Why has it happened?
we've only just met
Why has this happened to me
I know that you're betrothed just as I am
So why does this has to be
Asleep and awake I just see your face
A vision burnt into my mind
All this has occured from a meeting for drinks
When our eyes met for the first time

Was it the effect of a cup of coffee?
Was it your eyes? your smiles?
Enchanted I was... I couldn't hold my breath
Was it the innocent evening? Or perhaps
You have a motive from the start?
Now it seems like I couldn't get you
out of my head and in my vein there is
a blood of you...

Just thinking of you has my head in a whirl
Not sure of the thoughts in my head
No matter what happens from now
We both know someone's going to bet hurt
So do we end this thing now with one final bow
Or stand up and face the truth
I need yo so much as I know you need me
In what direction must we go

Let us not blame your eyes or mine
Let us not anger your smiles and mine
Let us not blame an evening
over a cup of coffee
two soul mates met and took a place
in each others heart...
To love is not to live
To love is not to die
To love is a destiny....
your destiny and mine....

By Sharina Saad

nature abundance
do we care?
nature destruction
who we blame?
man VS nature
finger pointing
all talks but no action.

natural disaster
victims are tendered, sheltered
VVIPs and Victims posed for front page covers!!
Instant visits by Mr President
Overnight fames for mothers and fathers
children running naked in the spotlights…

Blessings in disguise…
***** and smelly kids being hugged and kissed
ohh its really cool to be Victims

Big cars, helicopters,
VVIPs in the limelight all of a sudden
all smiles, sitting and listening
sharing concern over massive destruction
donating a dollar or two...
empty promises...**** of innocence

fake is all fake
when MR. President is gone...
He’ll start counting the days for general election
What a big impression he made
Over a massive destruction

And Thank you innocent victims
If he wins... five years later
perhaps you'd meet him again?

He cares only for votes
Not the dust of disaster choking our throats
A few dollars here a few dollars there
Can cleans and purify stench ridden air
Is that shattered body a girls or a boys
No need to worry it could be a toy

By Sharina Saad

I used to dream of the shining moon and stars
Just by staring at the wide open sky at night
mesmerized I am as I start my dream journey
from one layer of the dark sky to another
Where these dreams are taking me to?

Shall I ask....
If I dream continuously every night..
staring at the same dark sky night after night..
staring at the stars twinkling, calling me COME HERE!!
staring at the moon that shines so bright..

will i , will i ever reach the sky one day?
will I, Will I dance with the moon and stars above?
oh please tell me if i start to dream today...
one day will I reach the sky?

Hundred Things To say.....

I just need one more day..
Before we really break away..
we have chosen our ways...
But there is no reason to keep things that way
Let me clear everything anyway...

Remember the promise we’ve made?
To love completely from the day we met?
But you fell in the arms of unfaithful *****...
You were with Katt and then with your girlfriend Patt..
Think I’d rather feel sorry for you than mad...

Its ok.. I will survive..
Well.. look I am still alive..
You have new game new toy for another season..
I am saying good bye now do I need a reason?

Your love changes in any seasons..
You are running away without solid reasons..
Hundred words of lies are your reasons..
Stay for a while and try to listen...
I have hundreds of things to say..
Before we break away....
Listen, I dont love you anymore.. . anyway...

She wanders lonely
lost as an innocent child,
searching, seeking for her troubled soul
Everybody has left,they walked away,
Her only hope, has gone too
He was the one she loved like no other
He was her knight in shining armour
She placed him upon a pedestal
But he's left her for another,
Left her to trip and fall
He is Gone forever...

No words of comfort will console her,
Like the passing of a storm
She isall alone...
Her dreams of her life spent in the safety of his arms
But now he's with another using all his deadly charm

Tears unhindered run in torrents down her sad and lonely face
Why has her love deserted her?
The thought of this keeps tormenting her..
She is no longer beauty queen but her youth should not be reason..
Is she not worth? For all these years.. her sacrifices .. her undivided love..
And now he has destroyed her, destroyed her will to live

She will not recover from the torment in her mind
She knows her broken heart can never be mended
For her life ended on the day he walked away
Why did it ever happen?
Why should it end this way?

By Rina

Close your eyes
Can you still see her?
When her image is blurry
Means you are letting her go
Open your eyes
Can you still see her?
No you don’t anymore
That means she has completely gone
Sleep tight tonight..
Try not to dream
Erase her completely
No more calls in the nights
Good morning , Wake up
Start a new day fresh
Never have to look back
The sad past has gone
Dont think of her
Dont think of love
Write a new chapter
But firts You must let go
Live in the present not past
Be strong and let go...

By Rina

I saw a glimpse of her the other night
In a split second and she vanished
Into the thin air
Her movement was swift..
Just like the wind...
And she was gone...
I neither saw nor heard about her again
Not after long when ...
A little bue bird started to sing
Juliet’s Secret love affair was revealed... hot stories!!
Crude people clapped their hands,
Rumours was fastly circulated ,
Juliet was exposed as Romeo’s lover,
Secret meetings, messages exchanged,
Between the two forbidden lovers..
Talk of the town, disgraced to her family...
Devastated she couldn’t reach Romeo...
A pang of disbelief... a slap on her own face
Her hero escaped , deserted her..
He has betrayed her , called her unfaithful instead...
Juliet a sinner... people shouting in the streets...
Juliet’s heart sank... hopleless she was...
Where is Romeo .. the hero of her heart?
She fell to the ground... a sharp knife in her hand
Should I die for love she asked?

He doesn’t have to be physically perfect upon your eyes
His perfection in his faith toward Allah that counts
He doesn’t need to bring you umbrella when it rains
But look upon His ability to shelter
and protect you from the evil eyes

He must not be rich to shower you with diamonds and golds
His richness in knowledge of Islam is mandatory
A Muslim intellectual in sophisticated world,
relevantly sufficient...

He doesn’t take you to the exciting places of the world...
Scuba diving in the famous sea, Shopping in Paris,
but His hand holds yours so tightly
along the journey to the holy land

His lips doesn’t praise you enough,
so sad...your beauty is not worth...
But at night he cries as he prays to Allah...
To protect you from the devils
who only speaks the language of evils and hates

He who guides you not only in the present world
But he holds your hands all the way through...
So that you wouldn’t be lost along your path
To the sacred place of eternity
You and him In Jannah together...
in paradise forever.. Insya Allah...

The doctor walked hurriedly ....
8 hours of sweat from the labor room
On the day When I was born
The doctor announced with smiles and joy, a GIRL!!
Yes I was born a girl, BIG MISTAKE!!!
not after long...
My Daddy’s world turned upside down..
Obviously something was wrong,
Daddy was unhappy,
He got the wrong baby...

My granddad was disgusted,
didn’t even glance at the baby cot
I tried to be the nicest, prettiest...
Forced my lips to curl sweetly only after a few minutes I was born
My effort was to no avail

Decided!! All they ever wished for
Was an heir to the throne
A baby boy I was not ...but I was born  a girl...
My grandma stood still, expressionless
My mom’s cries was louder than mine
Ohh!! What a day to start a New Life
Mercy me!! I  had just suffered a near death experience
At birth..
Please mercy my mom too...
She was never at fault to give birth to me...a baby girl..
Can you imagine what kind of journey it would be for me?
from one comfortable world into a new one?
from my mother’s condusive womb to this cruel reality of life?
I have just tried to open my  tiny little eyes
into a bright new world.
But painful journey down the birth canal
Was it worth?
My eyes see the instant hate and fear
As soon as I was casted at birth...
My family have rightfully claimed
I am not being fit as an heir to the throne..

By Sharina Saad