You Failed Me

O September, what can words write to such horrible deeds?
I went through the merriest moments while you were here;
Diving to collect the seashells and finding twigs for reeds,
But you have altered your gifts, or were my eyes not clear?

With no guilt I gain this and to this I must stay at my word,
My destiny worked his play and he has fired his charm;
At such conspiracies how can one keep quiet his sword?
Yet, I did and held a paint brush and drew on my face: calm.

Far , Older , and Different

I saw a sparkle of light flickering in my sky. It could have been a passing light, it could have been a meteor, or something else I never wish to know. Yet, I believed in this light, and adopted it to become my Sight and my Insight.

Deep within me, there was this monster called Past. He rang the bells of danger without hesitation. "Remember Remember .. It's already September". But I never paid attention. What is he yelling about? Nonsense. I am much stronger than time, much stronger than space, much more stronger than Fate.

Yet ...

I was not prepared for the truth ..

I didn't notice the glaring truth ..

That I was not all these great and powerful things ..

I was only: FAR , OLDER , AND DIFFERENT.

Would You Like to Have a Piece of Love?

• I want some pens and pencils, please.
• Sure, sir. Any prefered colors?
• Yeah, actually I am into black papers and scarlet red pens.
• Right away, sir. Care for some ribbons?
• Ribbons?
• Yes sir, to wrap the presents. Aren't they presents?
• Oh! No, no. Just for me.
• Okay. One minute.
• Mmmm.
• Well, here you go, anything else, sir?
• No, thank you.
• So, only the pens and pencils?
• Yes. Mmm .. what are you suggesting?
• Would you like to have a piece of Love?
• :-

When Love Passes By

Nothing is learned without much strife.

Nothing is gained without a certain measurement of loss.

All good deeds - or all thought-to-be good deeds could simply evoke latent feelings.

We are the experiments, as we are the experimenting people.



Such a joke .. a practical one .. to avoid it all of the time .. to advise people from treading upon its path .. yet, to fall in it .. in its pit .. without caution and care!!



"Where witty men fail to use their intellectual powers, dumbness dwell."



I have been lost in thoughts these passing days. Not comfortable thoughts, I ought to confess. In nature, I would not claim to be an adventurer, yet, as time summons the trials, it seems that I am much of an adventurer (and a reckless one) more than I have ever thought of or even dreamt of!



It is all related to my definition of Life!

For, what is Life?!

This is the eternal question that keeps on asking for a satisfying answer!!

Is life a thread of danger or a net of caution?

Is it an arch of triumph or a broken bow?

Is it a bewitching moment or a breathless night?

A coward's song or a King's dream?

A madman's tale of an idiot's game?

A Life full of Love of a Love full of Life?!



To stop at a point, the last one catches my interest.

L O V E, the sweet illusioned state. What is so important around it that makes us breathlessly sigh and ache? What are its components? Where it begins and ends? How much of hearts can you keep alive in your own heart? And is it a means or just a transient state?!



When love passed me by, I felt special once again. Not that I underestimate my character as many would think. I never underestimate myself, it is too silly to do so. What I mean is that: man is of to entities. The first one begins with himself and stops at his borders. The latter starts from within but is directed to others and is never activated unless 'the other' accepted to do so. It is very to know yourself, but what about the other? What about the other's reactions or feelings or even background? It is too difficult to guess, and when you really Trust, and reach a no-return path for you at least, you only discover at this moment that there was no need for such a thing .. in the first place. And I keep telling myself that it is 'Your fault", yet I know profoundly that it is not anybody's fault.



Things happen because they ought to happen.

What is going to come is going to come.

Don't rush things.

Be at ease.



Everything will come to its place in time.



Wisdoms didn't adopt any mysteries. They just enigmatically charged words with experiences of the centuries. So, each came forged with a heavy burden, one that needs expression at one side, and performance at the other, just to fulfill the credo's will.

Leaving Things

I have always loved the term "things". I can not simply call it a word, because it connotes to several meanings of a flexible nature. The unidentified expression that holds within the definite and indefinite stands vividly on its feet relating itself to everything, yet without clarity.

People get attached to their 'things' with the flow of life. I was, myself, addicted to my own stuff. They were essential needless things. Of course the reasons are strictly wide. First of all, they intensify my feeling of possessiveness. They belong to me, and I belong to them. They identify my hobbies, my interests, and my own preferences, and in my turn, I give life to them. From another point of view, I relied/rely much upon my things to occupy my time. Leisure times are supposed to be assigned to something particular that is able to change the form of the 'wasted' to the 'beneficial'.

We always assume that we know our own things. We tend to love our things and fight for our things' rights. We stand by them, defending something, neglecting something else, beating someone, offending another. It is not at all necessary here to name the something and the someone. They could be anything and anyone. And this is the true beauty of the matter.

I remember a saying that kept ringing in my head for several years. I once read it in an old Reader's Digest's issue, it says:

"In the middle of nowhere, but always in the middle of something".

And it is quiet true.

So, when we leave our things. When we are forced to abandon them, we feel as if a part of our hearts has been taken .. much more than this: has been ripped off with brutality and cruelty .. and we ache .. we truly do .. and we feel the world has became shaken in all directions ..

I love my things.

I do not wish for them to get scattered anywhere.

I love things in nature.

I love everything that has a thing in it.

I even love the things that compose everything and anything.

Such a loaded life .. Filled with many many things!!

On/Off

They are often the same.
They come and go, pop in and out, stays and vanishes, without specific expressed explained reasons.
And we ought not to ask. For askance, sometimes, is considered a direct interference. For questioning is often deemed as a prohibited detested action that is usually performed by the FBI.

They come and go.
They expect us to remember.
They await our love, appreciation, and understanding.
But, truly speaking, or rather writing, they never do know what happens when they are Off Line!!

Me & Them

KSA ..
In its hottest weather ever ..
And me walking under the sun and the humidity ..

I looked around to discover that I am the only Arabian guy walking .. the rest are in their air-conditioned cars and jeeps. I took a surfing look, I found company with some Indians and Pakistanis men, cleaning the roads, building some new constructions, or just passing by. Me and the working people, the Asian workers and laborers were only on the streets. I felt an awkward sensation when I realized that. Because even this Asian fellow is definitely wondering about that young punk who thinks himself on Tahiti beaches, wearing his mini pants and tight t-shirt!!

It was a strange moment!