Utopia;the realm of ideas

Jul 5, 2007 at 19:23 o\clock

اهداء

by: heroine   Category: همسات

اهداء

الى من ادين لهم بحياتى

الى من كان لهم الفضل على حتى فى اخطائى

فعلمونى منها كيف تكون حياتى

اهدى اليكم ما لم تستطع كلماتى ان ترسمه

و يعجز قلمى عن ان يكتبه

و لكن تمكن قلبى من ان يحفره بداخله

اهدى اليكم احساسى بالحب ,بالامل,بالذات

احساسى بالحياة

ابى الحبيبب لم تستطع ان تعبر كلماتى عما اريد اهدائه اليك

و لكن تجسدت معانى حبى لك فى ان اهديك 

سنين عمرى و التى ضاع مقابلها من عمرك فى عناء

فتقبل منى يا من احب الى من نفسى هذا الاهداء

و اليك امى الغالية

فعقلى و قلبى و جوارحى مهداة اليك

اهدى اليك عينى تعويضا عن عينك التى ارهقتها

فخوفا على ذرفت دمعها

وقلقا على سهرت ليلها

اهدى اليك بسمتى التى على شفتى رسمتها

و اهدى اليك ضحكتى التى كلما خرجت منى كانت كالنبض يعيد الحياة الى قلبك

اليك حبيبتى اهدى عمرى كله لا اريد منه شيئا 

سوى لحظات كان فيها دمعة ذرفتها فالمك نزولها

لم يكن هذا خاطرا جاش بصدرى فنقلته

و لم تكن انشودة سمعتها فرددتها

و لكنه احساس اردت ان يصل اليهما

و فى الحقيقة لم يكن هذا مجرد اهداء على قدر ما كان اعتراف بالجميل و

اعتذار

 

Jul 5, 2007 at 18:55 o\clock

What have you dreamt of?

by: heroine   Category: مجتمع

      Once at  night i was reading in my armchair and unconsiously i fell asleep.After awhile i heard people screaming,shouting,voices so loud,all of which are enough to make one afraid.Even though i couldn't open my eyes,then the situation developed to the extent that i wasn't just hearing them,i saw them as if they are real,people with ugly looks coming from all sides were to attack me and i was terribly scared.It was as if they were ghosts,but ghosts in real life.For a moment it seemed to me as if i were buried in a vast grave full of unspeakable secrets.I felt an intolerable weight oppressing my breast.

       At that time and i don't know why,i remebered my grandma,   she always told me"don't show your weakness infront of your enemies" .Then i tried to hold on,i tried to convince myself that at least it was a dream,but no,not a dream,it was a real nightmare.I tried to shout as if there is somebody to hear me,but it was in vain, i tried it by all means,but again my cry was voiceless and every time i tried to wake up,i felt as if there was something terrible forcing me to dream the nightmare out to the end.So i was exposed more and more to scary creatures surrounding me from all sides,but to tell you the truth,i was morbidly anxious to turn my eye direction.After being so exausted,i just moved my eyes and i saw a thing that i never expected to see in such a place.I see the man whom i always looked for,the man whom i always had in mind.Honestly,at first i felt my eyes are failing me.You can never imagine my feeling that in such a ghosty world,i found my prince charming waving there from over his white horse saying:"come to me my princess,come to me my lovely rose,come to me and i'll always be yours,just come to me and i'll make a world of our own,a world that nobody has discovered,and nobody is ever going to discover".He captured me,he got me and then......i woke up and say what a lovely dream in a nightmare.

         Well it isn't a real dream,it is just a vent of the pressures of life,that we all feel as if we are saphocated in life.But in the midst of such a world,a world where everything turns up side down,there is still a beautiful thing.This wonderful thing exists everywhere,at least in one's self.But because of being worn out through our lives, the beauty of life turns out to be a sign that we can't see,a whisper that we can't hear.

Jul 5, 2007 at 06:11 o\clock

I wish

by: heroine   Category: فضفضة

I wish i were a mountainstream 

to do whatever i always dream

I wish,I were

Not to listen to a  word

that may turn out to be a lie

Not to hear a song of a bird

that may leave and fly

Not to do as they did

so that i can peacefully lie

I dreamed to be above people and thier problems

to be even above a self that doesn't make a sense

Out of soul,Out of mind

to keep away from love that is so hard to hide

Jul 5, 2007 at 05:38 o\clock

sometimes

by: heroine   Category: فضفضة

 

sometimes we frown at others

we don't know why?

sometimes we feel joy by being with others

we don't want to know why

sometimes,sometimes,and sometimes

but people must ask us why?

they reveal the red line in ourselves

but we must even try

to regain it back to ourselves

and make failure thier try

to you my love,sweetheart,i'd always say

I'll always be yours without how or why

to you as the first one who made me try

to forget people and problems and to travel uphigh

but not to forget myself in a shadowy world

and to live it as it is with my soul being up so high