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 May 2014
SE Reimer
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dreams of you,
they fill my mind;
dreams of us,
our hearts entwined;
inseparable we,
this you and i,
the dream we dreamed,
us unified.
from two came three,
love multiplied;
conceived a song,
it testified;
our voices sang
their lullaby;
the how, the why
still mystifies;
your heart of love
it underlies.
here... dreams of you
still fill my mind;
i dream of us,
ever entwined.
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post script.

a wonder you love me
ever grateful you do
happy Mother’s Day,
my darling wife,
today and always!!
 Jun 2013
Sharina Saad
Do you remember the day we met?
On a crazy rainy day back in 1989?
Ohh.. The rainiest season of the year …
You walked so fast but you were soaking wet
I bumped into you in the middle of the street

We almost kissed but did we try to avoid?
What a lovely kissing in the rain..
It would be..
In the middle of a busy Chulia street?

There was a pang of sensation deep inside me..
When our eyes locked and I couldn’t shy away..
We both were speechless
and my hearts skipped a beat
It was like we were lovers from the past years….
United once again on this rainy day…

Come on …
Kiss me in the rain… my heart kept telling me
Ohh…
Kiss me in the rain… my heart screamed inside..
If he’d kissed me… I would not give him up
If he’d kissed me.. I would be his forever
I was so sure I would.

But then…
How foolish I thought I was..
Wanting a stranger to kiss me in the heavy rain..
Hoping that handsome tall man
Would fulfill my crazy dream?

But I was lost for a while
When he pulled me in his arms..
and he did kiss me in the POURING rain..
Ohhh!! He kissed me in the rain…
And I fell in love with him forever on that craziest rainy day…

Kiss me in the rain..
I would fall in love with you once again…
 Jun 2013
Sharina Saad
Let's reminisce our sweet childhood
Caught you red-handed one spring day
You were stealing roses for a girl unknown
My uncle got mad and chased you away...
So fast you ran and never looked back...

The very next day you shyly came to his door..
SORRY You said , and so swiftly you went away...
So innocent boy and so awfully sweet..
But You vanished for years
neither heard nor seen you again for so many years..

sitting down on a wooden bench under an apple tree
saw a young gentleman came to my uncle’s door
puzzled I started to wonder who he might be...
was he the one who stole the roses on that spring day?

but he  has completely changed for the better now
and finally caught my gaze
today he brought me flowers from a garden of his own.

On a beautiful spring day right under that apple tree....
when I caught you stealing the roses... 20 years ago
stealing the roses for me...
I had no slightest idea that  it was my heart
you stole with you too.
i love spring...
 Jun 2013
Sharina Saad
The many rhythms of musical plays
The various unique musical genres
The beautiful vocabulary in lyrics of songs
The melodious voice of charming singers
The melodies of love
is beauty beyond words
your heart drums
when your eyes meet hers
the sounds in your head
keeping you sane
your speech is melodious
as you charm her and let her fall
again you play with the melody of love
your hands clap as she finishes her song
you both treasure the beautiful love song
her whispers to your ears
singing sweet love songs
making heartfelt promises
now she plays her melodious love mantra
and hypnotizes you to this beautiful melody
of love...
what am I writing?
 May 2013
Sharina Saad
YOU DON'T KNOW HOW SPECIAL AND NICE
I FELT ABOUT MAMMA'S CHICKEN AND RICE
BUT FOR ME AT THE TIME IT WAS BEYOND PRICE
ON FRIDAY WHEN MAMA COOKS HER SPECIAL CHICKEN RICE

CHICKEN AND RICE, CHICKEN AND RICE I SAY
ESPECIALLY ON A FRIDAY ON MOM'S LAUNDRY DAY
MY MOM MADE THE BEST, IN HER OWN SPECIAL WAY
WHEN EVER I AM FEELING I AM CRAVING FOR RICE
I WOULD ALWAYS FIND AN EXCUSE
TO HAVE MY MAMA'S CHICKEN AND RICE.
THANK YOU KIDS FOR THE COMPLIMENTS ON MY CHICKEN RICE
 May 2013
Tiffany Marie
The days may feel slow
but I swear time passes so fast.
So this is me, telling you,
take advantage of the time you have.

Time is a complicated scenario
that cannot be described in any amount
of colorful adjectives.

Time is the dreams at your fingertips
and the bittersweet opportunities you can taste
at the tip of your tongue.

Time is the walk to the end of the shaky pier,
as the fluorescent red and pink sunset
fades to dusk.

Time is the moth that hopelessly follows the light.

It’s the rejected and the abandoned.

Time is the experience
behind a young soldiers
aging eyes.

Time is the constant reminder
that you will see someone take their last breath,
but you will never experience the last wave
climb upon the shore.

So don’t wait for the good
that’s coming tomorrow,
because what if tomorrow
never comes?

Time is limited,
now is infinite.
In creative writing, we had to write a poem of advice to someone.  This was my personal outcome.
 May 2013
Sharina Saad
The clock is ticking
Time is running
Let’s turn to him
Before the world ends
How much good deeds
Have we started to measure?
Is our time coming to an end?
How much time do we have left?
We’ll never know, We do not know
But the clock keeps ticking...
In each blink of the eyes..
Tick !Tock !Tick! Tock....
My time and your time keep running...
 May 2013
Sharina Saad
I plead you to hold me
Please hold me tight
I feel dizzy, I feel like falling
Dont let me fall, hold me instead
I feel so weak thinking of falling
of falling backward,
of falling forward,
I might be paralysed
I might be dead
I am too scared to fall
so i plead you again to hold me
try try dont let me fall
Let me stay
Only In your arms
hold me tight
I will not fall.
 May 2013
Sharina Saad
The doctor walked hurriedly ....
8 hours of sweat from the labor room
On the day When I was born
The doctor announced with smiles and joy, a GIRL!!
Yes I was born a girl, BIG MISTAKE!!!
not after long...
My Daddy’s world turned upside down..
Obviously something was wrong,
Daddy was unhappy,
He got the wrong baby...

My granddad was disgusted,
didn’t even glance at the baby cot
I tried to be the nicest, prettiest...
Forced my lips to curl sweetly only after a few minutes I was born
My effort was to no avail

Decided!! All they ever wished for
Was an heir to the throne
A baby boy I was not ...but I was born  a girl...
My grandma stood still, expressionless
My mom’s cries was louder than mine
Ohh!! What a day to start a New Life
Mercy me!! I  had just suffered a near death experience
At birth..
Please mercy my mom too...
She was never at fault to give birth to me...a baby girl..
Can you imagine what kind of journey it would be for me?
from one comfortable world into a new one?
from my mother’s condusive womb to this cruel reality of life?
I have just tried to open my  tiny little eyes
into a bright new world.
But painful journey down the birth canal
Was it worth?
My eyes see the instant hate and fear
As soon as I was casted at birth...
My family have rightfully claimed
I am not being fit as an heir to the throne..

By Sharina Saad
 May 2013
Sharina Saad
Sometimes I feel like running
How far could I run?
Sometimes I feel like chasing?
How fast could I be?
Sometimes I feel like hiding?
How small the world is?
To wish you could never find me?

Sometimes I feel like disappearing?
How could I live without you beside me?
Sometimes my heart ponder
Do you  feel the same way too?

Sometimes my feeling shatters
Why are you keeping silent for days?
Sometimes when I miss you
are you missing me as much as I do you?

Sometimes I don’t trust myself when I am with you
Sometimes I hate to be alone without you
Sometimes I just want to vanish in the thin air with you..
Sometimes I wish what I wish is true….

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