8.31.2016

Yesterday you were my poetry

and today you’re a forgotten poem.

Death didn’t tear us apart

but your decision did

and our forever didn’t last long.

I’ve waited so long for you

that my eyes don’t want to see you anymore.

You taught me how to love and how not to care.

Fifty eight minus one doesn’t make any difference

and I’m the one.

Well, Happy Bday 

and thanks for being my ex and my biggest failure of life.

Let it be

Let it be the way it is
Let the sun shine perpetually
and the moon play hide and seek.
Let it rain in the summers
and snow in the winters
Who am I to change the course of nature?
Who am I?
Let her go when she wants to
Who am I to make her stay?
Who am I?

Yesterday it was raining
and today it is not
and I am alive.

Yesterday she was with me
and today she is not
and I think I’ll live through it

An Observer

“In my sight people are of three kinds: one curses life; one blesses it; one observes it.”~ Kahlil Gibran

I used to curse life for my pain and afflictions then came a woman in my life and I started blessing it. She gave me a reason to smile, a reason to live. I observed her; how she dances in the rain and in her pain. I observed her for observing her made me understand life deeply. I observed her footsteps on the sand and I walked on her footsteps and became what I am today.
But one day she was gone, I couldn’t see her footsteps anymore and then I realized that there is another kind of people: one who lives life.
From that day I started living my life with my song, my canvas, my poems, and myself.