To Anonymous



Sometime back I had a mail from a friend that contained a poem from an anonymous. This poem had moved me so much and I would like to share it:

Empty Glass

So many nights I spent alone,

Surrounded by the crowd.

My silent memories haunting

With the music playing loud.

Holding on to broken dreams,

Drinking with my friends.

Forgetting every song they played,

They never seemed to end.

People dancing all around,

While I sat on my stool.

Making toasts that no one heard

And feeling like a fool.

Take a drink to loneliness,

Have a drink on me.

Gaze into the empty glass,

Tell me what you see.

Reflections of a broken heart,

Beating out of tune.

Fill it up again my friend,

I must be leaving soon.

Closing time is drawing near,

So pour another round.

Almost crying time again

Unless the memories drown.

One last drink to emptiness,

I feel it closing in.

The glowing warmth of nothingness

Has saved me once again.

I’ve looked at life in may ways,

But lived it all in dreams.

Escaping from a senseless fear

Of life’s realities.

Now I find myself alone,

Imprisoned by the past.

Viewing life through silent tears

And another empty glass.

Share just one more drink with me,

And I’ll be going home.

I love to have a drink with friends,

But I have to cry alone

Now this is the message” my poem” I wish I could pass to anonymous:

When I’m alone and jaded

When no where I call home

I crumble in a solemn shell

And silence recites your poem

Copyright :Ruby, 2004

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18 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. mishu1984
    Oct 11, 2004 @ 18:11:00

    it rings all so true..

    empty bottles and shattered dreams….i will post it sometime soon on my blog

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  2. AyyA
    Oct 11, 2004 @ 22:35:00

    Yes Mish, it wrenches the heart doesn’t it; I just wish I knew who wrote it. So when r u coming to q8

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  3. mishu1984
    Oct 11, 2004 @ 22:44:00

    well Rabab, i was booked for today, but im not done with my task at hand, and i dont like to leave things half done, not to mention i will get my arse kicked if i do. i will post on my blog when i know for sure.

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  4. Drunk'n'Gorgeous
    Oct 12, 2004 @ 04:44:00

    It’s beautiful (mashalla mashalla) but I wonder, why is it always the “heart-wrenching” poems that we are drawn to and appreciate more than the “happy” ones?

    Rabab you can convey your emotions in just four lines (mashalla mashalla) whereas with others (me haha) it takes us paragraphs and paragraphs of B.S. to just convey one emotion. I’m trying to compliment you but I can’t find the right words haha so I suck 😛

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  5. AyyA
    Oct 12, 2004 @ 11:07:00

    Hey D&G
    Wa7i elshe3er mostly yanzil in sad times. That’s why you see most love poems are heart wrenching ones. But I promise you dear I will write soon a comedy typa poem ‘bout my blogger friends. Only need time to know some of’m a bit more, I kinda have the idea in my mind.. bas.. ga3da ten6ebikh.
    And I’m waiting for some of your trials in poetry, I’m sure you can do it, if you put your heart to it. I have this sight that I have correspondence with poets around the world, in this sight I positively criticized other’s poetry, and they criticize mine. This way we can all go back and fix our work. As step one I could be your critic until you have enough confidence to go public.. but believe me, once you start you can never stop. Go for it girl.

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  6. Purgatory
    Oct 12, 2004 @ 14:03:00

    The dove, white and pure, flying in the air
    spreading its wings, across the horizon
    landing on a balcony, gazing, wondering
    who might she be, why is she so alone, why?

    The dove, white and pure, enters the room
    three steps on the floor, across the hall
    stares at the lady from below, wondering, poundering
    who might she be, why is she so alone, why?

    The dove, white and pure, jumps above
    sitting on her shoulder, across her face
    pinches the lady from aside, wondering, poundering
    who might she be, why is she so alone, why?

    The dove, white and pure, opens its wings
    cloaks her face, across her eyes
    Light, light, light, light, light
    No more wondering, no more loneliness, no more, no more…. no more.

    Purgatory72 aka space poet

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  7. mosan mosan
    Oct 12, 2004 @ 18:38:00

    It’s quarter to three,
    There’s no one in the place ‘cept you and me
    So set ’em’ up joe
    I got a little story i think you oughtta know

    We’re drinking my friend
    To the end of a brief episode
    So make it one for my baby
    And one more for the road

    I know the routine
    Put another nickel in that there machine
    I’m feeling so bad
    Won’t you make the music easy and sad

    I could tell you a lot
    But you gotta to be true to your code
    So make it one for my baby

    And one more for the road

    You’d never know it
    But buddy i’m a kind of poet
    And i’ve got a lot of things i wanna say
    And if i’m gloomy, please listen to me
    Till it’s all, all talked away

    Well, that’s how it goes
    And joe i know you’re gettin’ anxious to close
    So thanks for the cheer
    I hope you didn’t mind
    My bending your ear

    But this torch that i found
    It’s gotta be drowned
    Or it soon might explode
    So make it one for my baby
    And one more for the road

    RIP Frankie ole blue eyes

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  8. AyyA
    Oct 12, 2004 @ 20:26:00

    P72
    Very impressive indeed, but the story did not end there ;D

    The lady being nice and polite
    Places the dove on her arm
    So she could see him in the light
    And he could feel her truthful charm

    She tells him” loneliness is a choice
    That she whole heartedly made,
    Was not imposed on her by force
    More like a bargain to which she paid”

    Freedom was the goal of goals;
    To live her life the way she sought
    An empty balcony and more empty halls
    Is the heaven that she bought

    Mosan baby shinho hatha, didn’t know you had it in you

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  9. mishu1984
    Oct 12, 2004 @ 21:56:00

    everyone: very very nice! we should get together sometime and have a few cups of wine and poems.. no starbucks!

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  10. AyyA
    Oct 12, 2004 @ 23:46:00

    Mesh
    Sure we’re just waiting 4 you. Too bad thatP72 is not here he’s going Friday to Netherlands.

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  11. mishu1984
    Oct 13, 2004 @ 00:22:00

    P27: RED LIGHT DISTRICT oo BES!! there is this little cafe that sells these weed cookies, brownies, tarts…you name it, if its a pastry it has weed in it!very memorable exprecience..
    be forewarned, in amsterdam saddomism and machocrap is really popular when i went. overly inviting girls are dangerous.
    also, take it easy on the absynthe. you might think you are hitting on Carmen electra, but in reality its some orca that belongs in a zoo ( i know how that sounded) but absynthe gives mad beer goggles. do bring a bottle back with you.
    play it safe and have fun in the real city of sin

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  12. Purgatory
    Oct 13, 2004 @ 13:13:00

    mishu1984 I have been living there for five years, so I know the country 🙂 do not worry, I stay away from Amsterdam and sit in my quiet home with my buddy 🙂

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  13. AyyA
    Oct 13, 2004 @ 14:14:00

    who’s ur buddy 😉

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  14. Purgatory
    Oct 13, 2004 @ 14:35:00

    Rabab,

    I thought you are somewhere else 🙂 buddy is my friend 🙂

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  15. mishu1984
    Oct 13, 2004 @ 21:00:00

    Purg: i feel so stupid all of a sudden.. kind of like telling Michellangelo how to paint the Sistene Chapel…

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  16. Purgatory
    Oct 13, 2004 @ 22:56:00

    mishu, no problem, its fine 🙂

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  17. Drunk'n'Gorgeous
    Oct 14, 2004 @ 01:59:00

    Dearest Rabab,
    Thanks for your confidence in me but I really really suck. If I wrote a poem, I KNOW I could make EVERYONE cry but not because of it being a sad poem, but because it’s a BAD poem, really really bad. I appreciate your offer, which is truly kind of you bas ya3ny I really really suck. I’m what they call a “hopeless case” 😛

    As for your comedy poem, I’m really really looking forward to that. Hope ill6ab’7a tin6ibi’7 soon bas of course you can’t rush a good chef 😛

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  18. AyyA
    Oct 16, 2004 @ 18:59:00

    Thanx D&G, but I still think you have it in you.

    Reply

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