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Jawad May 2017
When you feel lost
With no intention to be found again
Because those who are looking
Will lose you
The moment they find you

Yet you have to choose
Between two tough options
One in which the content is good
But the context is bad
And the other one vice versa
Only that neither option
In addition to their difficulties
Have guaranteed outcomes

When you are surrounded by people
Who on top of your depression
Make you feel more depressed
And you can't do anything about them
Because people change hard

The guilt
The internal rejection
The misery
The pressure

And then you wonder
What all that does to you
Being constantly in struggle
And not knowing
When all this will stop
Although you know it won't
Because it is related to people
And people change hard
There must be a solution, because its impossible to go on like this..!
Jawad Apr 2017
Nothing saddens my heart more
Than a dream, where you are not
Doing beautiful things, like
Shine
Smile
Dance
Sing
                                     ­      ...a love song.

Nothing aches my core harder
Than to wake up in the night
And not finding you there to
Kiss
Touch
Smell
Say
                               ...I’m sorry.


Nothing seems more unreal than
Starting my day without you
Being there to talk about
Life
Hope
How
Much
                                            .­..I need you.
Having her not in my life seems like a dream, whether I am sleeping, half-awake, or living my day.

In responding to valerie's prompt about dreams.
Jawad Apr 2017
Listen to losers
Some losers advice you well!
Water from dark wells...
Losers know better, because the have been there...This is to a friend to whom I keep giving advice although my life is a mess!
Jawad Oct 2018
She plays him
With her finger
A few movements
Seconds

Hundreds of miles away
She lifts him
And then throws him

Into tears he falls
A feather’s worth his pride
Full of doubt

The butterflies on his face
He doesn’t notice anymore

The antelopes in his steps
Only mountain mules

All the little birds
Who whisper his presence
Chatty little fools

He does not hear
The flowers bowing down
Nor the leaves and petals
He everyday walks on

He loves a dream
A nightmare to him
He plays the game
Straight into oblivion
And calls it love

While she...
                      Won’t pick him up again
What I see happening to a friend now
Jawad Aug 2017
What is the best present for a star
She has everything there is
She has the vastness of the sky
The gazes of humans on earth

What is the best present for a star
When she is the one who gifts light
And sublime wishes and enduring hope
To all those watching her at night

What is the best present for a star
When all want what she has
Her place so close to the moon
The fact that she is a sun

The best present for a star
Are words wrapped in grace
A gesture of feeling thankful
A poem recited by looking up
To that big thing that dazzles so bright
To SBG. Thank you!
Jawad Apr 2017
From a dream,
Of your lips,
Telling a story of love…

And a fake date,
Were I’m waiting,
Desperately for your embrace…

And a blunt saw,
Cutting slowly,
Like the regret of lost hope…

And the pain of
Memories…
Like a fresh wound dropping blood…

From a nightmare,
And the flinches when
Demons start tearing my soul…

For assuming,
That I could,
Break the thick chains round my neck…

For believing,
That with blinders,
I can fake unseeing you…

And for thinking,
That there is,
A balsam that kills the pain…

But your distance
Just like cancer…
Terminal, without a hope

Or at least is
Very costly…
Consuming until I am broke
Heartbreaks break more than the heart...
Jawad Apr 2017
Asylum
Inspectors issuing warrants that are random

Perjury
Attempts of hailing proses censors don’t approve

Persecution
Despite torture, not asking for absolution

Fugitive
Escaping chains and saws that critics use on me

Refugee
I’m hoping for permanent status on HePo
There are some people who think they own poetry and don't allow others to try it out. I'm heartbroken, so I will.
Jawad Oct 2018
Looking for the light
That glows her life
Inside
Quest after quest
Until she found it

No stranger she was
Just clearer
Shimmering her heart
Like a shrine
Removing all the dust

Ascending
Closer to the truth
Each tread steeper
But secure

When the tears taste more bitter
The soul becomes tender
And sweet

A journey of love
The ultimate
Named after a hero...
She is getting closer...
Jawad Oct 2018
When the light finds its way
Through the branches of confusion
And starts to tickle the sleeping words

When they awake
Wondering what happened
And tell each other of their dreams

Then the feelings start to flow
Start to glow
Slowly
Into a poem
How a morning feels to a poet
Jawad May 2017
Today she said
To herself

'I love you'

And broke in tears
She has been shamed
Without knowing
Lived in fears
Not realizing
Fear and shame
Has been eating her up
From inside
Forever
Without her
Having a name
For those deep pains

But in these days
After writing poems
And  dreaming awake
And feeling things
Not felt before
She now sees
With clear mind
What hurts
And why
And that she could
In fact she should
Have a better life
In which she strives
To explore the land
She call home

Herself...

And rebuild it
With beautiful words
Only poets can create...
About the healing power of poetry; to whom it may concern...
Jawad Dec 2017
Look at tomorrow
Pink and blue are your eyes
Achieving the horizon

The fingers tremble
A sign
You are onto something, divine

The shift
When the mountains roar
What do you find?

Slow
Sweat
The wisdom of the tree

Together
We want to see the truth
Begin
Use your imagination to understand what this is about
Jawad Apr 2017
STAR BG is our BIG STAR
Shining light, that goes so far
Helping writers that are lost
East to West,
Beyond the coast.

With a big heart, that is whole
Guiding post, that is her role
Charming souls to rock and roll
With great poems
That joy, utmost!

And kind messages
Reaching all
Encourage us,
And make us boast.

Kind words, so precious
They don’t cost
Yet do they matter
To us most!
To STAR BG, who is supportive and encouraging us all!

Follow her, this is her profile:
https://hellopoetry.com/u690296/
Jawad Apr 2017
When a bullet enters the ear
But doesn’t ****

When a boy runs
On the fence
And doesn’t fall
Except for once
Which by sheer chance
Was just the first
Not second floor

When a man defies
Some unjust rules
Deciding to jump
Of the roof
But doesn’t die
And only breaks
A single leg

When a lady gets
Almost hundred
But rarely cries
Despite sorrows
And much demise

When a child injures
One of his eyes
But still can see
And jump and play
Like it should be

When young man rides
A motorbike
Is hit by car
Hard from behind
And yet survives
With a few scares

When scorpion
Does make its mind
To live with me
Just walking bye
So many nights
While I’m asleep
Without a sting

I call this luck
And all blessings
Poured over me
And family...
In my home country Iraq, its really a miracle to survive, not only because of terrorism and war, but also because life is hectic and full of danger, and people behave so recklessly. Here are some horrible things that happened to members of my family, but because they were lucky and blessed, they got away with it. That includes me.

- A ‘cold bullet’ (a bullet fired in the air somewhere far away) went into the ear of one of my cousins, entering in a very strange angle and stopping right next to the spinal cord in his neck but he survived; today, he is blessed with a beautiful family of his own, and the bullet is still ‘there’, because doctors refused to operate so close next to the spinal cord. But thankfully, its not moving!  
- Another cousin used to walk, or sometimes run(!!) on the fences surrounding the roof of my grandparents two story house. In Iraq, roofs are flat and have fences. So he always got away with running on the fences of the second floor. But once he did it on the veranda fence of the first floor and fell. He still got away with some minor injuries but up to this day, he is in love with hight...
- One of my uncles jumped from the roof because he was chased by the military police who wanted to arrest him for refusing to join Saddam’s unjust war against our neighbour country Kuwait. He ended up with a broken leg, but sadly had to join the war, nevertheless. Thankfully, he neither killed nor took part in the organised looting that Saddam’s army organised in Kuwait after the invasion.
- My grandma, despite so much difficulties, death, and hurt got almost hundred years old. Her exact age is not possible to determine because her birthday wasn’t accurate; people at that time just wrote something. She has witnessed the death of my grandpa and 4 of her children, one of her grandchildren, in addition to several miscarriages. My grandfather died in the 80's. She had a son who was burned to death by some crazy kids in the neighbourhood. One of her daughters also died because she was exposed to chemical weapons Saddam used against the opposition in the north of Iraq in the 80's. Her eldest son died at the age of 82, one year before she did, and before him her second eldest son, who got cancer. Her grandchild, who loved her a lot, was arrested by Saddam's secret police and was tortured to death. Nevertheless, I’ve never seen her cry, not once in my life. Maybe tear once or twice, but never cry. She was always witty and positive and full of energy...Sadly, she got Alzheimer and fell, breaking her hipbone, and eventually died after almost one year in bed. A really brave woman.
- One of the children of my cousin got stabbed with a pen in his eye by his brother, and although the procedure used to deal with the accident was wrong, he still is able to see without any problems.
- Another cousin of mine, while driving a motorbike, was hit by a car from behind and although landing on his face hitting the sidewalk, while not wearing a helmet, he miraculously survived with only a few minor scares in his face.
- I had a scorpion living for months in my room. I always kept hearing something moving somewhere, suspecting it to be a mouse or a lizard. And sometimes I notices something dark moving but thought that my eyes were playing tricks with me. However for some reasons I didn't take it serious. But after leaving, my mother found a 4 inch black scorpion in my room, which she killed with a shoe, like a champ...
- That is only a sample of how much luck and blessings my family has witnessed. I would have added how I survived death by explosion twice, and how my sister did also survive one of the bloodiest sucide attacks in Iraq, targeting her college. But for some reason she didn't go to school at the day of the attack. But I had difficulties fitting all that into one poem. I think what is mentioned is enough action for one poem. :-)
Jawad Apr 2017
Dough
On stones,
On fire
Sweat and focus
And swagger
And a cup of tea;
Out comes the crusty
Steaming flatness
The lines are waiting for
With patience;
Few coins
For a treasure!
I wrote this today while waiting in the line to buy some 'Sangak'.
Yasaman probably knows what I am talking about, but
for all who don't, watch this please:
https://goo.gl/zWhxXk
Jawad Apr 2017
Me, rough brown bread;
You, soft pale butter;
Honey...
Let's be breakfast together...
Only tea is missing in the equation, but I don't know how to put that in :-D
Jawad Jun 2017
Men cry too
But quietly
Their sorrows are loneliness
Like acid burning into the silence
Of their disguised troubles

They sob too
But you can't see
Because their tears
Mix with their pride
In face of atrocities
Soaked in salty tragedies

They cry asleep
When the nightmares come
Suffocating their throats awake
In a pond of sweat

When their tears dig
Like shovels
Ditches in their faces
To burry their feelings
Under the look of death
In the hope that pity
Doesn't fire a last shot
In their motionless corpse of emotions
Decomposing since years

Men look sad too
But only when their sun goes down
After a tiresome day of pain
To leave them with a dim expression
Falling into the lost thoughts of the night

Men cry too
Alone
The passions of men...
Jawad Oct 2018
There you are
Glorious and mighty
Proud in every smile
Defying every plot
Of the darkest nights

There you are
Crushing all hopes
Of your demise
Malicious wishes
To undermine the sacrifice
Of your people

A push does not suffice
To throw over a mountain
No one can hijack a beauty
Guarded so closely
By thousand and one knights

There you soar
Higher than the sky
City of Titans
                        My Baghdad
Missing my city
Jawad Aug 2023
As I string words together
From existing thoughts
Aiming at shaping souls
That will make the future
I ask…

Will there be more questions
Will there be more wonder
Will there be more action
Or just more plunder

Will there be more thinking
Will there be more linking
Will there be more sinking
In the depth of life

Will there be more focus
Will there be more locus
Or just more shrinking
In the width of sight

Will there be less shirking
Will there be less cringing
Or just more complaining
About the strive
If you write to change, you wonder…
Jawad May 2017
We want food!
           Brotherhood!
Human rights!
Equal pay!
Don’t ban faith!
Lets vote now!
Solve the crimes!
Tell the truth! Don’t **** trees!
We’re not safe! Privacy! Give us jobs!
We want peace! Don’t throw bombs!
Tax no more! Save our earth! Despots out!
Don’t hurt girls! Fix the law! Don’t **** boys!
Stop the war!  Disobey! Refugees, welcome here!
Racists: stop! Leak the docs! Heed the crowds! We are free!
We are here! We are strong! You are weak! You’ll be judged! Don’t forget!
D     E     M     O     C     R     A     C     Y     !
Decions makers need always to be reminded who really is in power...
Jawad Mar 2019
I was not here
You never saw me
We never spoke
You never told me in spring
That you don’t

I am alone
This never happened
I never did this
I can’t give
What I don’t own

I never will be there
Maybe you will
But I shall not
And I don’t care
People who don’t want to admit
Jawad Apr 2017
Quoting a wise man, she said:
Be the change you want to see
In others

I hope she doesn’t change
Since she
Is a garden of flowers
And I
A broken mirror,
With no powers.
~~~
Sometimes we don't want people to change, because we just like how they are...
Jawad Nov 2018
The well of poetry is dry
And the oasis
Who was once blooming around
Dead

Where is the rain?
At least the soft wind
The brings hopes of verses

Where is the night
That at least
Cools the burning sands
Of thoughts

Lost in the desert...
Of poemless dreams
Nothing>>>
Jawad Nov 2018
She shall live on
In you
For lives are poems
And poems never die

The heart you plant in a soul
Is eternal
My thoughts and prayers with you my friend...
Jawad Aug 2023
I am gone
But here

My memory
Still lingers

Like the hint of old perfume
And the noice of afternoon

I am here
In your moves
In the passion of your words
Like the waves of calm sea
And the wind behind the dune

I am here
In your deeds
In the soft beats of your heart
And the giggles of a child
All the muses of the moon

I am here
Still with you
Feel free to use for obituaries
Jawad Apr 2017
Pious old man
Reading the Quran
Always watching skies
For non existing storms

His daughter, my aunt
Silent like a pond
Longing for her child
Sitting next to her

Her husband, a martyr
Captured in a frame
But surely his soul
Floats somewhere around

Their daughter, a mum
Peaceful like a dove
A physician in love
With some plants and seeds

Her daughter, a child
Curly nasty hair
Annoying as hell
Innocent as dawn

Her son, a school boy
Hungry like a crowd
Surrounded by books
Distracted by clouds


And me.
                   *(doing poetry)
A portrait from where I am currently living...
Jawad May 2017
Photography* is poetry using light.
Poetry is painting with words.
Painting is sculpting on eyes.
Sculpting is music for stones.
Music is writing through feelings.
Writing is pottery with thoughts.
Pottery is photography of clay.
Artists have their own understanding of what they are doing...
Jawad Jun 2017
War in the air
Love in the soil
The patience of water
The seeds of hope
And an understanding sun
The gardener knows well that
Peace grows slowly
But is flowers smell wonderful
Fruits so tasty
Determination...
To feed the children with juicy fruits...

"Make the air fresh again!"
In a region full of wars and threats of more, politicians should revert to the practice of gardening...
Jawad Apr 2017
Please consider me ‘has been gone.’
Corpse; with rifle but no head…
Martyrdom…
Sacrificed for the freedom
And the calmness of all souls..

Think of me as a hero
Slaying sick dogs that are dead
Since the moment they did join
The black pack of blood and hate

Think of me as a mountain
Fending the dark waves and rains
Madly swallowing the plains
Filling our souls with pain

Think of yourself as widow
But a widow who wears white
Since the moon has quit the night
Kneeling in front grace and might
Of your patience, sacrifice…

*My lady...
To all soldiers who lost their lives fighting ISIS, and to all widows who are hurting…
Jawad May 2017
Dear Earth,...*

Eighty seven times
 Did you circle in your dance
  With grandpa the golden sun
   Many thousand times
    Did you spin him round and round
     And your dance keeps going on
      ...
      But you dance so wild!
       Ignoring that he is tired
        And his uncountable pains...
         Let him catch his breath!
          Can’t you notice his bad cough?
            ...
           Why being so rough?
           Where’s the fun in that?
           He is dizzy now!
          Let him rest the night.
          ...
         Why not dancing slow
         Like most ladies love to do
       And let him for once
      Be the man he always was
     Let him lead the waltz!
    ...
   Why on purpose step
 On his foot and let him limp
Loosing his balance
While you continue the dance?
...
Why the need to sing
Almost scream extremely loud
Making his ears ache
 On the fringe to become deaf?
  Why not hum along
   While you dance to moonlight songs
     Like most ladies do?
      ...
      Why stealing the dance
       With his wife during their song
        But give her away
         To some strange and lonely star
          Quickly getting back
          Not letting him do some talk
          And mingle to share
          Some of his dreams with others?
          ...
          But you are selfish!
          You will keep him for yourself
         While we know that once you’re bored
       You’ll do just the same
      With him, like you’ve always done
    With others and let him go
  After he’s tired and soar
  Let another star take him
And then once he’s gone
You’ll keep going on
Looking for more fun..
Dancing with others...
...
Please...
Slow down...!
I've been living with my grandfather and aunt for more than 3 years now. While doing my graduate studies here in Iran, I chose to take care of them instead of living in the dorms (which is not a great place to live anyway).

Its always painful to see my grandpa's health deteriorate day by day, him suffering from insomnia, bad coughs, dizziness, disorientation, hearing difficulties, back pain, difficulties in walking, isolation, the loss of control in many aspects of his life, and all kinds of other pains. And on top of that, my grandmother's death to whom he was married for almost 60 years.

Sometimes, we wish that time would go slower and that it would give us a break, because the thought of loosing someone we care about, despite being inevitable, is really terrifying.
Jawad May 2017
How does it taste
My hand...?
The hand that fed you...!
You have been chewing on it
Through and through
For a while now...

The hand that hurts
From providing...
So much
That it came close to breaking
Just to protect you
From starving

The hand that hurts
And shakes
So much
That I can't even eat with it anymore
And as such
Will remain
Hungry
And probably die

I'm angry

I am angry with you
But the worst thing is
That I can't hate you
Because hating somebody you love
Hurts even more

I am angry
Because in my core
I was sure that you would do that
And all I did was
Ignore...
And you thought I didn't have a clue?
I gave you the cue
For this to happen
And I didn't pull my hand
And accepted for it to remain soar
Full of marks from your bites
And the endless nights
Of providing..
For such a long time
Telling myself
It’s fine
Because the bite
Of somebody you love
Is sweet
As honey

But now you are full
And it doesn't matter if I pull
Or leave my hand there
For you to take a last bite
You are just waiting for the fight
So that you can run away
And never look at me again

How does it feel
To be a traiter
How does it taste?
Bitter?
Only my tongue
My hand is sweet

Hand biter...!
Helping somebody who doesn't deserve it, is really bad. Falling in love with somebody who doesn't love you, is even worse. The worst is to help somebody you love but who doesn't love you back while you know in your heart that it is wrong, but nevertheless do it, because you love being in love...

But the absolutely worst is to love somebody who doesn't love you, and helping her so much on your own expense so that you can't even help yourself anymore and are in trouble now because of her, and she is waiting for a confrontation so that she has an excuse to never speak to you again.
Jawad May 2017
Home*?
A person, not a place!
And I'm homeless
With no space
To be myself
With someone else
To be with you
And not alone...
If you really think about it, home is not a place but a person with whom you can be yourself and without you really feel lonely and homeless
ILL
Jawad Dec 2017
ILL
The bones scream
Hard
Louder than the night

The mind dances
Obsessed
Round some trivial thoughts

The body burns
Alarm
No sweat can **** the flames

Insomina
The eyelids close
When morning opens eyes
Feeling really sick
Jawad May 2017
If I would have a fight with you
I'd suddenly smile and calm down
You'd say: Wait! I am not yet done!
You and I? No! We are not through!

I'd say: Okay, if you say so...
I only looked you in the face
Despite the anger and the frown
I still can see beauty and grace

And then the fight would really end
With a deep kiss, and long embrace...
I hope that many fights will end like this...
Jawad May 2017
She'd say: You poet, you liar
You truly will end up in hell
You shall be burning in fire
Cause  poems are lies that you just tell
Using nice words and metaphors
Aiming to put me under spell

I'd say: Well, some of it came true
I am burning, but with your love
Softly tortured with your bright lights
The poems for you are merely sighs
Longing for you at sleepless nights

Thinking about you all the time
Telling the truth, nothing to sell...
You did put me under your spell!
With hazy eyes that hypnotised
Gently my mind, until I fell
                                               For you...
If poets' exaggerations are lies, the they are beautiful ones...
Jawad Apr 2017
In my mind,
I am sadly crumbled on the floor
And then you come
Bringing me comfort

In my mind,
I’m deeply lost in a dark wood
Then you appear
Pointing directions

In my mind,
I’m drowning unconsciously in a pond
And then you jump in
Saving my life

In my mind,
Am having bad fevers with dreams
That you are gone
And then you wake me up

In my mind,
I’m writing you difficult poems
But then you smile
And make it easy.

In my mind,
I’m not sure what I exactly should say
And you just nod
Understanding.

In my mind,
My heart is gasping desperately for love
Your deepest sigh...
Full of compassion…

In my mind,
No calmness, comfort, and no thoughts
Only the fact
That I am lost…
                                            ...without you.
Wishful thinking and realisations
Jawad Apr 2017
Sad...
A wind, without a kite
A kid, who does not play
A pond, without a fish

Unacceptable...
A circus, without a clown
A lawn, that is not green
Banks, that don’t give loans

Rare,
A bird, that is not shy
A Guy, who sheds a tear
A marriage, without a fight

Hard to believe...
A writer, who always writes
A cat, that does not scratch
Grandmas, who rarely knit

Unheard of...
A scientists, who never asks
A cook, despising spice
Lawyers, who tell the truth

Creepy...
A night, that is not dark
A bat, that loves the light
Winter, without the cold

Fake,
Flowers, that never fade
Snow, that does not melt
A waitress, who always smiles

Impossible...
A poet, who does not feel
A heart, that does not long,
A lover’s eye...
                        ...that sleeps the night.
Some things just can't be...
Jawad Aug 2023
As days sneak away
      Like small thieves
   Taking pieces of my soul
I wonder…
                Where poems
       The guardians of time?
Defenders of hopes?
       Or…
   Were they disordered seams
           Holding together a life
        Of secret sorrow
            Disintegrating
Where they artistic lies
Shallow
    Hollow
          Perfected to taste mellow
               To hide the bitterness
                          The missing shadow
             Of my shrinking soul?
    What where they?
                   Impostor dreams?
Why do we really write poetry? To feel better, or to not feel worse? To run away, or to achieve something?
Jawad May 2017
Not Iraqi, nor Irani
With ancestors, Pakistani
And some fine roots
From India
But my main roots
Arabia
Did spent some time
In Austria
And later on
In Syria
Now heartbroken
And writing poems
In language of
Britannia
I'm heartbroken
Cause I lost you
Your heart is where
I'm calling home
Since its the place
Of which I can
Honestly say
I'm coming from.
Officially, I am an Iraqi born in Iran, but sometimes I really have to think hard about where I am really from :-). If we look closer however, all people are international , and the only place we can call home is the heart in which we find love.
Jawad Jul 2017
Come out now
It doesn't seem like it
But it is over
You are free

I don't know how
But you made it
You are strong
It doesn't seem like it
But you have always been

Come out
Let the sun shine on you
Or you shine on the sun
Let your light defeat darkness
And gift the future a ray of hope

Drink
And wash yourself
The water will clean you
But only your face
Your heart does not need washing
It's clean and pure and grace

Breath
You have been under the rubble
Your lungs full of dust
Embrace the space
Say something
And relieve life from its shock

That look you have
That look is killing
It is a death sentence
To the conscience of humanity
To be hanged by shame
And sorrow
And failure

Smile little child
But before that, cry
Cry out loud
And weep your pain out
Uncover the criminals

What did they do to you...
The pictures of the children being dragged from under the rubbles in Mosul still can't escape my mind...
Jawad May 2017
Acid in my eyes
Writing, reading, researching
Leaf in vast ocean
When there are so many books and references out there and you don't know which ones to use...
Jawad Apr 2017
Let me love you
Even if you
Do not intent
To love me back

Albeit the fact
This will not heal
The deepest of
My many scars

I promise thought,
I’ll do my best
Trying to be
Just fine with that
Because it would
Just make me feel
Amazing like
A rising star
That gives its light
Shining so bright,
Receiving nothing
In return

Therefore I ask
You just to try
Receive my kindness
And just smile
Your lonely soul
Deserves kindness
Just like a night
Deserves the stars

But I’m a star
That needs a smile
To shine a light
That travels far
Smile for that star
A tiny smile
Won’t cost you much
Yet so precious

On second thought
I take it back…
Please do not smile..
The other stars
Might think that you
Are smiling ’cause
You like their light…
And blink their eyes
Flirting with you…
I can’t have that…
Cause you are mine

For you should know…
I’m jealous
I might explode
Or might implode
Causing havoc
Like a big bang
Like a black hole
Swallow them all
All other stars
And galaxies
Nothing remains
The end of live..!
Do you want that?
I don’t think so…

Nevertheless…
I just might do…
Destroy them all
Keep only you..
My everything…
My time and space
My one and only
Universe…

Although it seems..
That you prefer
A few dark clouds
A few dim sparks
Over a star
That shines for you
Only for you
Through all the days
And all the nights

I do not mind
I understand
So I’ll go dark
And keep it low
I’ll vanish if
You want me to
Cause I don’t want
To bother you
Never..!
When she doesn’t even want to be friends and receive my kindness after saying no…But I love her too much to bother her with myself and have promised to respect her boundaries.
Jawad Apr 2017
Magic happens with the word,
Not some stick, pigeon, or rope
Or a lame trick with a card;
Magic happens when her heart
Evaporates, like perfume
When she smells scents of a poem
Dabbed on her neck,
Slow whispers
From the lips of her lover
Her only…

                               ...Prestidigitator
Only poets know what magic is...
Jawad Nov 2018
I am here
For you
How shall I help?

What type of balsam do you want?
Sweet injections for your ego?
Or bitter sirups for your soul?
Or maybe an operation in your mind?

But an amputation of your sorrows?
I am not qualified for that!
You have to bear the pain
Pain killers will **** you
Let the feelings sore on
Rot
And fall off

I shall collect them
And throw them away
To the dogs of forgettable times
And the snakes of ellsuive memories

Let them feast
They are hungry
For smelly things

You limp away
And move on
For love can grow again
Helping a friend through a heartbreake
Jawad Jul 2017
Minimal
Live could be more optimal
If you let go of things, trivial
And focus on the real capital
Time and space, the memory
Of experiences, friends, and family
Nice gestures and charity
The joy of clarity
The depth of sanity
A better grasp of reality
More options through more money
By spending on what matters

Minimal
To love people and not things
To be who you are and not what you own
A tidiness in hindsight, in the mind
A sense of being light, feeling right
Another understanding of freedom and slavery
The slavery of things
When you don’t own things but things you
Because things hold you back and therefore
Freedom comes from less stuff, not more

Nostalgia?
But here is the thing
Memories might die
If you cut off their wings
If you capture them in things
And lock them up in dark closets
They live in your mind, not in items
They need to be free
Fresh, revived, preserved
Through presence, not hoarding

Memories live
Through pictures
Digitized in devices
Always in your pocket
Cherished in your mind

Memories live
Through words
Written by you
In diaries worth keeping
Which take you back in time
But don’t fill up your space

Memories live
Through stories
You tell others and others tell you
Face to face and soul to soul
With some coffee in-between

Minimal
Clutter is not optional
Get rid of worthless stuff
Boxes and countless little toys
One zillion paper clips
Sad chairs and old clothes
And all the dusty things
That occupy your life
And turn it into junk

Spend less
Less things
Think more
Be free
Live life
Minimal
Trying to gradually become a minimalist. But minimalism is more than decluttering. It is a better understanding of things in our life.
Jawad Apr 2017
Clothes, not bluer than your soul.
Soul, as blurry as your eyes.
Fears…
Worries…
About your child…
Son…
As innocent as snow…
In the earliest morrow…

Sighs…

How much did you wipe today
With a big piece of your heart,
Through the challenges of his life…?

How much did you whip today
With long echoes from the past
Your scared back with more remorse…?

How much did you add today
From the pure drops of your love
When you early warmed his meal
Raising him healthy and strong…?

How much did you think last night,
Of the events of his day,
And the games he used to play
Of the quarrels with his friend,
And the absence of his dad...?

What will he do to survive…?
Will he be happy and fine?
Will he smile and learn and thrive?
Know what to do with his life?
Could you worry even more?

How much did you safe today?
How much did you self-deprive?
How much did you sleep at night,
Since you’re working all time?
Is something left for yourself?
How are you dealing with pain?

*Angles of all heavens..
Flowers of all gardens..
Jewels of all shops…
All goodness in all lives…
Don’t come even close to
Offsetting sacrifice
Of Motherhood!
To all single moms out there...
Jawad Apr 2017
Earth day? Lame attempt
To thank the thing that
Makes time possible
Because of earth, we can feel time. Yet we say thank you by remembering it once a year...
Jawad Apr 2017
You smelled the white flower
You enjoyed her beauty
You took care of her in winter
To watch her bloom in spring

The flower stung you hard
When you tried to pick her
And put her in your little vase
Flowers in vases fade

The flower stopped to bloom
When you tried to move her
To your garden behind the hill
Who told you she can grow there?

If you care about her
Water her, and with love
Admire for a while, but don’t
Linger there forever…
Its time to let go now…
I loved, but I have to move one for her sake…
Jawad Apr 2017
Bus driver with dog
It ate all his written poems
Girlfriend is sorry
Which movie do I mean?
Jawad Apr 2017
My only sin was to ask..
If you want to marry me…
And I was punished with no…

No..
To moments when you turn
Ugly feelings into love
And the beauty of your tears
Washing anger…

No…
Which always has to mean
I’m forbidden of the dream
Of the feeling of your breath
Seeking pleasure

No…
To all thoughts in my mind
That do desperately define…
Subtle glimpses of your look
When you wonder…

No..
To desperate words and looks,
And the touches that describe
Just the slightest sound of voice
When you whisper…


No…
To all dreams that are wrong
Since the real you seems to be
Only fiction from your dreams
When you slumber…

No mercy
No mercy for my sin…
My shattered dreams...If felt like a sin, because she trusted me as friend. Therefore did her 'No' feel like the punishment.
Jawad Nov 2018
Three cubs
The cutest of all
One little girl
And two older boys

All action
Swirl winds and storm
Roaming around
The small kingdom

Three purest souls
The wonders of life
Make you wonder
About your own

How to protect them
From harms of life
Feeling helpless
My heart like foam

They will be here
Soon my wonders
Lots of trouble
And joy at home
My sister and parents visiting, bringing with them her three children, the  joys of our life.
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