August 21, 2012

I rimes if you only attempt

Stepping slowly along the widened alley
Disappears, it disappears like an allusion
Just follow the river into the valley
You’ll find your own sacred confusion
Pray faithful, my friends do not bury
We witness our souls collide in fusions instant.

We love so hastily, so passionate, so ill
Disappear, It disappears in an hour.
Oh! We love, yes, love, what a whim
And our passion us rapidly devour
Do not wallow, dear, do not mill
After yesterday & today come to-morrow
smothered in burry fur.

Hasting, hasting we disappear so fast
Amidist the fading mirrors of was
Not the presenet, it is what's past
That we rectify as our ‘cause
Fading in a garden of one last
Hiss of them saving the buzz
Till that black shapely mark ends


يبقى بيني و بين ما أتنفسه من هواء الحرية بضعة أنفس تحاربُ المجهول.

أقفُ اليوم عرياء أمام مرآة الحقيقة البحرينية لأجد نفسي خلف قضبان التغيير في زنزانة حقيرة مجهولة المعالم

بعد سفك الدماء و إعادة تأسيس المنافي للجميع من قبل العائلة الحاكمة في البحرين، استدرك البعض أن الوقت قد حان لبذل السبل و السعي 

يتلاشى الماضي فقط عندما نستوعب المستقبل. لا يمكن للمرء أن يقف دون أرض يستند عليها و لا يمكن للبحرين أن تتغير إلا عندما نتقبل اختلافاتنا  لا خلافاتنا فهي الارضية التي يجب أن نبني عليها لتتلاشى.

August 20, 2012

I'm Home

Trees are so fascinating; they speak the loudest conversations silently. Not a word uttered and yet it remains that all they say brings forth a path of beauty, adventure and wholeness. I miss that part of me; the secretive paths of sheer purity, my ability to touch something around me and my heat-felt smile.

It's been haunting me lately. I never in my life felt I belonged anywhere nor do I now. It simply is that I feel home just being near this one person in my life. I cannot seem to let go of this fear of yet again pushing someone I care about more than anything in the world away. Just recently, I lost two very important people in my life who I have embraced as family and accepted to lean on when in need; something I'd never do in my previous life. The painful fact is that I do not know what it is that I am which led them to want to hate and hurt me so much.

I have nothing to offer but myself and yet again it seems to those I care about the most that it does not really matter. I cannot help anyone nor feel that this comfort I have is right. Things will change soon, I know, and probably not to the best. But, I will try to wrap my head around the idea that things don't last longer than they should and move on. It's inevitable.