Poetry is not restricted to anything,
Its a free flow,
It does not discriminates between gender or forces any narratives onto anyone,
It just creates perspective of diffrences for each eyes.
How poetic to call what little we get love,
While hearts never had walls,
Nor the gates,
Yet of all little we feel,
Call it love.
Love is not just a feeling;
It's a synchronization of heartbeats.
Otherwise, it's not love,
it's just motion,
Waitin to pass or remain by our memories
If the queen is to walk the gardens of rose unharmed,
Must I lay the sword over my heart,
And bathe the garden with drapes of rose,
A red carpet is what she deserves,
The one fabricated of my blood.
Words and papers,
Our hearts to terrors,
Sun will rise,
Light will shine,
Faith and belief,
Hope and prayers,
A recipe of succes,
A story of setback,
A cinematic path,
Tears upon soil,
Tears upon happiness,
Keep the smile,
A light of a kind,
Your's A one of a kind.
I always saw pain as my enemy,
Today it is my best friend,
Pain brought the best out of me,
In fact it brought the greatness in me,
It showed me no matter the pain,
I can move forward,
It showed my true strength,
My true capabilities,
Pain is a game changer.
To pluck a flower,
Love it,
Watch it fade slowly,
But still,
The love remains,
But the flower dies,
Is better than poisoning the roots of the flower,
And watching it die slowly.
لمن يهمه الأمر..
الاحتلال يلوح باجتياح غزة بجدية،
والمدينة تنزف منذ 22 شهرًا تحت نيران البر والبحر والجو،
شهداؤها بعشرات الآلاف وجرحاها بمئات الآلاف،
وإن لم يتوقف هذا الجنون، فلن يبقى من غزة سوى الركام، وستغيب صورة وصوت أهلها، وستسجّلكم ذاكرة التاريخ كشهود صامتين على جريمة إبادة لم يفعل أحد شيئًا لوقفها.