Sunday, July 11, 2010

The Forbidden Oasis.


Sometimes, in life, one comes across what he believes to be his search.
After a weary long journey, you see an oasis in the middle of the desert and think to yourself:
“There it is, few more steps and I’ll be there. Life has finally rewarded me and gave me the best I deserve”
But as soon as you get there, you realize that the oasis can neither be yours nor can you  set foot
In it to rest  your distressed body and painful mind.  All you have to do is step back and see if you can carry on your journey, having in mind the “forbidden oasis”.

I stepped on daisies
And crushed sweet poppies
To reach the rose.
It was a bush
With a rose crimson red.
Transported by the scent,
Bliss was the touch
Of smooth velvet petals;
As if a silky loving hand
Caressed a  deserted heart
Weary of oblivion and loneliness.           
I outstretched my hand
To reach which I believed to be
The rose of salvation.
A heavenly voice I heard
“don’t approach, you will get hurt,
And am too weak to stand your pain”
“an arsenal of thorns you have
How can you be so weak?”
“Those are my curse
My stem is tough, alright

But I only live a while
Whereas your scar
Will outlive your pain.
I will be gone, dear friend
Before you’ll have the chance
To wash away the stains of blood you have.”


Saturday, June 19, 2010

A Journey Of A Soul.


Has anyone of us thought, one day of surprises life can hold for us ? They can be bitter, sour or sweet, yet we never take them into consideration when planning ahead ! A mere coincidence can turn your life upside-down or inside out, depends on the impact of what might happen. Every soul should expect the unexpected, hoping to be something bearable and manageable.
I saw my soul leaving,
And didn’t try to hold it
I knew it was going far away,
How far and how long, yet
I could not tell.
I have survived without
But  nearly lost my mind.
Until the day it came
And said to me in whisper :
« I have nowhere to stay,
I thought I found my mate
With whom we could be one
But here comes the day
When my sweet soul mate
Went back where it belongs . »

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

A Shepherd and a Gipsy.

We are granted life with a degree of freedom as to what to do with it. Accordingly, each one of us is free to choose the path he/she wishes to take for his journey. Now, what if you are walking along one of the trails of life and you come across a place, where you feel your happiness is there and you don’t need to carry on the road you intended to take. Some of us will definitely stay without a second thought, whereas others will look at it and move their souls ahead looking back wishing they could forget their commitments and duties. As a matter of fact, that is what life is all about: choices! I would say even more: the ability to dare to choose
 
 
Sitting under an olive tree,
Watching  his flock feeding.
Took out his flute
and started his tune.
“Who’s that beautiful girl?
Are you my fantasy?
Or some kind of mystery!”
“Ney”, replied she,
“Come and touch my hair
Ghalia is my name.”
Her plaited hair is real
And her brown eyes full of grief.
“What brought you here?
Tell me, you Ghalia!”
“I  walked  the tracks
and  stinging  paths
to take you far away”.
“I have my sheep to herd
Whilst  you’re  light as a bird.
“Look, a wolf is near the flock
I have to climb up the rock”.
“Run, my dear, run
I 'll wait here till you return.