Paradise Lost

Dead ends at four directions. My compass is bleeding misery and hate, Where is that tunnel? With that yellow bright light Shadows of dead corpses Darkening that yellow house. A squeaky door, A jammed window, And a grey rag. Who painted it blue! That house was… My beginning and end. My fate is hanging by an arrow; Undecided, confused by mysterious fields. I go round, and round, and I twist; Like a small hurricane Too amateur to destroy, too collapsed to lead Until I drop dead, like a sand storm Covering the horizon with dust, only dust Spreading, like a powerful army. Still, power is not the key. I can conquer but I cannot always win 'Cause I killed the compass of my right direction.

Nervous in the light of dawn You are talking to me, I answer you with silence, There is nothing wrong with my hearing, I swear! But my mind, No! Don't get me wrong, I am no insane. I am absent within my presence, Not my fault, It's them! These thoughts, Are locking my head, Keeping me a distance From living in this world. It is too loud That voice Of my thoughts. Please don't blame me, For all of these thoughts Are of one title: Caring; Caring about you.

City Pages - July issue 2010 بقلم أمل أحمد البقشي لطالما أخبرنا أهلنا و الذين هم أكبر سنا منا أن الحياة هي أحجية غامضة و لغز كبير و يجب علينا أن نبذل قصارى جهدنا من أجل أن نفهم هذا اللغز. و لكن و مع مرور الأيام نكتشف أن هذا اللغز يبدو لنا أكبر حجما و أكثر تعقيدا ولا نجد أي ثغرة قد تسمح لنا بفك شفرة من شفرات هذا اللغز. لا شك بأن الحياة هي رحلة صعبة تتخذ في معظم الأحيان الطرق الوعرة لكي تصل بنا إلى الهدف ،و قد نتوه في هذه الطرق و لا نجد أي سبيل للوصول إلى نقطة النجاح. برأيي إن هذه الطرق الوعرة و الجبال الزلقة هي التي تعطي هذه الحياة اللذة التي تنقصنا، كأفراد بمختلف الأعمار و الاهتمامات يجمعنا شيء واحد، و هو مجابهتنا للتجارب في جميع أوجه حياتنا المختلفة، و قد لا نعي ذلك و لكن هذه التجارب هي التي تصنعنا كأشخاص بالغين. لقد سمعت الكثير من الناس تشتكي من الصعوبات التي تواجههم و كيف أن طاقتهم قد انهكت في حل تلك المشكلات. لكنني دائما أرى أن هذه المشكلات لها عدة أوجه، و كل شخص يرى وجه من مشكلته على حسب طريقة تفكيره، فقد يرى الجانب المظلم منها و قد يرى الجانب المضيء. نعم، إن هناك دائما جانب مضيء...

Have you ever mixed unlike things together? It probably seems weird but it is pretty simple and interesting. We are used to the 'Normal'. Like mothers have to take care of children and fathers should go to work and make money. But, why! There is no rule for that, we are just immitating what others did through time. Only because they weren't creative enough to find other ways of living. How about you? Do you want to be un-creative, exactly like those who think they were doing the 'right' thing? If you want that, then let me bluntly tell you: you are putting your life in a waste bin and fool yourself and others by pretending to be alive. Try messing up the order of things. No, not to create chaos, but to reorganize. laugh when you are supposed to cry and cry when you are supposed to laugh. See how does it feel. Then, try to change your daily routine, by cancelling the routine. Routine is normal; unwanted. So, when you wake up everyday, the first thing you do is not to...

It's already thirty-seven minutes passed eight! I'm going to be late for work. But my eyelids are too strongly cursing me, preventing me from rising up the bed. I fight the dreams installed in my head, I jump out of my bed, realizing that I'll be late for work! I head to the shower. The smell of my lime soap wakes the sleepy braincells, making me want to face this new day with a freshly enjoyable mood. I'm ready now. On my way to the car I check the weather. Blue sky, my favorite! I smile at my cup of coffee, wishing that I had the chance to drink it peacefully, but my race with time always keeps me at the end. 15 minutes to ten. I believe I can do it. My books taught me that being optimistic will help me getting what I want. And I did, I arrived to work exactly at time. My optmicism helped me and greened all the traffic lights. This is an actual proof that the universe is always with us. God is always with us. My shuffling songs try to prepare my mood for facing the da...

I woke up today's morning on the sound of my phone ringing. It was that guy from the telecom company fulfilling his promise of bringing me a new telephone line. But the conversation went beyond that, we talked about many other things, random stuff. I actually was stunned by his amazement by me, he made me feel more alien than i thought i was! But I realized something, that all the things he said were true. I am different. My problem is I forget about that, the surroundings pulls me into a corner where I see things from their boring perspective. There is always another way to look at things, it is pretty obvious, although our minds became so dull that we just want what is shared by the "most obvious". Life is really interesting. If you want a proof just check any person's journals, blogs, or vlogs, you will see their own ways of entertainment, and of living. Consider it as a hint to push you through that dark tunnel you've been stuck into for quite a time. Just fin...

Her eyes went closing, and a moment passed. A thought came knocking, grabbing her hand. "Come with me, now, to a new wonderland," With half a smile the thought said. Eyes went open: "Wonderland?" "A place to wonder," Thought replied. "The sky's your limit. No dreams to hide." Eyes into darkness, wondering, looked, For worries of the future her head shook. Then, with a smile, she nodded. A joyful thought she became, offering her hand. "No, my lovely Thought," hesitating she said, "In my place I will rest," raising her head. "A place to struggle in I've always needed, To build my strength, to go at full speed, That with the hottest breeze of air I may freeze, moving in light And darkness too. Life's without meaning If the rainbow cannot paint This reality with lively hues. Life, for real, can shine. With difficulties, it shines. With experiences, it glitters. Not with silly crayon colors. The rainbow owns seven ...