I feel like I'll never understand
The idea of one's appeal
What causes us to hate someone
And think of someone else as 'ideal'

How can we go through our lives
Making decisions every day
When we don't even understand
Why we think this way

Are we simply born this way
Programmed with our opinions
Are we traveling though our lives
Just acting as our emotion's minions

But if that if that truly is case
Then I find it very strange
How at some points in our lives
Our opinions start to change

What causes us to change
What causes this mental shift
Why is it after a certain time
Our old self starts to drift

Do our feelings ever really die?
Can our beliefs so easily sway?
And if our thoughts are what define us
Do our old selves fade away?

What happens when you can't decide
What you think is the right way
Yes, what happens then?
*Maybe we just fade away

I lost myself between the folds of a fairy tale
Enchanted, embedded beneath a deep scale,
Seven years old ,I was a  little girl with pony tail
So excited as  a happy duck learning how to sail,
Holding my mom's hand so tightly trying not to fail ...

We went for shopping in that happy spring day
Enjoying the gentle breeze in that month of may,
So curious was me to follow a colorful butterfly
As i jumped and crossed over  the street ,
A peculiar oddness  spread in a hasty heart beat ...

Suddenly my heart felt a weird ache
Once I saw no mother's hand to take ,
I felt a mysterious melancholy stretching all over my veins
As I muttered "mom!" with jumbled voice and teary eyes ,

There was no one to hear my call but a gentle guy ,
As he  took my hand and comforted me with a cheerful smile
Calling me :"oh ! dear princess ,don't cry it's all about a crossing mile",

I drunk a bittersweet cup of water mingled with my salty tears ,
Waiting in his coffee shop for minutes which seemed like years..
Long I stood there , Deep drowning in my dark  fears

My mom's heart was earnestly sunk in her keenest frustration
For she lost her luster  of soul and  glimpse of inspiration ..
She tried her best to find this lost playful doll,
She asked  a police man who didn't care at all ,

She got over her fears and followed her heart
Which alluded her to that coffee shop standing apart;
Finding her little girl watching her favorite cartoon,
While she sent a warm hug with a shivering heart so soon ...

Our both hearts melted ardently with rapturous happiness
For we restored our souls with loving cheerful radiance ...

So grateful was mom's esteem for my savior dear gentle man
He was a my charming hero who  kept me as safe as he can ...


It was as delicate as a butterfly's wing
And as menacing as a knife in the dark ...
Still lingers in our memory immersing deepest feelings,
Thanking Allah  for the delightful rescue and healing ...

Your smile,your eyes ,your pretty voice ...
Brought me light ,appealed my soul to rejoice ...

Late at night is when I think
And try to I clear my head
I often stay awake all night
Just laying in my bed

As soon as I get comfy
Thoughts start racing in
I start to question everything
and regret my every sin

At first the thoughts are gentle
Like what will I do tomorrow
But as time crawls by; they escalate
Till I'm drowning in my sorrow

I think of all my failures
Every detail of what I did wrong
After hours of reliving pain
I convince myself I don't belong

I suddenly feel isolated
and like the silence will never end
I feel like I will never escape
There's too much I just can't mend

I feel overpowered and worthless
Like I'll never do anything right
I hide till the world fades away
And I'm awoken by the light

I realize a new day has come
It's time to put on a brave face
I put those negative thoughts away
Until I return to this place

For the first time in my life,I've decided to see.
Not see with just my eyes,I mean look beyond with my ears and my heart.
I'll listen in the morning when I wake up,I'll drown out the sound of my alarm clock.
I'll listen when I'm having a shower,carefully hearing the sound of the water drop.
I'll listen as I fry some eggs and toast some bread.
I'll listen for things that lay beyond the surface.
And when I get outside for the fresh morning air.I'll listen too the wind,the birds,the dogs,I'll listen to life.

I'm better off alone
I'm better off cold

You,
You think that you are alone
And you do not understand
Why i call you beautiful
But galaxies spin, contained
Behind your perfect hazel eyes
And if you could gaze into them
You would understand why
A simple touch,
Or a whisper from your lips
Can set my soul aflame
Because
You are so sad,
Yet so beautiful
And full of love and passion
That i cannot help but
Clasp your hands in mine
And kiss your lips like
I would give anything to take away
The dark you feel within you
Because when our bodies touch
Even my cells are replenished
Drinking in happiness and love
You're my impossible boy

Broken conversations,
empty lungs,
doors half open,
hearts almost out of love.

We used to talk of how
we used to be infinite.
But now every second now feels
like a stroke against an unforgiving current.

Our conversations broke
as the flaws of our souls
fell through the cracks of this glass foundation.

These upset words that escaped you
left the air around me a little sad,
a little awake,
and with a lot of echoes.

My lungs went empty
talking you down.

I left the door open for you.
So you can walk in
and slip in quietly-
I won't say a word.

And this heart could never go empty,
not mine.
Yours,
at this point,
I know not.

Flowers never lost their color
as long as you walked this earth.