Monthly Archives: June 2012

My poet tree

My poet tree has branches and leaves, write on a leaf and see how tall the branch stretches.

The ink is the sap and its always waiting, waiting for someone to write their meaning of life, of everything that has been their for them.

On this said poet tree, anyone can reach its branches. It knows when you need to write about something hurting.

It feels the pain, the happiness and all the wars that are waging, deep inside, somewhere, where the world is not knowing.

The poet tree, accepts any words, any sentence that left you feeling weighty.

You see the leaves don’t fall down, they fall up and fly, fly high in the sky, where no one can reach them.

Whatever you write of thoughts and feelings is poetry, only you know how you want the words spoken. If at all you wish them to be spoken.

The poet tree is always waiting, never ageing, still, brand new, with the leaves I started my pages.

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Posted by on June 6, 2012 in Uncategorized


My Gift

May Allah protect what we have, wrap it in a box made out of ivory and white pearls, tie around it a ribbon of red rubies and embellish it with emerald green gems.

May we receive it in the life hereafter, in paradise gardens, where life is eternal, no more worries, just happiness and real LOVE.

May the time we have left together be spent in striving together for the sake of our blessed family. It could be years, months, days or moments, whichever is best is what I pray for.

May Allah protect what we have, allow us to part in peace, with love in between and tranquillity as the cushion that will soften the lonely day’s one of us will inevitably spend without the other.

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Posted by on June 5, 2012 in Uncategorized



Of all the things that make me happy is knowing that one day I’ll be up in heaven, living in my castle decked out with all the elegant rubies and stones.

Of all the things that make me happy is feeling this hardship is my route to reward. My tears will soon turn to soft petals only to fall and form the cushion to my world.

Of all the things that make me happy are the nights I lay and think about the world and the beautiful life that exists within it in so many things unknown.

Of all the things that make me happy is knowing that reaching true happiness is attainable no matter how poor, as long as it doesn’t affect my soul.

Of all the things that make me happy is being able, able to speak my words, able to imagine being, living, feeling, and seeing. Knowing that one day I’ll go back to my Lord, knowing that he’ll give me the opportunity to seek forgiveness and the chance of being nothing else but happy.

Thank you my Lord for making me HAPPY.

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Posted by on June 5, 2012 in Uncategorized



My life is not a circle, I’ll never go back to where I started, its one straight line, even one step back is not an option, only forwards is what I’m certain. I make mistakes, and Allah hides them, they only come out when I expose them, regret takes over my whole person, I shouldn’t have said what I don’t want mentioned.

Sometimes I wish it was a circle, to go back and erase and go over again, with better words and better actions, wipe over all regrets. Its not a circle, or even a square, just one straight line, leading to a place I don’t know where.

At times I walk alone, at times with someone there, just praying and hoping its the place where my soul shall feel no fear.

Walking and talking, forgetting our day is near, laughing and joking until its someone near, we pause for a moment and think of our own tears, life is not certain.

Ourselves on our own, our journey is what we lay. for another’s sake we will not remain.

Step on a stone, one day you’ll be gone, step on a petal, one day you’ll be forgotten.

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Posted by on June 5, 2012 in Uncategorized