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  Aug 2017 Hida Abbad
Mahdi H
There is a thing that is between two atoms
That cannot be overcome
Despite the energy
Despite the light
Despite the song
They will never touch
They were not taught how to
Between me and you there is no such thing
Be you beside me
In front of me
Opposite of oceans of various hues
     You are still within me
Giving me energy
  Aug 2017 Hida Abbad
Mahdi H
I met love at the bus stop once and she said to me
Love me
I smiled at her shyly and with longing
I can’t. Away with you.
So she floated away
Slowly but surely leaving me alone
But as she left I shouted out for her to come back
But she left me
And I’m scared
But my Lord is The Light
  Aug 2017 Hida Abbad
Mahdi H
I am for you
You are for me
And what lies between us
Holds so much beauty
  Aug 2017 Hida Abbad
Mahdi H
Sometimes I stop
Deep breath
Still the heart beat that seeks to escape this cage
Deep breath
Smile and continue
This is how most of our conversations go
My forefathers were farmers
Hence I know how to grow things by His will
But what does a farmer's son do with a flower
He is shy of thinking about her
But compelled to care
There have been so many niches in this world
And away He turned him again and again
But here it has found lodging
And rest
And an abundance of His gifts.
Hida Abbad Jul 2017
There are songs that no one sings
Yet they are still heard as melodies

And smiles no one paints
But it doesn't mean we can't call that art

And then there is my heart.
How it quivers at the sound of your name,
and how it loses itself in the thought of your smile.
  Jul 2017 Hida Abbad
Rabia al Basri
In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing,
True description from the real taste.
The one who tastes, knows;
the one who explains, lies.
How can you describe the true form of Something
In whose presence you are blotted out?
And in whose being you still exist?
And who lives as a sign for your journey?
  Jul 2017 Hida Abbad
Li Ching Chao
To the tune of "Red Lips"

Lonely in my secluded chamber,
A thousand sorrows fill every inch
of my sensitive being.

Regretting that spring has so soon passed,
That rain drops have hastened the falling followers,
I lean over the balustrade,
Weary and depressed.

Where is my beloved?

Only the fading grassland
stretches endlessly toward the horizon;
Anxiously I watch the road for your return.
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