April 12, 2006

In a dream..

This poem is written by my colleague, Eng. Mohamed Galal.
For the honour of his late beloved, and his cherish to her love, i'm posting his poem here. Enjoy!
إستيقظت يوماً لأكتشف أنى قد فقدتها للأبد , فقد رحلت و لم يبق منها إلا الذكرى , رحلت دون قصد منها و إنما هو وعد الله جاء , أما اليوم إستيقظت صباحاً و كنت قد رأيتها , بعد كل هذا الزمان , زمان أحسبه عقوداً , و يحسبه الآخرون بمرور الأيام

كانت تلك أول مرةٍ أراها فى أحلامى , كنت دائماً ما أراها فى أطياف ذكرياتها , إلا أن تلك المرة كانت الأجمل , و لا أستطيع أن أرى لذلك سبباً , فقد رايتها أجمل , فقط ... أجمل , كل ما استطعت أن أتبينه أنها ظهرت لتنتشلنى , أو لتنقذنى مما أنا فيه , و ربما لن أستطيع أن أروى ذلك الحلم لأن وجهها فقط هو ما أذكر , و هو كل ما استطيع التفكير فيه

لا أدرى لماذا راودنى ذلك الحُلم , و هل أتى ليبعثنى من جديد أم ليقوض فىَّ أركان النسيان , و لا أقصد نسيانها بالطبع بل هى تلك الذكرى الحزينة فى رحيلها , أما أنا فلا أملك إلا الذكرى التى ظهرت هى لتبعثها من جديد

القاهرة فى
30/3/2006

February 10, 2006

When a woman loves a man

She doesn't love him for his money, not for the things he can bring her..
she loves him because of the things he makes her want to give him.

She doesn't love him because of his looks or charm..
she loves him because he sees her as the prettiest woman.

She loves him when she sees all the wonderful things she wants to do to him..
she loves him when she sees how happy her future will be in his arms.

She loves him for all his weaknesses he shows her with no shame..
She loves him for the perfect picture she draws for him

She doesn't lose trust in him when he does wrong..
she knows he can fill her eyes again with his strength.

She loves him for being himself..
not for what he tries to show he is..
She simply loves, with no doubt.

February 9, 2006

Symphony of Hate

"They are all smiling, I am crying.
They are all happy, and i don't know if they are lying.
The world shows me the worst, in my best moments.
And everything they do looks its best, in my darkest thoughts.

Seems unfair all the way.
Seems I don't get my share of luck of the day..
Down I go.
Up they go.

They get everything they never deserved.
I never get anything what I've always deserved.

Growing inside me... making me blind..."

And on and on goes this hatred symphony.
The words darker without change of melody.
How many poor souls join the orchester.
How many sleepy ones listen, without getting the picture?

February 8, 2006

Late night dreams

Late..
so late at night
when the light dies..
and the wind gets cold
the sleepy puppets come out..
they dance their deadly steps
and draw the darkest dreams..
they jump and swirl
staining the walls with dark colors..

They are just dreams after all.
At night they are just too dark to imagin.

January 22, 2006

Except Me

You may lie to the whole world, but not to me.
You can pass over everyone, but not over me.
I am so in your life, in your soul, that you can't get rid of me.

So much is the time we spent, together or not together, but thinking of each other.
You just can't throw all this time away.
I am there, and too hard to leave.
For now i can read your eyes clear.
Those looks I know well. I have seen them a lot.
I can also read your mind if I need to.
I told you, lie to the whole world, but not to me.
For I will know it from your eyes, your sound.

Don't be upset, don't feel trapped.
For i will be the best person to turn to when you need someone.
I will be there.
There to comfort, to talk to and to argue with.
To do what you please, without even asking for it.
At times like that, you will know how much I care,
and why you can never get rid of me!
I am there, and too hard to leave.

Feb. 23rd, 2001.