They come stampeding
On the white page
Seeking silage–
An extra mileage
To subsist

In their quest
They persist, penetratingly,
To reach you

They form a prude
Who insists
On taking you away
Atop the wings of a cliché
Of sonnets
In soothing, but racing moments

Yet, it’s only a front
The truth is blunt–
They need your
Apathy and

They’re immaturely
They demand
With a wag of a hand
To allure You
Until you say
The final word
On which they may

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Geisha girl

Belly Dancer


Thi girl

Night Vision


Tick your Souls with the Right Rhythm

Music; the food for the soul. I believe as much as it is important for us to choose our friends, it is as equally important to choose the music we listen to regularly. It does affect us and affect the way we lead our lives. For example; if we listen to sad music all the time, we tent to feel sad or self pity. On the other hand; if we listen to jolly and revitalizing music; we tend to look towards life with optimism.
I have been labeled between family and friends to be Mrs. Chills, meaning; I always listen to chill out and those are the only CD’s I take pain to dig out in different stores. I do not care what language they come in, the rhythm that ticks is what grabs my ears at first. But I listen to them with my soul not my ears. I can sit for hours in a room lit by candles and listen to my type of music without feeling bored. Tell me what type of music do you listen to and I can tell you what type of a person you are. No, I was just kidding, I don’t claim to have such ability. But any way I would like to know what type of music do you listen to on a regular bases.

Can we Change our Future?

Sometimes you wake up in the morning and think that everything is going to be OK. I could not sleep last night, I was too worried. There was this thing that kept my eyes wide awake although my body was exhausted. I tried to meditate, to read books, watch TV, and check other blogs thinking may be all that would take my mind away from the subject that was dominating it. But to no avail; I was too damn worried. There were two things that were on my mind and both concerned two dear ones. I remember last time I checked the time it was 6 AM, and then I drifted to sleep to wake up at 7:30 AM fresh and relaxed, a wave of settlement and serenity took over every cell in my mind. It is strange, but I felt that nothing is going to ruin my day and all will be just fine. I smiled to every known and unknown person that I met. And what do you know? It turned out to be just fine, may be even better than what I expected.
This got me thinking. Do we have this sixth sense that tells us about the future? Or is it our reactions or should I say “actions” that interferes with our future? What happened in this one hour and a half that changed my thoughts towards the same thing? And I wonder if by the process of our thinking we can actually redesign things or happenings in our future. And if this can be done, can we redesign our destiny? And here I do not mean the things that are within our control, I mean the things that we have no control over what so ever.

Borj min 3agli 6ar

Yesterday, I read this article in AlGabaswhile on the plane. And it astounded me how much people can use religion to justify their wrong doings (of course; this is my perception of wrong and right). It also reminded me of my last post on how “Bad” and “Good” are relative when it comes to people’s domain of thinking and ideologies. And just in case you missed it, please tell me; does this make any sense to you?

Time for contemplation

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Good and bad to me are relative. Like when one thing is considered bad in a specific situation, it could be good in another. Like lying for instance or even stealing; they strike us as bad yet we practice them when we feel that it’s best for a specific situation. So is good a propensity in humans? Or do we need set rules to direct us? In other wards; can a human being naturally differentiate between good and evil / situation? Or does he need rules and regulations to strictly follow regardless of the situation?

The Story of My Life

It was a brilliant July day
When love found us
Vulnerable buds–
The two of us.

No one but us
Knew passion.
No one lusted–
Our fashion

Making love was
A game to play
I have wasted my life

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