Friday, December 11, 2009

The Eye(by Gibran Khalil Gibran)



Said the Eye one day, "I see beyond these valleys a mountain veiled with blue mist. Is it not beautiful?"
The Ear listened, and after listening intently awhile, said, "But where is any mountain? I do not hear it."
Then the Hand spoke and said, "I'm trying in vain to feel it or touch it, and I can find no mountain."
And the Nose said, "There is no mountain, I cannot smell it."
Then the Eye turned the other way, and they all began to talk about the Eye's strange delusion. And they said, "Something must be the matter with the Eye."
Gibran Khalil Gibran

Saturday, November 28, 2009


There is still something to make me smile when feeling betrayed.
There is still something to stop me crying, and to cry the same time.
There is still something to change my mood when feeling forlorn.
There is still something to stop me falling when feeling down.
There is still something to stop me doing dumb thing when feeling mad.
There is still something to give me strength when feeling weak.
There is still something to ease my pain when feeling hurt.
There IS something to lighten up a way in the dark for me.
And you see it's YOU. You are the one giving me hope, life, confidence & calm. And I know you are here. You mustn't be far. You mustn't be unapproachable. I know you are close to me. We both are under this stable pure blue sky, watching the same dawn and dusk and the same sun. We both are breathing the same moon. I know you are here.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Me, here, alienated, familiar, wall…



Shout!
Like the thunderstorm shouting for its magnificence… like the rain crying its peace and purity… like the snow yelling its heaviness that can not be burdened by anyone… like the wind bellowing its gentle blowing…
Shout your mind… but, but shout it silently…as a wall does. Listen to it once! It is talking to you-shouting- but in silence. It is yelling its loneliness and its sociability together! A host of people are passing by it, EVERYDAY, saying sth. Have you thought about its heart? It's listening to everyone. It's feeling souls! The souls of humans! Every single day! And it's still shouting silently. The only thing you need to do is to listen. Listen to walls if you wanna know people.


Sunday, November 15, 2009

To My Dear Sahar


I was hidden among my questions! And all of a sudden, you came to help me answer myself. And after that, for the first time I had someone to live for and say" Hey! I've got sb in this world!"
I you…felt things, I felt the world yet I was unable to express myself, unable to say who I was. But you talked and you wrote! You were able to write your soul! And after I got to know you, you translated me and my heart into your poem & your words. You came and translated me.
You knew the song in my heart and could sing it back to me when I had forgotten the words! You've been a good friend, actually a best friend and I will always thank you. No matter where you go, I'll never forget you...
Picture: Sahar
(Sahar, for God's sake, just once, leave a comment!)

Friday, November 6, 2009

This Is How It Goes...

Hi. Yeah I'm addressing YOU. You, visiting this blog quite by chance when you've got nothing to do and you thought of maybe surfing the net and knowing what's going on in this cruel, unfair but beautiful world or maybe to just quite by chance see what people are shouting silently for. Yes, exactly YOU are my addressee. Maybe you're thinking about tomorrow, Friday- and that it will be a day to rest and LIVE-, or maybe about the great deal of work you have to do, or maybe about the money you need, or perhaps you're thinking about your loneliness… as I am! About the time you'll finally live free for yourself and all you love. The time there is no more worry about school or work or money or a teeny-weeny time to relax, to free, to be yourself, to go, to listen, to breathe, to feel that you're heart is still beating,…slowly. And you are still alive. A dead alive person. A moving corpse. But still alive. Still walking, still eating, still going out, still reading, still listening to music, still working, still studying, …Still, Still, Still, Still, Still… and THIS IS HOW IT GOES. This is how it STILL is going…