The streets are dark,
on Christmas eve;
with none to rule & conquer darkness...
Staring at an abyss...thinking there's hope,
the long Halloween's nightmare lies still...
Snow slowly stranding shadows upon such a splendid slumber - this macabre alley presumed a plain phantasm.
The scent of chestnuts...flattered nothing but a bitter sweet souvenir;
even you...resemble a phantom of grief!
That terrace taught turmoil & tragedy,
on Christmas day;
all reunited to cherish cruelty & carve out hypocrisy from honesty...

~ A. Rose

At parties I try

to leave soon, always longing --


for festivity!

It does not matter.
If you inflict a wound in my heart, I will make my wound blossom with a Thousand songs of love, and a garden of tulip flowers!

It does not matter.
If you crucify me on the cross of origin or religion,
I will turn my cross to become a shrine for freedom lovers!

It does not matter.
If you declare 'Punish Hussein Day', I will replace your day
Of punishment with feast, festivity, and celebration of life!

It does not matter,
If you insult me or call me every name in the book,
I will transform your harm to a prayer and regard
You as my equal in humanity!


Hussein Dekmak