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A wise man
Is only wise,
When he knows
There is always
Something more to learn...
Why had'nt we talked in months??
little is what is left to count and thereby we farewell,
far through grain,thorn sometimes,
tomorrow's not promised so why not now?
why not get over it between us?,maybe then promised!

Why had'nt we talked in months??
you loved me back to life,rain or snow let the whole world know- you m alive alike!,
you feel insecure 'i can guarantee "no"!
your picture,too insanely beautiful to hold my hands to me! got you nothing but ignorance.

Why had'nt we talked in months??
all the time we kept looking back at each other with so much to say and nothing much to end.
you never love me like you did, i starting to forget the way you look at me and
when you do, douse the burning fuel to my heart.

Why had'nt we talked in months??
saw you peeping through all the spaces with your gleaming eyes to me,
that moment the earth stood still, overcame shyness and then flew as though tomorrow's only existed!

Why had'nt we talked in months??
trying to remember you through all the sorrow i've had through an array of invisible light co inciding with my thoughts,
i had to keep smiling ,erasing pain as though never felt!
suffocating myself with a belief that everything was going to be back to square 1!
a fishless sea rises on the horizon
no-one will fish there anymore
and the sea takes her revenge
claiming the land in ever increasing chunks
My hopes are deemed impossible
I live in places where immortal races see light as basic
They shine brighter than the sun after shades are removed
My grove is slower than the average
The baggage I hold is lavish
A ticket to my heavenly home
My beverly hills, where adventurous thrills are normal
I'll storm out of this body if I had too
My surrondings are like mountains
But I've amounted to a giant
Crying in my soul, cause I grow bigger than possible
Limits want me to stay with the course
But I'm bored of the usual. I know I'm unusual
My imagination is craving attention
The door to another world slightly opening
Standing and hoping
Praying and coping
One eye on my dreams
One purpose for me
I am ashamed, Sister!

I live in a house, I want to renovate.
Yours was bulldozed, now you live in a tent.

I need a new car, trade the old one away.
You lost your feet in a bombing yesterday.

I sleep so cozy and warm in a king size bed.
You find comfort in the cold hard floor instead.

Something doesn't work out I'll complain to everyone.
While you hide your tears when you lose someone.

My freezer is full with samosas and pies.
Your tummy sounds are muffled by rockets and cries.

I open my fast with plenty food in my plate.
You are thankful for that single date.

I do some chores my back is sore.
You lost your sons your pain is much more.

My Eid clothes are bought, few hundreds gone.
You were forced to leave with the clothes you had on.

I need a few holidays throughout the year.
You won't abandon your land despite the fear.

I have everything yet I still want more.
You just want peace, the end of this war.

Despite all this you are closer to Allah then I'll ever be.
So I am ashamed sister, ashamed for being me!
This work is not one of mine. Unfortunately I do not know who the original author is.
read between the sloppy lines
of drunk texts and high poems
scrawled upon pages of telephone books
in black bold letters, black slippery ink

i remember the days when you were mine
loved the ***, loved the roses
all your side-long glances and pretty looks
but without you i have gotten better,
in deaths quick sands i no longer sink

i miss you, honey,
but we'll never love again
when pages turn and our story ends,
read between the lines of my drunk texts,
and you will find me.
this telephone book has sat by my side for weeks now
torn pages and notes scrawled along the sides
empty cigarette butts and empty bottles.
Strength is nothing,
When thought is like water,
You only drown faster..
An interesting thing
About our thinking
We rarely just act
Instead we ask, what if?

What if I say something wrong
What will happen
To the road I walk upon?
Will my journey start cracking?

What if I take the day off?
Will I lose my job?
Will I be palmed off?
I don't want to be stuck as a slob

Now I'd like to say
Don't stress on these "what ifs"
Send them on their way
The only if you should think upon
Is whether you'll wake for another day

Don't stress about the "what ifs"
You may never get another chance
If your worried about what might happen
Instead of taking action

Live like there is no tomorrow
For there is no time you can borrow
Take it while you have a chance
Live, love life and advance
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