One of life”s most cruel arrangements , when it throws two kind hearts in your way , both beat with love and affection, and you just can’t comprehend why this is happening while all you’ve ever wanted is one single honest heart, yet life put you in such a predicament . Moreover what ever you do you will hurt and hurt someone with no pre- intention.
A game of who will be winner and who would be broken into million pieces, one can assume that’s a bless , but it’s far from it , it’s like a knife with two sided blade, it cuts either way. Keeping the two is a lie it only ends with a horrific mess , giving up the two could mean losing a chance to be with a soulmate and be happy a chance might not cross your path again. Choosing between tow heavens never will be a fair trade , all of that entanglement is unjust but it’s part of our dear life treats for the unfortunate chosen one .
What a plain morning
no whispers ,no birds to sign
a morning so deaf and blind
is life getting kind ?!
Or is it me idiotically content ?!
Is it sober to be content with silence .
Is it ok not be able to be just for a moment .
We draw those words out of the closet , dusty , rusty , or torn
We lay them on lines , dark , light, passionate or sad.
We just have an urge to be heard
Sometimes we relate to each other Other times we get lost in translation
And the real meaning remain hidden in the cooker pot
Dose it matter what form , technique , style we use
still language a way of universal communication
Words are swards we may say
Words like water like air to that un seen muse
Birds sing for the joy of singing
Man speak to state a stand , hit Virgin shores of thoughts. Or bond
We draw those words out of the closet it might be under, above sized ,
It might be contemporary or stone age
Words born with man , grew with man gracefully they live beyond. Man
By Zara H. Mosa , © 2013, All rights reserved.
We have this habit
Can’t see beneath mortal skin
Blinded with selfishness
Might step unseen jewel
Three things would make a difference in a person’s life from my point of view
A solide will , a good support eather a family or a friend ,
Education : knowledge is a useful weapon without it a person could stumble all the way.
The irony is when you get one but loss the other,sometimes you could Loss all of them and end up empty , broken even ungry . Life is really unpredictable some people have every thing they ever wanted good family , friends , money , fame , health, above all golden luck. While others ( I believe I’m one of the others ) have nothing and if they were so lucky they can get one of the previous , what is it so special a bout those successful or lucky individuals
that give them the advantage in life ?!
Share your thoughts 😊👂 I want to hear them
Has my carriage broke down?!
No wonder this tree look so old.
I’v been rooted here for ages
A naked soul facing every hit
I hate these roots .
A friend of mine is looking for prince charming a man who’s decent , caring, understanding, Nobel , strong , clean , educated, and romantic .
I think all of us women are looking for this miracle guy but dreaming is one thing and reality is another , Why ?! Well dreams are just dreams there is no such complete person like that we are human beings not suppose to be perfect that would be annoying but we could be at our best as much as we try .
Mostly what the woman lack her partner completes (just like salt and pepper ) and if we come to common sense we all have our weaknesses and unwanted habits or behaviors Men or women .
Someone may ask if that’s so why do women still look for the impossible ?! Well us women are sentimental creatures we like warmth and details ( please men pay attention to details ) more so we need emotions .
An old women once said if men treated women like plants their would be no problems at all plain and simple Prepare ,Water , protect, care, then harvest ( do you think she’s right ?!) so as much as you look at her simply no need to think about her as a mathematical equation you man will have her figured-out your life will be easy and she will be happy.
Now i don’t know about that old woman but I think this generation is more complicated than the plant theory . And the battle of Adam and Eve still standing
Waking every morning going to work with enthusiasm and happy mood is not always possible specially when you’er totally down . All of us have our own expectations it doesn’t have to be so high to feel disappointed if its not fulfilled .
We spend have of our time if not more in our workplace more than we spend at home ,the least thing the staff wish for is support and accreditation for the hard work .
I think I’m living this moment of disappointment today I hope it will not effect me for long
When I was young I had this urge to write , just simple words I wrote my first story when I was in intermediate level I named it ” The Last Breath ” , It was very easy to write I had my main idea so a built all the story a round it and I won the contest it was the brightest moment in my life . And I knew me and my pen will be best friends .
As I grew up poetry become a passion I really love short poems i enjoy scattering my feelings on paper I wasn’t good with techniques but I wrote from my heart and that all i need in my opinion a good poem is that one which reaches the reader don’t get me wrong techniques and styles are important but originality is a must to have factor . So writing become a daily mission , and sometimes an escape path . I developed a lot not as much as i wish but still happy how far I came . For those people out there who thinks their words ain’t worth it don’t degree your work writing is a gift share it with someone you trust then share it with the world it’s the voice if humanity each time you craft a line you record a history and history deserve to be told .