life

Some People

some people

Some people, we love them;
but we don’t get near them
because, from far, they are more seductive,
from far, they are more noble
from far, they are more precious.

Some people, we love them,
we do anything to be close to them,
we do everything to share every detail of our life with them,
it hurts to stay away from them,
it is impossible to imagine our life without them.

Some people, we love them,
we wish to live a beautiful story with them,
we come up with circumstances just to bump into them,
we come up with excuses just to see them,
we live a fantasy with them.

Some people, we love them,
but we keep it a secret to ourselves,
so we remain silent, even if it burns us,
we don’t declare our love, because the obstacles are numerous,
and the consequences are frightening,
and it is best for us that the door stays shut between us.

Some people, we love them,
we fill the earth with their love and we speak about them to the world,
we constantly whisper their name,
we need their presence… like water…like air,
we suffocate when they are not around.

Some people, we love them,
because they are available,
and our need to be loved pulls us to them,
because time flies, we age, and it scares us to stay without a companion.

Some people, we love them,
because they deserve nothing but to be loved,
we learn from them,
we build with them,
we paint the color of life with them,
we do everything to keep them happy.

Some people, we love them,
but they don’t love us back,
so we break and fall,
we never forget them,
we love no one but them,
and we cry them over again, every time we fail to win their love.

Some people, we love them,
we just wait until they see us,
until they love us in return,
until they love us as much as we love them.

~ Khalil Gibran

Khalil Gibran (1883-1931) was born in Bsharri, Lebanon. He immigrated with his parents to Boston in 1895, and later settled in New York City. His works, written in both Arabic and English, are full of lyrical outpourings and express his deeply religious and mystical nature. His work The Prophet (1923), a book of poetic essays, achieved cult status in modern literature. Gibran died in New York City.

Poetic Truths (Repost)

poetic truths

For it’s a strange thing that
we are able to weave the web of true poetry
only when sadness reigns the heart

Like that mystery ingredient
which adds flavor and finesse
to the gourmet of feelings expressed in words

Why happiness is seldom the reason to
elevate our words, lifting them at heights
unprecedented

Majority of poets are born
not out of curiosity, ambition or fascination
but out of necessity

Needs to fill up empty voids with words
voids acting up like black holes
in the cosmos of one’s emotions

It’s a reassurance to one’s self
almost a last resort against
blitzkrieg of the senses

A major part of life is spent in searching the
joys of heart so when at hand
we try our best living those moments

Songs are often born by the mating of
euphoria and glee as the words
get the baptism of contentedness

People relate more to sadness
so tragic poetry seems like a soothing light
at the end of the tunnel

 

Its just a feeling of mine that words come out more strongly when your heart is sad.

Blitzkrieg = An intense military campaign intended to bring about a swift victory.

Prisoners

PrisonersAll our lives we are in pursuit of something, as we grow older, and our feelings mature we see it all around us, depicted in movies, books, gossips. We observe real life examples and marvel at them. We promise ourselves that when we will grow older we will also have it and will bask blissfully in its soothing warmth. We draw sketches in our thoughts of how we will live with it and in our minds create a framework of how we will spend our life in it.

As we grow older we watch others having the time of their lives in it and we try to get it for ourselves, but soon we realize that it’s not an easy thing to get hold of, we hold back due to our fears but finally we muster up courage and in haste we misinterpret other things for it and then realize when the reality is handed to us that we were wrong, we begin saying that we are better off without it. (more…)

A Good Man

A Good Man

A Good man is curious about all things around
That shape and impact his country his town
Always raising his voice for those in need
He helps putting smiles on faces that frown

A Good man will listen and will give ear
In doing so, he will make his point clear
A Good man will respect all other views
For truth, he will stand firm without fear

A Good man is like an open Book
He cares
He respects
He considers
He guides
A Good man holds no grudges inside
Faces the truth, he never hides

A Good man learns from mistakes he makes
From each defeat positive things, he takes
He gets back up every time he falls
A Good man builds bridges; he breaks walls

A Good man is never hard to find
He shuns injustice never turns his eye blind
A Good man is inside all of us, yes it’s true
Never let that Good man die in you

Rest In Peace

Rest In Peace

“People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad.”

― Marcel Proust

Fret not my friend…

Fret not my friend

Fret not my friend…

If you loved unconditionally
Got acknowledged with greed
Your part you played well

For love is a two edged sword
Delight on one pain on other
Depends which side scars you

Fret not my friend…

If you toil all your days
Still find that your labor’s lost
Diligence always gets reward

For a man’s days are like dust
He sows reaps intent’s prisoner
Like father and his father before

Fret not my friend…

If your days feel no sunshine
Dark of night engulfs your moon
Emotions end heart’s alliance

As each soul longs for solace
Enslaved by pursuit of purpose
Truth never ends in vain

Fret not my friend…

If you don’t get answers
Of all the questions you seek
Each day every night

For it doesn’t matter what
Answers you achieve unless
You ask the right questions

Fret not my friend…..

If you turned the other cheek
Got mocked by this world
As a man is known by his virtue

Just starve that ego inside
And feed that soul of yours
You will find the meaning of life