The wandering child

I saw her wandering between the worshipers' lines
Not more than 6 years old, I asked her: 'where's your dad?'
Not saying a single word she pointed to the man near the door
One man of more than a million of refuges searching for his family a safer shore
Coming down the stairs of the mosque, the poor child tripped and fell
Echo of her screaming drew in the air burned houses and massacred children
Nostalgia for her home land flickered through her tears
Tell me..what's good in a life of a torn innocence that is so full of fears?

(I've written this for children's day (or the International Day for Protection of Children)  which is today. It is about a Syrian girl. She has a father, a mother and two brothers all are Syrian refuges. In the neighborhood we try to help them with what we could, but no one can ever give you what's like your home.) 

Lost and found

All by a sudden it all came back to me
Like a soft symphony lighting up the dark tunnel of my ear
I don't know how it happened, so many speculations in my head
Recall? Love? The tears that had been unshed?
I guess that's how the inner me works
Demons and angels, spirit and bones
Evanescence and intolerable reality increase the wilderness of my thoughts
Suns of my universe are getting prepared to wipe out the big dots
Crawling in, going out my thoughts incarnate into words
Enigma is the booster of my creepiness giving me relief but sometimes hurts
Nirvana! O sacred Nirvana, what are you?
Temptation is what kept me looking for you..could it be just a déja-vu?

 
  

Mum..my dearest Mum

Paradise is the essence of her tenderness and care

Heart and soul she raised me up, dressed me from toe to head

Even when I rebelled she was the one who held the olive branch

Never gave up a fight for me and made me believe in second chance

Often she sacrificed so I can live in peace and be at ease  

Mother, one in a million my first love, my life’s breeze

Every time I try to understand how she absorbed the pain I get only confusion

Never knew such a heart that survived so much bruises

A mystery that doesn't have to be revealed, she had brought a man out of a seed
Long live our mothers, our shining stars above the ocean of troubles and difficulties 

Fear: Alteration into the unknown

Far away lives the specter of my fear
Enigmatic destiny, an ambiguous symphony haunting my ear
Alteration of the soul darkens my path, shadows my goal
Rivers of my life rage out of control by my agony's howl
Time is a healer they say, it had left me with a large decay
Eagerness to forge my stability emphasizes my life's fray
Amnesia gets around me every time I'm in a soul struggle
Roaring now and then it scares pieces of my life's puzzle
Coming again and again this sudden alteration shakes my spirit
Low, high, in the mud or behind the sky it sails through confusion
Evanescence sometimes breaks in to save my day
At a certain degree it helps but such an effect is not meant to stay
Rest? Peace? I guess that's the life style of those who think outside the clay

At nowhere

A dark place , into outer space
Tormented souls, peace is the target of our chase
Neither the mind nor the heart can understand it
Often screams essence of the hurricanes
What can break this atmosphere of sadness?
How could it even be noticed this place of nowhere?
Eclipse of life shines over the days
Reason's tired of this phenomena that confuses
Every step taken is filled with wonders and despairs

 (most of the images I put are not mine..I pick the ones that seem to have a connection to my writings)

Human Cataclysm

Confused soul seeking the perfect goal

Aeon of silence with a blazing roar that always grows 

Tyranny of an unfair world torturing the heart

An unanswered riddle like a splinter in the mind

Celestial light unseen to the naked eye

Lighting the hearts beating with faith that so long cried

Yells of the weak covered by the laughter of greed

Scandals hidden nurturing evil's seed

Morality's absence makes one no longer a human being

  

Résumé

My mind thirsts for knowledge
Anything in this world to make one in service
My heart desires more than what feeds fires
My soul believes that in the end nothing else matters
But what I had believed, what I had gathered

All these years of research for what will satisfy my desires
But always it ends the same
Shaken soul, broken heart, endless pain
All the things that will make me insane

It seems like I'm bounded to pain
It doesn't matter now, I've got it all memorized in my brain
It's spreading all the way in my body, in my veins
Countless experiences giving me knowledge
To face what's coming up, what's veiled

(Heart and Soul Nebulae)