Lost in Time

You know ... 

There was a time when everything was different, 

the way we looked the way we talked 

the way we perceive this life. 

There was a time when everything seemed so small. 

The sun, the moon and the falling stars across the sky

You know ... 

There were days that felt so long yet so short 

All of a sudden those days are what we're longing for....

There were this group of people walking together,

They got scattered by the first cross roads

You know ...

Am just lost in time with all its memories

Old,new ....

What's yesterday and what's today ... 

you know or maybe you don't know ?

Two Lost Souls

Two lost souls, lost their way while searching for home.

Met each other at last, at the dark night cross roads.

Shared their stories together in the blinding cold.

Let their dreams of freedom together unfold.

Two lost souls, lost their way while searching for home.

Turned out  ...

Each others was what they were looking for 

Your Picture

Intro : The number of poems i wrote in 2012 can be counted on hands , I'm posting this here now because there's a very very tiny probability that the one i wrote the poem to would read it.

Your Picture

I'm not tired of looking at your picture,

Not tired of seeing that sparkle in your eyes,

Lighting the dark sides of the screen of life.

For you, I'll start a journey to the center of hell

to be washed away by your heaven for one day.

I'm not tired of looking at your picture everyday

But i just hate how it feels when i start to see 

That you're not looking back at me 

The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button (#)

    BENJAMIN
                  I never met my father.



                                     

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                                CAPT. MIKE
                  You're a lucky bastard! All
                  father's want to do is hold you
                  down!.. Out on my father's boat,
                  working da two-a-days... This
                  littl' fat bastard, "tug Irish,"
                  what they calls them. They say
                  the Irish the only one's stupid
                  `nough to work a tug. Them and
                  the Portuguese, as we all know how
                  stupid them Portuguese is. I
                  fin'ly get up the nerves and tell
                  him... "I don't wanta spend da
                  rest of my life on a goddamn
                  tugboat...!" You know what I'm
                  sayin'?

                                BENJAMIN
                  You didn't want to spend the rest
                  of your life on a tugboat.

                                CAPT. MIKE
                  Absolutely, damn right! So you
                  know what my father says? He says
                  "Who the hell you think you are?"
                  "What the hell you think you can
                  do?" I tell him. "Well if you
                  askin' -- I want to be a artist."
                  He laughs. He says, "If God
                  wanted you to be an artist he
                  would made you one." "God wanted
                  you to work a tugboat just like
                  me, and that's what you goin' to
                  do?" "Now, if I ever hear you
                  mention art again, I'll throw you
                  overboard!" Well, I went and I
                  show him... I made myself an
                  artist...

     And he suddenly takes off his shirt, pulls down his
     pants... And we see he's covered, from head to toe, with
     "his artwork," and incredible array of tattoos...

                                 CAPT. MIKE (CONT'D)
                  A tattoos artist...! I puts every
                  one on myself!

     And they look it, upside down sideways and backwards...

                                CAPT. MIKE (CONT'D)
                  You have to skin me alive to take
                  my art away from me now! When I'm
                  dead I'm going to send him my arm!
                                (MORE)
                                                       (CONTINUED)

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                             CAPT. MIKE (CONT'D)
               Don't let anyone tell you
               different! You got to do what you
               meant to do! And I happen to be a
               god-damned artist!

                             BENJAMIN
                    (stating the obvious)
               But you're a tugboat captain.

The butterfly

Oh sweet butterfly why won't you fly 

with no wings you can even try

you smile and rise in the morning shine

yet you can't reach the skies

Oh sweet butterfly why won't you fly

afraid to fall down or afraid to feel alive

life's gift for you is to live and try

and in the end of the day remember 

 you're a sweet butterfly.

The song

That maybe life is nothing more than a piano song

with its tunes going in your mind and moving along

That maybe the days that pass are nothing but some tunes

some we play and some we don't choose

عادي

أنا مش فاهم حاجة و ماشي بكلم نفسي و بقول عادي 

يمكن أكون تايه أو يمكن أكون ماشي في حالي 

عادي

ماهو كل شئ في حياتنا بأة عادي

يا عم كبر يا عم نفد و كلو فالأخر فاني 

ناس بتتكلم و ناس بتسمع وأهو كلو فل أخر بيهاتي

و ده مش بس حالي ده حال كل اللي في البلد دي

و مالو برده هرجع وأقول عادي 

منا أصلي يعمل نفسي فاهم كل حاجة يعمل نفسي مش فاهم 

و فالحالة ده أو الحالة ده 

 هدعي ربنا إنو  يصلح حالي

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Thanks go to Mina Samir

A Tweet

I wanna be heard i wanna be felt i wanna be seen,

going to write my words and hide them in a simple tweet.

"Remember me in your day , remember me in your dreams"

Maybe a small tweet would replace words we can't speak,

we live in times where a simple mouse touch

can change so much.

Tweet about today, tomorrow and the words left unsaid,

a story begins and another one has to end.

It starts with a tweet with few characters blinking on the screen,

read them feel them .. maybe retweet them

.... but in the end ..

I wanna be followed i wanna be felt i wanna be seen

I want to write it all, even if all it takes is a simple tweet.

In the shadows

Hey , there you don't see me but am there

When the rain falls and everything seems to crumble down on your face

When the light seems to not shine and everything may seem going away out of line

Remember it's so dark before you turn on the light

You don't see me doesn't mean i don't care or lost my place

When you need me just call my name and you'll find me there

Without a sword or a superman scarf to wear

Cause I've always been there .... in the shadows

The Shadow

I know only your shadow,

It seems enough for me.

I can give it the details that can set me free.

I know only your shadow,

It makes me feel fine.

I am falling in love with a shadow,

The empty shadow of you.

Will he give up?

"So you can write?" asked the old man, it seemed as if he liked what i wrote. I can't fail this time it seems to be my last chance, it's been more than one year since i started searching for someone to support my work and it's always been the same a door closed with a smile. It takes a lot of courage to quit everything in your life to start following your passion sometimes i regret the chances that passed the other way of the road, but there seemed to be always a way through as if a light was guiding my way. With my papers in his hand,the old man simply says "I'm sorry".

The hopeless hope

Collecting the bits and pieces that fell apart

the bits and pieces of myself

leaving me dreaming with no will to wake up

the world doesn't seem to give us a new start

and all of a sudden you find yourself lost

lost with a tiny hope

a beautiful hope

The hopeless hope....