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  Nov 2015 Sharina Saad
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I offer you this innocence,
come on in,
condemnation
judgement
vitriol
are left on the other side
of the walls of skin.

Hearts may open here
tears may tumble
walls may fall
in this moment between you and me.

We will offer
truths and tenderness
for every imagined sin.

Life's a puzzle
the pieces are in
earthquake shambles scattered
across the floor.
There are places for each puzzle piece
to put together,
we may even find bliss.

Sometimes this life is too complex
too hard to fathom
too easy to plummet,
we all need a place to
explore
unload
forgive.

This is the innocence
feel free to come on in,
your secrets are safe here,
never told by me.

It has been said
we are as sick as our secrets,
burrowing through our eyes
in dark packets of disguise.
But in this sanctuary
lies dissolve
innocence returns,
We find a chance to begin again.

Put down the masks
Put down the resentments
Put down the propped up sorrows
Our truths will set us free.

The door is open
the glowing warmth of connection
is at your disposal,
come speak to me
the accumulated hurts of where you have been,
through these true confessions
hurts pass
not forgotten
but
forgiven.

We can begin again.

The puzzle pieces lost
will be found,
compassion and forgiveness
become our friends.

Abandon all pasts
seen through a child's eyes,
in this time of now
we can become cozy
snuggle up in this warm bath embrace.
Sometimes we all need a place to hide
in all the necessary pillows and comforters.

Either in words or in silence,
we'll find that spot of transformation,
begin again,
once you enter this innocence,
from the tangle
as birds well know,
we can fly free again.
Sharina Saad Nov 2015
Devastated I was
Having to witness
The hatred in their eyes
When they shot the pedestrians
The cruelty in those strong arms
when they slaughtered the innocents
Random killings
On a street in Paris

I was shivering at a corner
Unable to speak or move
I was numb.
I lost my heartbeat.

Blood bath in Paris
Paris was painted red
The screams the shouts and the cries
Ripping my heart in two
Dead people... injured citizens
Naive children
were shot in the head
Innocent mean
Sprawling on that street

I covered my face
with my trembling hands
What a terrifying site
A terror attack they said
A random massacre!

I didnt realise
Just how long I stood there
The night was too long
I could not stand it any longer
I couldn't take it anymore
A few minutes of terror
The despair...
Seemed like forever

I wanted to run
My feet was tied to the ground
It was no fun
Watching dead bodies lying around
Victims of  a well worked plan

With difficulties
I finally brought myself up
My veil was soaking wet
Fresh Blood streaming down
from my forehead
I was wounded
I was giddy
I was hurt
I felt like throwing up
I moved  a step forward
Just one step forward...

ALL OF A SUDDEN...
I heard a loud siren
A fierce shout..
Screaming ****** words
TERRORIST... SHE'S  A MUSLIM ****
Then... BANG!
I heard nothing after that
Because I was shot dead....
I am a Muslim and I am not a terrorist. Humanity has no religion...
Sharina Saad Nov 2015
I lost my words
When I lost you
The magic has gone
So did the magical words
I used to have in my head

The words used to flow like a river
every single words ...
every magical phrases..
Tender words of love
Sad and happy lullabies
Dreams in words of dreams
Wake up with stanzas of poems
In my head...

The most precious gift
My magical words ....
All of them have been erased
As soon as you walked away

Can I have the lines that rhyme again?
Only a word I have left with
The word is you...
Sharina Saad Oct 2015
Yesterday I was a school going kid
Always Hungry for knowledge
Always Thirsty for lessons of life
Obediently sitting in a large noisy class
Listening and recording every words preached
Hoping they were stored forever...
Or atleast before the exam day was over

Today I still go to school
Twice a week
with a bunch of happy people
We have fun learning!
embarassing ourselves mostly
In the most intellectual way!!
laughing at ourselves for being silly
Sometimes unsure
whether we are hungry or thirsty
But knowledge is like the sea...
Endless and wide.

Rather ...
We are desperate to digest it all
The ZPD, Scaffolding, Sociocultural and Constructivism?
Hey hey whose theory?
And Skinner, Pavlov, Vygotsky and Chomsky
Hope they are here to tell us a story.

To go or to let go
Hard .. dont you know?
Decided to go with the flow...
Determined that one day
We will stand tall
On that humble stage
Wearing that long pretty robe ...
in our hands a scroll...
There's nothing like having a PHD
With your sweat and tears...
and a whole lot of laughters too....
The feelings?
Of course... unexplainable
The experience?
PRICELESS!!!
Sharina Saad Sep 2015
I was neither too naive
Nor too ignorant
To let myself falling...
falling into you...
It was either me
or you
Who let the door wide open
causing heart turbulences
and silliness started to happen...
Love is crazy
you smile unnecessarily
You dream castles and mountains
Craziness is love...
Till
one day
you...
Come back to life...
Sharina Saad Sep 2015
Knock! Knock!
Anybody home?
Knock! Knock!
Hey I am home
A silent whisper
of the wind...
A grave silent from within...
Knock! Knock! again
No answer
Knock! Knock!  a hundred times
Just a long complete silence...
A second later...
A hand written note
Pushed under the door
An unsigned warning letter
Please walk away
Please do not stay
How could you leave us
just like that
How could you show up
and dare knock on that door again
Do not Knock Knock anymore
Just leave us alone
We wont be missing
that knock knock
on that very door ever again!
good bye forever
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