Our lost Mother

I lost my soul mate today. A loss that can't be found. The lost that leads to forever. My mother: she's gone to the underworld. Not to visit, but to stay there forever. I wish tears could bring her back, because the whole world is filled with tears. Sad faces are not to be counted. The world is at silence. I can hear people praying, asking for forgiveness upon her. If humans were immortal, I could have called her perfect mother. She's beautiful in any of her ways. Emotionally, physically and mentally. She taught many how to be patient and handle their lives. She taught me specifically how to lower my gaze and greet my elders. We will miss you our dearly beloved mother. We will never forget you in all our senses of imaginations and thinking. You're the queen of all queens, and the king of kings. I can't go further in my words, because I can't see at the moment. Tears are flowing on my cheeks like a stream and making the sheets of the paper wet. Let me stop here and tend to my crying eyes. My prayers for you will be the first in all of my prayers. We love you and we will miss you. Au revoir our beloved mother. May the soul of yours rest in perfect peace. Amen.

Ramadan

Its so sad that your leaving. I wish we could lock you up, and keep you forever with us. Your living days are over in our world. You came and spent days with us, but today, the days you spent came to fruition. I can remember the first day you came and brightened up our world, and promised us you will be with us for 29 days. I never thought you were so serious with what you said, but today we understood. I am crying with no tears, because I've no tears to shed again. I cried like the first day I came to the world. I once joked about the movement of the days, "that they are not running, but they're skipping". Today, finally I know that what I said it wasn't a joke, it's surely and purely the truth. You made a promise again, by saying that you will be back again in some number of months to come. I am happy to recall this promise that you made. I will be patiently waiting for you again. I pray to live long and see you again my dear best friend (Ramadan)

A Wasted Life

Disturbed and confused by my own thoughts.
The thoughts that argue within themselves.
Confusing a daft brain into confusion
and disturbing the mind into disturbance.
Drunk with regrets, because the thoughts
brought back the shadow of the past.
A wasted life.
The life that got busted since at the beginning.
The past was full of hopes and dreams that were real.
But today, the life of a young lad
was demolished and vanished like it never existed.
Who am I?
I am nothing but a piece of a blank sheet.

New Day

Beautiful day it was.
It came along with all the souls I knew.
The sun was up,
bright and glittering like gold.
The sky was clear as an empty sheet.
Birds were showing
their independence and freedom in the air. Swinging from the sky down to the earth.
I sat outside,
drawing the new world with my living eyes. Chewing and inhaling the air
that came along with the day.
I hugged myself,
and thanked the Lord that made me,
and chased me to this day alive.

My Mother

You are the perfect teacher in the whole wide world. You taught me well with your sweet words. You are the best among the best. You handled me with such care like a breakable object. You are surely the woman who is trustworthy in this world. You brought me up, and tended me like your life. I wish you could linger in this world forever. I wish for a thousand things, but you are the queen of all wishes. I love you my dear mama, and I will continue to do so till I am no longer dwelling in the midst of beings. Love you my one and only.

Mother

A mother, my mother, your mother and our mothers. No soul is better than the soul of yours. We ran away, because you've been showering the truth upon us. You gave us advice that has not been given to us. We denied the fact, and left you alone with your truthful words. We went to the street, because we followed our devilish minds to satisfy our needs, but the world showed no mercy on us. The world deceived us at the beginning, and abandoned us at the middle of nowhere. We were lost in the woods that has no eyes to take us back to the past. Disrespecting the woman that carried you for nine months, suffering with pains and tiredness. All these are like committing murder my dear fellow souls. Be thankful to the Almighty for keeping your mother alive to help you jump the obstacles of this confused world. Many lost theirs, and have no one to give them advice. Hold yours tide and smell the goodness of the world and the underworld.

A beautiful girl

A height that can't be defined.
A body that confuses the eyes of its viewers.
A silky skin that shines like a diamond.
Teeth arranged in the order of an army,
all in white uniform.
Fresh like air,
and transparent
like the mercy of flowing water.
Bright like Venus.
A being that attracts the blind
and make the deaf hear.
A voice that every soul understands,
and soothes the worried minds.
Who is this being?
A beautiful girl
that every soul dreams to be with.

Death

I can feel my bones hissing with anger.

My heart slowing, on the verge of fear. 

My soul packing itself to flee. 

Oh! I am dying. 

The underworld is calling in a whisper, 

but my ears have gone deaf. 

I don't want to go there, 

but there is no room for a soul of mine to remain in this world. 

A whisper again, 

this time it is my relatives and friends. 

Calling in a loud tone, it makes my dead ears came back to life. 

I turn and see, but they were all lying in their graves. 

I miss them, but I don't want to be with them. 

Death lies before us like the shadow of the moon. 

My time is yet to arrive, 

but the poor soul has already packed itself. 

The soul of the rich and the poor 

like to linger in this world, 

but death is inevitable. 

Every soul shall taste death.

The lecture hall.

 As I entered to the hall, the lecturer wasn't there. I heard whispers from people, chatting in a low tone within themselves. I was lucky no one among them gazed at me. I marched myself to the corner of the hall and found an empty seat. Seated alone like an orphan, i sat on it and began to study the faces of the rest, but unfortunately all were unfamiliar.
My eyes grew heavy because of the work they did. I buried my head on the desk and began sinking from one thoughts to another. I became blind and deaf at the moment, then I heard a soothing voice spreading its venom into my ears. At first I thought it was a dream, but the voice grew loud and rescued me from my meaningless thoughts. I lifted myself up to a sitting posture, and then I realised was an unfamiliar face, standing up straight like a tower. Her face glowing like the new moon, and her eyes twinkling like the stars. She wore jeans and shirt, well fitted on her silky skin. "Hello" she said. For the moment I was quiet, busy drinking her body from the sky to the earth. I composed myself and replied. " Hey, how are you doing?" I cried. Am good. My name is chelsea, but my friends call me chuchu. She held her hand and I raised mine. The two hands welded to each other. "Can I have a seat with you" she said. There was an empty seat by my left, desperately in need for someone to sit on it. "Yeah sure" I said, and she sat on it and began to arrange her books on the desk. "My name is Devon" I announced to her face. We started to exchange words in a comfortable way that took us to a world of friendship. We talked about ourselves and our families. At the midst of feast of words we were having, the lecturer emerged and made the conversation came to an end. Those that took a journey to some seats, return to theirs, and every chat in the hall dissolves into pieces of ashes. The hall went silent like an abandoned grave. The moment the lecturer started, all brains were lent to him, and we were all racing to catch his words. The lecture took us forever and we were all lost at the end.

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Waking up and finding out that the world you were meant to be was gone along with your hopes and dreams. What will you do? On what will you lean on? Or will you just stand still like a statue and wait for your ticking clock to stop? We should learn how to forget our past, because the past consist of myths. Some past events wake up some sleeping tears, but we should learn to endure them because everything in this world is not meant to last forever and that's why we call the recent activities past.
The past is always yesterday, and the future is in every heartbeat of the clock. March yourself to your dreams, up to the peak of it, and gaze at your hopes and wishes. No human will deceive you and discourage you by your failure of the past. Go deep into yourself, where the good treasures are kept, and bring them out to fruition. Release the tragic past and head to the path you always dreamt of.. No dream is too big, but by weakening your soul, every dream would be too large to fetch.

My dreams

I lay on my bed to be absent for a while, but nothing happened. We are two in the room, me and my dear bed. The night was old, a whisper of wind would make it to fall to the past, but still a sign of sleep is nowhere to be found. I roll and make a stop, lying on my back and my two living eyes, up; gazing at the ceilings. I dug into my thoughts and began to think on so many things that were useful. Among the bunch, I figured out one among the rest, which I think is the most useful. Who am I? This is the question. Am I a loser or a dreamer trying to accomplish his dreams and be a winner? I don't know, and I think nobody wants to fail, but the action to perform a hard work, and save yourself from losing is the most hardest thing to do. Patience is the rule for everything, but me and you don't have it. I wanted to be a writer in a day, but that's impossible. I tried more than hard to learn how to write a name, but I end up inventing mistakes all the time. "We learn from our mistakes". Mistakes corrects, but not all knew about it. Who am I? I am the person that wants to be a writer. "Writing looks very simple, but its more difficult than it looks" says a writer. I am suffocating, running out of air, but I won't stop till I become a writer. I started to love writing since the day I can't remember, and I will learn to write the names of those that said "I can't and I should stop" . I am on my feet, ready to cross the obstacles. I pray to be a writer by God's grace. With Him all things are possible.

Lame night

Eyes open widely, but it seems they are useless. It's dark like a realm of darkness and blank like nothing. The birds are dead or so I think, because the sky is silent like a grave. The streets are hungry, with nothing to feed them. Humans and the rest of the beings hide under roofs until this time has passed. I was the only one awake. I jogged, strolled and ran through many places in search of a being to make the night taste good, but I was not lucky to find one. So I turned myself around and headed back to where I started. I came to my room and stood still at the door, sweeping the room with my living eyes, but nothing looked inviting. I drove myself to my bed, and sat on it. I picked up a pillow from the bed, and hugged it like a baby, cradling it to make him to sleep. I paused in that posture for a long time that I can't remember, and I began to think. I lost myself in my thoughts, busy creating a lavish life that I wished would come to fruition. And before I knew, my eyes grew heavy and were buried under my lids, and I was half dead for a while till the morning birds sang a song that soothes the ears of a new day.

My lost love

I don't have enough words to write about you. My knowledge of writing is just a year or some months I think. I would like to describe your looks to the readers, but the words are not calm and beautiful as you are. You are lost and can't be found, but I am lucky to have seen your picture. The silky skin that shines like a diamond buzzed my view and made my eyes stand still gazing at the indefinable face of yours. "You look beautiful" I comment. I wish you were here close to me. I wish for a thousand things, but you're the queen of all wishes. I love you and I will till my dying days. I am stammering, suffocating and clueless. I have reached the limit of my ability to write more, till I gain more experience to continue. Love you my lost love.

I met a friend

I prayed for the day when a special being would appear. And today the prayers were answered. I met a girl I called a very good friend, but I was uncomfortable the moment I set gaze on her cute face. I froze like a statue unable to reply to a word she said. "Hey" she announced, but I was lost in thoughts that weren't mine. I answered the moment I composed myself, but my voice was cracked like I was being chased by a deadly creature. I tuned my living eyes to hers, and examined the beauty that was hers. She started the conversation while I stood still watching her teeth marching according to the order of army, all in white uniform. She continued and made the conversation episodic, and all I could say was nothing. I prayed until my dying days for some rescue, but no being appeared until I started suffocating from the scent of the perfume that she wore. A friend emerged to save this confused child. "Whew" I said in my mind, and began to relax because I knew I was about to leave and head toward a different world, and that's what happened. I left the field of her peripheral and departed to a comfortable world.

A wasted life

Disturbed and confused by my own thoughts.
The thoughts that argue within themselves.
Confusing a daft brain into confusion
and disturbing the mind into disturbance.
Drunk with regrets, because the thoughts
brought back the shadow of the past.
A wasted life.
The life that got busted since at the beginning.
The past was full of hopes and dreams that were real.
But today, the life of a young lad
was demolished and vanished like it never existed.
Who am I?
I am nothing but a piece of a blank sheet.

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