shade.

We might be able to smile to others,
We might be able to make them laugh too,
As we hide the ache that slowly smothers,
Our soul and makes it so ill and blue…




"They" Live On...


They judge you for who they thought you were,
They judge you for who you are,
They judge you and it’s never fair,
Since you have gotten this far!

They talk about you in whispers,
They talk behind your back,
Their words hurt like aching blisters,
Yet proof they tend to lack!

They watch the way you walk,
They watch the way you dress,
They eavesdrop on your talk,
When you face them they never confess!

They linger in the dark,
They linger to observe you yield,
All you do they write down and mark,
And to their frustration you have no shield!

They know talk is cheap,
They know people believe it still,
Their tongues if they only keep,
In their mouths with some will!

They place you in a corner,
They place you on the spot,
They make of you a mourner,
Whether you like it or not!

They lack a soul to feel empathy,
They lack a mind to think,
They ignore the meanings of sympathy,
They hurt without a blink!

They live on to cause disasters,
They live on and breathe in,
Of deceit they are masters,
That’s why they always win!

Strip Down to Yourself...



Take your mask off, there’s no need for you to hide anymore!
I want to see your face before you walk out that door…
Take off the lies you wear so elegantly from head to toe,
I want to see you as you are, if only for once, before you go…
Take off the burden of being someone who you can never be,
Someone who you once claimed you were, that person who cared for me!
Take off the cap of rumors you laid upon your head,
Watch me break as you speak, watch my tears spread!
Take off the shoes you wore to step all over my life,
Get out of my sight, take your bullets of shame, grab your knife!
Take off everything, strip down to the real you and look me in the eye,
Why would you say that? Tell me: What was the use of your lie?


Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Dedicated to Two Young Lovers...



Two days ago, before the sun decided to hide behind the clouds and chills of the night crept into the day, someone told me that true love is just a myth; it is something authors invented and it only existed in their books!

I sighed and for a second there, I almost believed…

Then, I met a love story, one which has been there for five full years and is still going on…

I doubted again: True love does exist!

To that couple I dedicate this piece of writing…

Maybe some deny the existence of love and its great power,
Yet others still sense, smell, taste and live love by the hour.

Maybe we've never been introduced to love some time before,
And maybe it just didn't yet find its way to our door.

Yet seeing those two together made me again see and believe,
Love does exist, love in its purest form, one which won't lie or deceive.

Their fight for each other made my heart warm and tingle with bliss,
Their struggle with the world to embrace that love filled me with happiness.

Nothing is always perfect and they knew they needed to hold on,
The world outside their love is irrelevant, their fear of tomorrow almost gone.

Seeing those two fight, play and joke around brought my faith in love once more,
So thank you both for everything and you love I will always protect and adore…

The Man of The Long Gone Past...



There was a man who I, once upon time, loved so dearly,
Of my love he was not worthy and that showed continuously and clearly!

I still refused to believe and tried as hard as I could to prove them all wrong,
I stood there by his side, I watched him go, and I saw him deceive me all along.

Then came a day when we were both apart,
We decided to end it all, get a new start.

He was far away but always haunted me with vague promises and words,
He dried up the green dreamy meadows of my heart and killed all the birds.

I tried everything to get him back in my life, closer to me,
I wanted to be there in any possible way I could be.

I offered him a friendship on a silver plated dish,
I wanted to be around him by any means and that was my wish.

He was selfish; never ever tried to be there by my side,
He would always find excuses to run and others to hide!

Every time I got into any kind of trouble,
The absence he chose made my pains double!

One day my house, while I slept, went on fire!
I turned to him again and he accused me of being a liar!

At that point it hit me hard and sure!
He was the cancer and could never be the cure!

It is all gone now, the bad memories and good times too!
His picture in my mind's nest just got up and flew!

I will never fall to that man or anyone like him as long as I live,
I will choose carefully next time for whom my precious heart to give!

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Mending Bridges...


Break free from clings like desperation,
Place your faith ahead of you; find your destination.

Toughen up; don't wait for a helping hand to save you,
Sober up from your dreams; or you'll never come through.

Some will blame you and others will fight you with their might,
Keep it together; you've seen the shadows and you've tasted the light!

Keep believing in what you are and hold on to those so dear,
Make no promises you can't keep; lend a helping hand, a listening ear!

Close your eyes so tight, make a sincere wish,
Don't fill up your mind or overload your dish!

Never give up faith in a better day to come and sweep you of your feet,
Cuddle up in your bed with happy thoughts; keep your tears away from your pillow and sheet!

Only great friendships will last; others will fade away,
Knowing that will make you able to face your day.

Against love only we will always yield and succumb,
Wait patiently for that true love will one day come!

Relationships: Celebrating Failure!


It has been a while now since I wrote anything personal… I have been so caught up in my articles for the magazine, which although can be very interesting and challenging yet have to be void of private feelings or any form of bias…

I feel I need a break to write about me now, to vent…

There are many times which I took haven in my won words…
Many times which I hid in my own writings and used them as an escape from my own feelings…
My thoughts sometimes feel like a loose cannon which might discharge and attack at any given moment and I use writing as a way to run away from confrontation or as a way to tame my thoughts…

I need to tame my thoughts again… I need to run and hide deep in my words…

The subject I will address today is a common one, one which many of you have thought of and have written about: relationships… Yet, today, I would like address it in a different manner and celebrate the failure of my relationships with you!


Whether they were love relations, friendships or relationships between family members, relationships are very complicated.

The constant struggle to maintain any kind of relationship is overwhelming…

The amount of time and effort that should be placed in every relationship is consuming…

The ability to balance the rights and the wrongs and the goods and bads in any relationship is overrated and never accurate…

Relationships are very sensitive and fragile…

They are a bond between two people who have shared different experiences and have different personalities…

Relationships are measured by their quality and some even measure them by time…

They are one of the greatest valuable assets one might have…

I come here today, and I raise my white flag and confess: I failed!

I failed to be the part of the relationship I always aimed to be…

I failed to play the role of the "maintainer" or the "fixer" which I continuously inspired to take on…

My understanding of the complexity and fragility of relationships is the main reason for my confession… I should have known better… I should have been wiser…

Let's celebrate my failure today yet hope for some successes tomorrow...

Monday, October 15, 2007

An Endless Stream...


A stream of questions attacks me now and all I can do is taste their bitterness…

I breathe out cautiously in order to safely free them from my mind which is holding them captive…

How could you hold on to someone's hand for long when it keeps slipping away?
When will you find your right path? When will you really find your way?

How could you please those around you when from within you grieve?
Will the day ever come when you'll just give up and cease to believe?

Why is sadness the opposite of happiness and it remains there no matter what we do?
Why do they keep pushing you away and why can't your feelings get through?

How could they cope with all the suffering they live when the least we can't swallow?
How could we not allow ourselves to falter and keep ourselves from being hollow?

How could we rise above the agony, chaos and melancholy of the nights ahead?
How can we keep seeing the colors of life: the bright yellow, the fresh green and the deep red?

Till when will we fight to be all what we can and want to be?
When will they see the beauty that lies within you and me?

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Take Me Away...


Take me away,
To a better day,
To a brighter beginning,
And a brand new day…
Show me the way…
Let us make pretend and play!

Take me away from here,
To a place so dear,
Where waterfalls sway,
And where you could be near…

Take me back to an unbroken heart,
To an end yet unwritten,
To an unexpected start,
Where you and I would never be apart…

Take me now for I can't wait any longer,
And I know that beside you I can be stronger…

Let's face it all together hand in hand and side by side…
Whatever may come,
It takes two to face it all, no need to ever run and ever again hide…

Scene 3: An Empty Room



The Setting:

A small cold room with wooded floors…
A window on the right side of the room overlooking an empty street, a big old tree and a few parked cars...
A table next to the window… A chair parallel to it…


You can see a laptop and a mug on the table, and a mobile phone on the window sill…

Sunlight enters the room through the window's opened glass…

No one is there…

A few moments go by…


"Excuse me boss, you have a text message…" The mobile phone announces!

She suns in from another room, picks up the phone and stares endlessly at the
mobile screen…

A lonely tear runs down her face…

It was him again… After all that time which passed, he still remembers her…

Though his words were neutral and his inquiries were rather formal, she could feel his concern for her and she knew she was blessed to have him in her life…

She sat down on the chair and gazed out of the window of her room and into the windows of her sad soul and her tired heart…

She remembered all those fights they had over and over again about the silliest things they could muster!

She recalled all the painful words they managed to use against each other so skillfully yet unintentionally…

She reminisced the years that have gone by without being able to hold on to the one thing they both believed in: their relationship…

The untainted, unusual, out of the ordinary relationship they together watered and watched grow and blossom…

Another tear…

This one even felt warmer and shone brighter with the reflections of the sun…

She wished for a different series of events, a better situation where she could go on to nurture what they had…
She lays down the phone on the table this time…

She opens a new word document and her laptop and eagerly starts typing away her thoughts in order to close the windows again of her aching soul and fatigued heart…

Morning Break Without You...




Another morning break materializes from beyond the realm of the sky…
I hear the last whisper of his voice bidding me sweet dreams and then goodbye…

I fear again my bed; empty and cold, haunted with nightmares and dire dreams…
I wish for happy thoughts to fill my soul with serenity and never ending gleams…

Underneath the same sky we both lay many hundreds of miles apart…
Carrying the same ache for a new beginning and an unsoiled fresh start…

Yet again I carry the burden of the unknown with all that it may carry and be…
I dread the what, the how, the why; I tremble of the thought of me losing me!

Another morning break engulfs me with snug feelings of belonging and love…
I see the birds dancing on the tree branches outside my window and up above…

I fear again the autumn; the clouds are secretly creeping in to the rear mirror view…
I pray for the not-so lasting familiarity of the streets and side walks I once knew…

Over the same grounds we both walk yet millions of steps won't place together …
I despise the speculations, the anticipations and the changing weather…

Yet again I pull myself together and I swallow my fears and doubts with unease…
I take in the rays of the new born sun and I playfully cuddle and embrace the breeze…

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Dedicated To A Family...



This piece of writing carries great feelings of gratitude, appreciation and admiration for a family… A family which I feel is my own…

Take a long breath and read… You will probably feel the same at the end…

Today is October the 1st, 2007.

I am not back home in Amman…. I am not back home in Beirut (where my house was burnt down)… But I am somewhere I feel safe and I feel I belong in…

On September, 2007, a month ago, the world's population was measured and was found to be an approximate of 6.7 billion – and counting of course. Why do I mention this? Because I want you to think for a moment, out of those 6.7 billion, how many have you actually met? How many have you ever seen? Whether on the street, at a concert, in a restaurant, on the beach, while watching the news, etc… What is the percentage of people you have actually encountered and held a conversation with relative to those you do not even recognize their existence?

This brings me back to the golden question: what is the probability that you meet 5 people, a family, who is able to have such a great influence on your life out of all those billions and billions of human beings around the world?

Is it good luck? I highly doubt it, since my luck has been playing cruel games with me lately… It is destiny… Destiny which now I have so much faith in…

I might have done something right along the way to get this in return…


Think with me for a second…

Many of us do things because we simply have to: for example, we eat because we need the energy from food, we work because we need money to live a decent life, we go to class because we need to pass and get our certificates, and we act respectful around those we might hate because we respect ourselves, etc.

Now tell me: how many people do you know give without expecting anything in return?

Words could be my only valuable possession which I can give now… And I give them to this family…

To…

The Mother: Whose sincerity fills my soul with peace…The Cousin: Whose words have made me see life so differently…The Little Princess: Who gave up her sanctuary to make me feel at home…The Chef: Who makes the best omelets and Kraft sandwiches I have ever had!The Director: Who is slowly directing a newer, happier play scene of my life…

I am grateful to have met you…..


With All My Heart...


I know how far you are, I can feel the distance between us now…
It breaks me that I can't be there for you or maybe not knowing how!
The plot thickens every time I try to untangle the knots and get closer to you…
It shakes me to feel your anger, your pain and the thought of you being blue…
So many people expect so much from me now and I just can't let them down…
It troubles me those tears you shed, that sad face, that frown…
I pray today for a miracle customized to heal my own dilemma and take it away…
I pray now, I will pray tomorrow and I will keep praying with each passing day…
The days go slow now that your not here and memories grab me and pull me back…
I have all the will in the world to make things right but the tools to do so I lack!
Obstacles keep showing up and mutilating each plan I make…
Yet I still can differentiate the real from the fake!

I am alone in this and there is no one to hold my hand through…
But I know that if I fall someone will catch me and that someone is you…


Dedicated To A Special Someone...


"No one can bring me back to life now…" Those were that words he said last to me…
He never spoke of happiness, of a new beginning or how it would feel to be free…
Free of the pain, free of the aches and free of her mostly and foremost…
And all I could think of was how I could hold his hand and lead him to the calm and safe coast…
I could feel the little child inside of him, see him there shivering and so scared…
I knew he is taking in so much that his heart overflowed yet he rarely shared!
In his music he hid, behind the screen, and watched the curtains of his life fall…
Never believing that someone along the way could come and help him through it all…

"Come here; stand a little bit closer, I know how you feel…"
I said over and over again but he couldn't distinguish the fake from real…

I take a deep breath, I shed a tear and I let out a sigh…
I feel defeat and disappointment which I can't deny…

"Beautiful people like you have the right to be happy and feel love…
They have the right to feel the joy of life and the peace from up above"…

 

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