Paradise Lost

At the bottom of the deepest hell Lay A soulless body, Losing its track of life In the darkness of hole. Weak breathes trying To leave that wounded chest Breath, hail, let it go. The dark smokes next to the Heart, dying to leave, Leave that rottening thing Covered with blood, Useless. Afraid of What comes next? Weren't you afraid of what You've already done? Shame! No kind of regret will fix that broken soul, You fractionated it to pieces Smaller than the little dusts. Blown away by the hot breezes Of that dry hole, whistling Ghostly echoes, ready To carry that damned soul, and let that stained body Remaining under everybody's Feet. Forgotten.

In the afternoon, here comes the burning sun Shadowing our bright faces from our flying Dreams. Sun rays with pointy heads Wounding that skin, these eyes, those wishes, Wishes lost beyond being bounded, as An earthly creature Eats, walks, kills Kills every Innocence he once met On the dying trees, the smiling flowers The ones who dies Between the hands of clay. Cruel Prints, Never learned the gentle touch, One that gives life to what is touched and touch that untouched hearts To give, take, and share, To wish, dream, and pray, To a Fate, who waits, A hopeful eye waits for us. With arms wide open to hold, Waiting for us. Those who deserves that hold: that touch, Only to be shared with, this ungrateful life.

Fight! Kill! Suffocate! There is no such pain In doing what's right. There is the enemy who mocks the weak, Standing, "pitiful moron!" with an evil laugh. Do not fear! Watch that trembling eyes, The fear is firing from an unlit look Waiting for you, to slay that Unworthy heart.

A young boy sitting beside the river, gazing at the horizon, his thoughts wandering around his head, sneaking in and out with every blow of the winds touching his pale cheeks. A moment of silence, then, he inhailed some air, the memories of the past days kept his eyes closed, imaginning that green valley where he used to live, with the sound of birds welcoming a new sunrise. There is nothing more joyful than a butterfly sliding on a drop of a water dew freshly reflecting the greeness of the bending leaf. Then suddenly! all these thoughts scattered with the sound of that black steaming train, annoying the peacefulness of that river, no living creature dared to face that ugly monster. The young boy left his bag and continued his way to the crowded city, finding his way through the lights that killed the shinning stars on that black perfect carpet hanging above his head, he entered, hoping to find a glimpse of that green valley hidden somewhere.

How lovely is it to forget everything in your mind and just enjoy your moment, to be away from the noise and the crowd, to breath the fresh air of the country side. Enjoying the life's simplicity is amazing, it makes us renew our energy, developing a new mood instead of the one that got ruined by life's complications. Try it if you did not. Take a trip to nowhere, away from the places you always go to. breath like you never breathed before, live the day as it was your last, do the things you love with the people you love, and notice how calm you will be, how happy and pleased by doing very simple stuff. I know I sound like a yoga trainer or something. But I want to let people know how useful is it to be simple. Do not care how much work you have to finish, how your life is miserable! These things never end and if you kept dragging them to everywhere you go you will be so heavy and tired to enjoy life. Throw all the weighs behind your shoulder, feel light as a feather, free l...

أريد أن أهدي هذا الموضوع إلى واحدة من أعز صديقاتي ، فمن اجلها قررت أن أكتب هذا الموضوع باللغة العربية. أتمنى أن يحوز على رضاكم. و تحياتي لأميمو ;)  إن في مجتمعاتنا العربية هناك ظاهرة غريبة جدً لا أستطيع أن أجد لها مبرر و هذه الظاهرة أخذت تسيطر على عقولنا و طريقتنا في العيش. لسبب أو لآخر فإنني أجد مجتمعاتنا واقعة في حب وضع الحواجز بين كافة الأمور و النواحي الحياتية، إنها تحصر كل هذه النواحي في غرفة مغلقة، و الأسوأ من ذلك، فإنهم يسيئون تصنيف محتويات هذه الغرفة مما يؤدي إلى سوء في التوزيع و غباء في حل المشكلات. مثال على ذلك: هناك تلك المشكلة التي ربما ليست متطرقة في أذهان الجميع، ولكن هذا لا يعني أنها ليست ذات أهمية، و بإعتقادي فإنها السبب في الكثير من الشوائب المعلقة و التي تجعل من مجتمعاتنا آخذة بالرجوع إلى الوراء. إنه التطرق إلى توحيد العنصر لكل فئة أو أي عمل نقوم به، فعلى سبيل المثال، من أجل أن نقوم بمناقشة مشكلة سياسية، نناقش الأسباب السياسية فقط، فمن النادر أن نجد من يدخل العنصر الإجتماعي في هذا الموضوع، على الرغم من أن هناك الكثير من الأمور المشتركة و التي تجعل من حل المشكلة أمرا ...

A lot of facts in our life cause much of a tension. People, for example, are the main cause for the problems that are ruining our societies and the few beautiful things that left in this time. We notice that the beautiful unforgotten memories from our childhood are no longer exist, there is a lack of innocence now, even for the little children. Happiness became hard to find, and evil is growing more and more inside people's hearts. Mistakes happen; there is no contradiction over this issue, mistakes in productions, in dealing with people, or in exams. There is absolutely no harm in this sort of mistakes, except one thing: if it had to with the world's fate, like a problem between two countries that leads to a war and mass destruction. But as I can imagine what can be a really big mistake is the lack of faith in people's hearts. In general, people do not feel that old good feeling that there is still peace among them and that is effecting their way of handling problems and i...