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Sharina Saad Jun 2013
Your eyes aren’t eyes.
They’re bees.
I can find no cure for their sting.

Your eyes aren't eyes
They're telescopes
The deepest layer of my heart  I cannot hide

Your eyes aren't eyes
They're knives
I cry when it pierces my heart open

Your eyes aren't eyes
They are bows and arrows
I can be an archer's fan in archery sport

Your eyes aren't eyes
They're home
I can see how wonderful my life  in there

Your eyes aren't eyes
They are magic potion
I melt I die upon a gaze of your eyes..
i love your eyes...
Sharina Saad Jun 2013
A Poet Fell in the Forest

When walking in the woods,
you learn to pick up your feet.
Because today, a poet fell in the forest.
He tripped on a root of a tree.
Reaching to recover a few of his ink pens.
Here's wear the adventure begins.
Luck was with him at that moment,
a grizzly bear came foraging through the forest.
Fortunately for him too,
poets, are not on the bear's menu.
Like most bears in the wild,
wanting nothing to do with man.
Started moving away like it was
a part of mother nature's plan.

Getting up off the forest floor,
continuing on his way through the woods.
The poet pulled out a pad from his backpack,
and scribbled a poem about facing your fears.
How his heart raced as he knew not to look
mother nature in the face.
The poem spoke of knowing
when to stand your ground.
He didn't forget to mention
how he tripped and fell down.
Meeting a hungry grizzly bear,
happy he's alive to tell the tale.
He titled the poem,
“A poet fell in the forest”.
This poem is written by Poet: Robert Lee Kinard. I would love to share it here because its such a lovely poem  to be shared with the world.
Sharina Saad Jun 2013
I chose to hide,
Behind my veil.
In my safe home,
My existence frail.
My identity and my honour,
My own choice to preserve.
Hiding within my soul,
Modesty that i reserve.
Eyeing this dusty world,
Lost treasures of faith
seven virtues for world,
Veil for me is eighth.
Proud of my identity,
happy on my choice.
This is what i am,
Hijab is my voice.
Sharina Saad Jun 2013
As I softly put on

My beautiful veil

I think of how sadly

People seem to fail

To see its beauty

See why we do

Wear it daily

If only they knew

This veil to me

Is so extremely priceless

Its not the beauty of the veil

It is not the beauty of the person

Its the beauty of the faith

a strong religious belief

Hidden in this beautiful veil...
Sharina Saad Jun 2013
I am writing a letter for you..
I am stuck in the middle i cant continue
Even the finest vocabularies fail to describe how I feel
for you
what is the most appropriate diction to encapsulate
this tangle heart of mine..
Funny sometimes when we lost all kind of words from our heart.
Only to convey some simple feelings
or state of minds
and....
The search for words will continue...
Sharina Saad Jun 2013
What is the best description of you?
I have lost the words to describe
What is the best way to thank you?
I have lost the right words to say.

What is the best description of me?
You say you've lost the words to describe
What is the best way to thank me?
You say you've lost the right words to use

What is the best description of me?
You will  search the words to describe
What is the best way to thank me?
Well just use the words in your heart
Sharina Saad Jun 2013
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...
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