Thursday, May 28, 2009

And I Keep on Running...



Have you ever felt like you were engulfed while being in a big space? Trying to run away, further and further, only to find that you were surely running yet in all the wrong directions?

This piece is about that feeling...
The feeling of finding out that you are running endlessly and getting nowhere... At least nowhere right... Nowhere you want to end up... Nowhere you that you are supposed to be...

And I keep on running....
Like a deer performing the role of a prey...
Away from the big bad lion that has come out to play...
Trying to escape his sharp claws of memories, his pointed teeth of clay!

And I keep on running...
Helplessly, endlessly, hopelessly...
Towards no one in particular, since none of them really care...
Towards no place to call home, since that place is no longer there...

And I keep on running...
And now I'm out of breath and my feet are sore...
Looking into blank eyes that seem to hate and abhor!
Wanting to find a warm embrace, a cradling shore...

And I keep on running...
And you all keep judging me by the day!
Watching every move I make!
And you all don't even know me!
Your empathy is a pure fake!

And I keep on running...
Missing the closeness of a real friend,
Craving a real hug, a new beginning to this awful end!

And I keep on running...
In all the wrong directions and there's nowhere to go!
I act ignorant, but I know, I know...
This tired soul of mine I need to lay down or low!

Cause I can't keep running...
Not anymore...

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Blood Stained Sheets...



Gently, she lifted up the blood stained sheets...
She could still hear her slaughtered heart, faintly, it beats...

In the midst of her confusion,
Perplexed that maybe it was all an illusion...

She screamed!

The blood stains were bigger and redder than she thought they'd ever be...

She wrapped herself in her own arms as tears dribbled...
Onto the sheets in a rain of drizzles...

The stains grew paler and bigger...

No, those were not the blood stains after a wedding night!
Neither those you'd have after a gruesome fight...

Those stains were only of pure deceit...
Lies...
Broken words...
Unfulfilled promises...
Steps that were never taken...
Those stains were impossible to treat!

She paced around a memory haunted room...
Her sheets as a white bride's dress missing a groom!

"He said he loved me, he swore he was true"...
Yet again words are cheap and talk is dew!

The blood stained sheets tightly strangled her feet...
And as she fell, she felt pure agony and veritable defeat...

Whispers of his voice played in her head as she swooned into absence...
Mind, body and soul irrevocably numb, paucity of feeling, lack of presence...

Flashbacks of a life she never lived with him played as movies scenes in front of her swollen eyes...
Black is the color of sorrow she saw finally before she uttered her concluding cries!

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Nothing Used to Matter...



Nothing used to matter...
Being with you whether it was scorching hot or freezing cold,
As long as your arms were there for me to hold...

Nothing used to matter...
Seeing you every day or whenever suites you well,
As long as my words of love for you I have time to tell...

Nothing used to matter...
The shaken pride, the anger you brought and the stupid fights,
As long as I could have your voice embrace me through the nights...

Nothing used to matter...
The things you made me give up for a promise that was a lie,
As long as I never had to hear you say "good bye"!

Nothing used to matter...
Knowing you won't ever love me as much or care like I do,
As long as you smile, I didn't mind being down and blue!

Nothing used to matter...
The past you held on to in gifts, pictures and calls,
Being locked so deep inside these hollow walls,
You never being there to shelter my falls...

Nothing used to matter...
But now it all does and it always will,
How you shoved my love for you down the hill,
My heart is broken now, here's the hospital bill! :P

Tuesday, May 05, 2009

She Gave Him Love...



She knew how he was,
She knew he would leave.
She know he was going to break her heart,
His web she waited for him to weave…

She gave him love,
She loved in vain!
He played her like a toy,
And left her draped in pain…

She raised her head,
She raised and prayed,
She called for angles,
She cried and swayed!

She knew this game,
She knew it well,
And within her sorrow’s flame,
She wished him to hell!

He had no right,
He had no reason,
To rid herself from him,
Her way out was pure treason!

She turned her head,
She leaned on someone new,
The guilt feeding on her soul,
When cradled by his dew!

She felt captive,
She felt captive to his grip!
As his memories slowly held her tight,
And pushed her into loss’s thrones dip by dip!

She wished her life to end,
She wished it every night before she lay asleep…
Out of this cycle she wanted to be,
Out of the oceans in love she was drowning so deep!

How Sane Are We?


Caution: This is a long post and the ideas discussed in it are strictly personal... They will make you think of things, strange things, but in the end, they are opinions and you have every right to disagree!

One of the accusations that are directed my way is that I am a very sociable person! My friends always claim that I have no problem opening up and discussing various topics with random people at any time and at any place!

They are totally right! Moreover, I think this is the main reason for that: Talking to others, many others, about different things only allows us to grow more and gives our rather restricted brains to grow both horizontally and vertically in thought and creativity!

A few days ago, after suffering a very bad nervous breakdown, I found myself seriously thinking about the thin line that passes through sanity and insanity.

I then started talking to few of my “thoughtful” friends about this issue and their view of it by asking them: How do you know that you’re not insane?

Let me assure you that I imagined getting a strange look in return and maybe a comment on how my crazy brain works! Instead, I was surprised to find myself in an intriguing discussion about the borders of sanity!

Take this line for example: “They laughed at Einstein. They laughed at the Wright Brothers. But they also laughed at Bozo the Clown.” It is true and very accurate in illustrating how sanity vs. insanity is almost a never-ending debate with no clear cutting edges for an answer!

Whatever you may think of this subject, one thing will always stand uncorrected: the difference between sanity and insanity is very often arbitrary. There is no clear borderline. It is a thin zigzag line and we use socially acceptable behavior as the major criteria to differentiate.

Dictionaries around the world define insanity as “the condition of someone who is senseless and extremely foolish.” This declares that insane people are those who challenge the rules of society and do not fit in with the “normal way of life.” But what counts as a “normal way of life” anyway?

Someone told me, just the other day, that insanity happens when we lose control over the mind i.e: when the body takes control over the mind and our reactions are not at all studied or thought about... But that makes many of us insane... No?

I think I am there.. Three steps away from the mental hospital, many steps away from sanity.. But that's just me...

How sane are you?

Joke: You know you’re insane when ☺
http://www.greenspun.com/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg.tcl?msg_id=00Ayi5

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

If They Only Knew...



In whispers they talked about her misery,
In rumors they gossiped her life on display...
In the darkness they lurked in agony,
Scheming to exorcise her mournful soul to splay!

"Depressed, sad and gloomy" they called her,
"Pessimistic with no possible cure" they would claim,
A "drama queen" is what they alleged she was,
Her tears were water to their senses as they brought on the blame!

But... If they only knew...

If they could know her story,
The doleful past she had to live,
If they had been there in her days of glory,
When she had so much more to give!

If they only could see the present,
The itchy fury it slowly unfolds,
If they could feel the tremble,
If they would touch her chills and colds!

If only they knew the truth she carried,
Skulking deep under the layers of her skin,
If they only tried to unveil what's buried,
If they could look farther than their chin!

Only then...

Just then they would realize the reality,
The truth within the words she spills out,
They would just stop throwing stones,
And pointing hateful fingers burdened with echos of doubt!

Monday, March 30, 2009

The Toughest Part of Any Day is the Night…



I sit here by my shadow, loveless, cold and alone…
Tears of resentment tumbling down my face,
Wishing I lived a real love of my own,
Someone for my tired soul to embrace…

The days are fine since work occupies my time,
I feel a sting every once in a while during break,
Yet when the bells of the night begin to chime,
I start realizing the rise of the muffled heartache!

I maintain a steady facade,
And sneak out a smile every now and then,
I cry out to you: Oh GOD!
I see no reasons for this pain as far as my ken!

For as fruitful as the day may be,
And no matter what you do achieve,
When the day turns into night, you see,
The pain inside is just too much to comprehend or believe!

Saturday, March 28, 2009

The Spider’s Prey...



This piece is dedicated to my two-legged spider… With love!

An icon of fear and fascination, the spiders have always been and remain to be,
Masters of attack and mimicking, once they have gotten a hold of you, you'll never be free!

Amongst the hairy-legged predators, your powers to seduce have shone,
Waiting so patiently to devour me after my emotions were fully grown!

Extending your limbs lazily, yet determined to capture me as your prey,
Entering my soul with your toxic fangs, paralyzing my logic day by day!

Wrapped up in your silk promises of having a family once upon a dream,
Brought closer to your nest, no words to say, no voice to scream!

Caught in the glimmering web of your love, bedazzled by its charms,
Forgetting the world outside and ignoring your venom’s harms!

Expelling your digestive enzymes to liquefy my will of steel,
Too hungry for authority, too selfish to know how I feel!

Sucking the remains of my love to you and the leftover fluids of my heart,
Consuming what’s left of me to feed your inflated ego and rip me apart!

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

"Stop Sleeping!!"


Written on February 24th, 2009 at 5 a.m.!

“Stop Sleeping!!”

What a weird title right? (A Sarcastic smile) - I know!!!

Let me explain to you how this idea came about!

As you may or may not have noticed, I don't really sleep much :) I usually take advantage of mix between the calm of the night and the traffic of my thoughts in order to sit, focus and write it them all down in whatever form comes to mind at the moment!

I love the night and most of all, I love the solitude is bestows upon me, the "self-inflicted" solitude if you may! You know, the kind that I place myself in not that vicious one which is sometimes caused unwillingly due to reasons such as pain, loneliness, lack of good friends, depression and such.

Here is where the tricky part comes in...

Sometimes, this calm night calls for a night companion, one whom I can talk to, discuss my fears, worries, hopes and dreams, laugh with, joke with and waste the night away with... Someone alongside my insomniac night ride to share with me the darkness outside and the light within... To listen to me and feel me...

"Stop sleeping!!" is my new expression! It means, simply, leave sleep for now and enjoy the night... Forget what they tell you about the benefits of 6-8 hours of sleep, it is all wasted time! Wake up and be around...

To all you heavy sleepers, and the not-so-heavy sleeping others: Hope your dreams are furnished with smiles...

Good night :)


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!


Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Melting into Music…




Consumed by our busy lives and our daily routines, the things we have to do, the places we have to go, the people we have to meet, we tend to dismiss or disregard the power of music…

As I carefully melt into my own music, uniting with each beat and becoming one with every instrument, I realize the healing power hidden within each layer I hear… And I feel like I’m slowly yet confidently drifting away into far away journeys, exploring different cultures, touching, tasting and seeing things I never knew existed…

I close my eyes… And I can see it… I can see the music and I can feel myself blend into it in a state of utter oneness that no one and nothing can take away from me… I hear the music’s stories of love and pain and feel the laughter within its rhythm… I see the children’s smiles… I taste the sea’s humid breeze… I touch the old woman’s resting shoulder…

I embrace the sighs, the whispers, the forgotten words…


(To be continued)

Monday, February 09, 2009

She Danced...




This morning, unlike many others, and as she opened her tired yet curious eyes, she realized something she has been missing for almost 2 years or more: somewhere along that thorny road of life, she had forgotten to count her many blessings… She had forgotten to see the beauty of the roses furnishing the sides of her path and smell the scent of the cool morning breeze that welcomed her with serenity… She had forgotten to touch the tenderness of the simple joys that were hidden in the closest places to her reach…

And for the first time, in what seemed to be an eternity, she danced…

She danced to life…
She danced to the untouched happy moments…
She danced to the smiles of her friends…
She danced to the hopes of new beginnings…
She danced to the weary souls and tired eyes…
She danced to love, wherever it was…
She danced to the simplest gesture, from whoever it may be…

And as she felt her soul mingle with the layers within the music, she felt all the beauty in the world rest upon her hands and shoulders… Closed her eyes… And smiled thinking: I am alive!

Friday, February 06, 2009

The Truth Behind Love...




Some say love is about doing things together,

Sharing a simple life, taking a walk and admiring the weather…

Some say love is a game we play,
A bunch of strings you pull and let loose at different times throughout the day!

Some say love makes you blind; makes you lose grip with reality,
It causes your heart and mind to fight and never allows them to agree!

Some say love is a chemical reaction, a hormonal disruption!
It lasts for 6 months to 3 years and many factors could lead to its corruption!

Some say love is physical attraction nothing more,
If you gain a few more kilos, the love story runs out the door!

Some say love is just a high,
Like drugs, it lasts for a while and then bye bye!

Some say, love is sacred and alive, no matter what others might think,
It can take over your sorrow and make your soul smile in a blink!

I say love is rare,
When it’s true, it’s hard to tear…

I say love is real,
If you have faith in it, you’ll gladly fall under its wheel…

I say love is there,
If you’re willing to walk that extra mile, if you really truly care…

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Beirut & Beirut!



It is crazy to think that life is as easy as we think it is or as we would like it to be. The older we get, the more aware we are of the hidden truth behind our journey in life; the journey of uncertain destinations…

As we grow older and gain more experience, we come to realize that life is an endless struggle, of course that is only for those who opt to get somewhere in life and further achieve things they can be proud of… Taking the decision to live life and wake up, every single day, to a new challenge, takes a lot of courage, faith and conviction in one’s self and one’s abilities… Furthermore, making that kind of commitment lays a lot of weight on one’s shoulders!

Think about it, if we decide to nuzzle our heads into our chests and shield ourselves from life’s downs, harshness and disappointments, we will also be shielding ourselves from living extreme moments of utter happiness and pure joy…

Today, as I roamed Beirut, the beautiful dear city Beirut which I proudly carry its name, a wave of deep sorrow flooded over my heart and I could feel the pain rush through my head and gently tickle my eyes into warm yet stingy tears… I am leaving here soon… I am leaving this air of hope and this promise of a different life and going back home… Home where my precious mother is, where many dear friends are, where I can sleep comfortably in my own bed and wake up to the melody of the construction builders’ voice and tools! ---- You might wonder: How is this relevant to the first few paragraphs? Allow me to explain…

Well, since the greatest dilemma of my life always was and forever will be: Beirut and Amman – my homes away from home, I have learned that just as life is about challenges, it is also about opportunities, those we take and those we choose to miss out on… And though the dusty winds of Beirut, its playful sea, and the simplicity of the life I can live here are things that fill me with deep serenity, Amman too has taught me how to love it and appreciate its beautiful dark chilly nights, its strange lingering familiarity and its untouched yet powerful coziness…

For me to be able to embrace the rush of warmth that passes me by when I’m away from either of those countries, I must be able to fully adjust and adapt to the idea that everything comes to an end, especially beautiful things… And in order for me to be stronger and be ready for my next fight, I should be able to clench to the memories of each happy moment spent here in order to survive whatever my life’s little box of surprises has hidden for me!

Is it easier said than done? Sure it is… Yet why settle for nothing when you can have too little or maybe even more? ☺

Regards,

Beirut


Wednesday, January 28, 2009

The House of Proverbs



Looking back at my childhood days, I seem to have blocked out most of the things that have happened with me - for one reason or another - yet what I can never forget is the fact that I was raised in what I’d like to call “the house of proverbs”!

Ever since I was little, not one day would pass without my mother or my father involuntarily teaching me a new proverb, which somehow managed to snuggle deep into my memory’s reservoir and is summoned into my conversations every once in while!

Out of the hundred proverbs I have memorized throughout the years, one still “haunts” my thoughts and actions up until this day: “Il asa ma byintasa” – the English translation for this proverb would be: The pain/hurt/sorrow that you experience can never be forgotten. I believe this is true!

Somewhere deep inside each of us, there is often a place for forgiveness but the margin of forgetfulness is highly related to the amount of pain we undergo in each situation. Sometimes, we are able to forgive and forget a wrongful act done against us very easily and in a matter of days or even hours, the whole situation disintegrates into fragments of words that become almost meaningless to us. On the other hand, in more severe situations, the pain we undergo as a result of someone’s ignorance, carelessness, self-absorption, insensitivity, lies and/or betrayals, this kind of pain is almost always hard to recover from and it does linger on in our minds as long as we live. This excruciating pain breeds on our every breath, feeds on our every sorrows and multiplies at moments of utter loneliness!

I realize now that, at certain situations in my life, I have been, unintentionally, the cause of this “pain” in other people’s lives and now that I know what this type of pain is capable of doing after experiencing it first hand, allow me to apologize to each and every person that has ever looked back and remembered me with a tear or even a curse word! Karma has lead me to fall in love with the biggest pain of my life, an ache that will not budge, and will stay in my mind, on and on, in order for me to remember and relive every single day of my life…

Regards,
Beirut

Love & the City - The Single Status



Wherever we go and whatever we do, we are constantly being bombarded by the fact that: everyone around us is getting hitched! Whether it is a passing relationship, an engagement or a marriage, almost everyone is out to search, both hopelessly and endlessly, for his or her “significant” other.

To make matters worse, there is way too much emphasis placed on couple related occasions such as Valentine’s, New Year’s Eve and others, which is all the more reason for singles to feel bad and “out of place”.

So the question is:

Do singles seek to find love because they want to or is it just not socially acceptable to be single anymore?

As we all know, love and companionships are need that we simply cannot deny or ignore. All human beings have basic needs and right after food, clothes and shelter comes the need for love and belonging. But we also know that this particular need could be easily fulfilled through close family relations and solid friendships. So what is it that makes the need for “that special someone” so urgent?

Through research and numerous conversations with friends and acquaintances, it has become evident to me that most singles out there seek a partner through one or more of the following reasons:

• Overcoming loneliness: The “L” word seems to be the new excuse for most failing and troublesome relationships! Many females and males voluntarily choose to be in a miserable relationship over being alone and content! Loneliness has become the millennium’s new threatening disease!

• Seeking recognition: Many people tend to feel that the most satisfactory recognition is that which stems from the love of a partner. Neglecting other people’s opinions and marginalizing all other compliments and/or critiques, many of us tend to feel “incomplete” unless praised and recognized only by our “significant” other!

• Avoiding embarrassments: How many times have we been placed in situations were being single felt “wrong”? Many I guess. I remember once having my fingers thoroughly checked by a friend’s mother to see whether I was engaged or married yet! Or how about the times you receive an invitation with a “plus one” and you end up going solo or taking a friend just not to feel out of place? Being in a relationship, especially a “serious” one does help you get along better with your surroundings and it helps you “fit in” somehow!

• Desiring the “drama” factor: Trust me when I say: many people have a secret desire for drama and pain in their rather dull and monotonous routine! They seek to be in a relationship for the spices the drama of a relationship can add to their daily lives! I have also encountered people who create drama when it is not necessary out of the need for change!

• Feeling “old”: Almost 10-15 years ago, the “normal” age for females to get married was between 18 to 21 and maybe even younger. Although times have changed and women are being more involved with their careers and work, there is always that tingling feeling inside many of them which makes them think that “they are getting too old and they need to find the one before it’s too late”!

• Craving stability: Though many marriages are tainted with infidelities and painted with lies, thousands of people still believe that marriage = stability! Therefore, many women are ready to settle for way less than their standards in order to be in what they want to believe is a “stable” relationship in which they would be loved, cherished and respected.

• Wanting children: We all know that having children requires a marriage, this is how it is usually done and it is the only acceptable way of conceiving a child in the Arab world. Therefore, and especially for men in their late thirties and women in their early twenties, marriage has turned into a necessity in order to “breed”! Seeking love in this situation is not even considered! It is a matter of utilizing both the female and male fertility before it is too late!

• Needing financial resources: Yes, it is true although it is very well denied by most women and men: A huge number of males and females alike seek to be in a relationship simply because they desire having someone to play the role of “a banking account”! Here, the desire to be with someone depends solely on the financial situation! The “need” to be driven around town in a fancy car or to be wined and dined in a fancy restaurant has become, for many, a crucial requirement for the “perfect” match!

• Longing for intimacy: Wanting someone to hold, cuddle and spoil you is a need that cannot be denied! The only acceptable way to have that is through being in a serious relationship!

• Escaping reality: Needing a vent or a shoulder to cry on when the world seems too rough to handle alone is a job that many tend to think is that of a partner. Although we may have many friends and a few close ones, the need to be comforted by a “special” someone is always there! Sometimes no amount of friends can fill in the place of having someone you love hold you and tell you: Everything is going to be alright.

• Seeking attention: Many men look to be with a partner, a pretty one in precise, in order to get the attention they lack from their peers and their society as well! Women also share that trait yet in a lower percentage!

So now, after listing all the possible scenarios for this subject at hand, the question remains: do singles really “need” to be in relationships? Or are they cordially forced into them due to the pressures of society and lack of money, self-esteem, confidence and appreciation?

Someone Once Said...


The things we regret the most, are the things that we don't do...


I wonder, is this true?

Saturday, January 24, 2009

My Latest, Greatest Enemy!



Throughout my life, especially between the age 15 to 25, I used to take pride in myself for having the minimum number of enemies wherever I went and whatever I did. It used to give me comfort knowing that no matter how bad things used to get between anyone and me; I am able to maintain the minimum level of respect and friendliness possible.

Recently though, I have discovered that I am being targeted from one of the worst kind of enemies anyone could ever have: My Dreams!

It seems that after all this time, my dormant enemy has finally awaken from its slumber with one goal in mind: to haunt me and take twisted measures to remind me of my pain or play it to me, like a sad melody, every time I choose to close my eyes!

As fragile as this confession might make me seem, I admit: I am afraid from closing my eyes and falling asleep, for no matter how many hours I spend in this uncomfortable state of “unconsciousness”, my mind refuses to shut down and this conspiracy against my sanity declines to come to an end! Visions, images and sounds from the “once upon a time” happy days keep leaking into my sleep! I know that my dreams open the door for them! I also know that these vicious dreams fabricate beautiful memories that were never lived as well! They weave sincere smiles that were never made and honest words that were never said!

I’m tired, no actually I’m exhausted! If one can’t feel at peace while awake or while sleeping, how else can one rest? I need to rest!!!!





هم وأنت

متل ما هني فاتوا على أرضنا وهدموا بيوتنا وسلبوا عرضنا
أنت فتت على قلبي وهدمت روحي وسلبت عقلي
متل ما جربوا وتكتكوا وخططوا واتفقوا مع "الأصحاب" علينا
انت جربت وتكتكت وخططت واتققت مع الدنيا ومق قلبك القاسي علي
متل ما كذبوا وقالوا انو مصلحة العرب هي همن
كذبت وقلت انو همك مصلحتي
هني قتلوا كتير، انت قتلت قلب كبير
هني شردوا ملايين، أنا ما بعرف أنا مين
هني سرقوا كل شي وبيعرفوا انو مش حقن، وانت ضيعت سنين بالحزن عشتن
طيب كيف؟ كيف بتكرهن وبتحكي عنن؟ ما انت متلن؟ شو بتفرق عنن؟
أيا حسرة على اللي راح

Friday, January 23, 2009

A Thought...


This evening, and as I proudly ran into the clean shiny door of Vero Moda, and after the excruciating pain that bombarded me from the head and the knee and the funny looks I got from everyone who witnessed the accident, it hit me once again: Is a terrible life with him better than a calm happy one without him?

Yes, No, Maybe…


...I guess only time can tell...
 

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