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.”

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 . »

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.”