![]() REMEMBER THE HAPPY MOMENTS OF YOUR CHILDHOOD |
Friday, December 15, 2000
PERFECTION
Wednesday, November 15, 2000
DON'T ASK ME WHY

Don’t ask me why…
It is but a secret kept beneath the deepest of my life.
Don’t look through the heart of my sadness.
I may not be me but I am myself.
Don’t ask me why if I don’t speak much.
I didn’t even cry the day WE were born.
I have the same asking too. Let it be mine alone.
Don’t try to sprinkle my dew over the desert of my life.
My dew is but a mirage. It’s an illusion.
Don’t try to cheer me up with your smile. It only hurts.
A smile is my handcuff. My prison.
Don’t often remind me of my sadness.
It is what I have suckled from my mother’s breast during my infancy…
and will be inside my scabbard forever.
My friend, don’t ask me why.
By sadness, I saw the “life” .
She conceived me and I came out from her.
So, don’t wipe away my tears. It is by these tears that I
could only write my hopes and wishes.
Don’t come to me closer.
Don’t ask me why because you won’t understand.
The darkness, the sadness and I were born one.
Sure, the sun will rise after the hour of my death.
Don’t ask me why…
It is but a secret kept beneath the deepest of my life.
Don’t look through the heart of my sadness.
I may not be me but I am myself.
Don’t ask me why if I don’t speak much.
I didn’t even cry the day WE were born.
I have the same asking too. Let it be mine alone.
Don’t try to sprinkle my dew over the desert of my life.
My dew is but a mirage. It’s an illusion.
Don’t try to cheer me up with your smile. It only hurts.
A smile is my handcuff. My prison.
Don’t often remind me of my sadness.
It is what I have suckled from my mother’s breast during my infancy…
and will be inside my scabbard forever.
My friend, don’t ask me why.
By sadness, I saw the “life” .
She conceived me and I came out from her.
So, don’t wipe away my tears. It is by these tears that I
could only write my hopes and wishes.
Don’t come to me closer.
Don’t ask me why because you won’t understand.
The darkness, the sadness and I were born one.
Sure, the sun will rise after the hour of my death.
Don’t ask me why…
Sunday, August 06, 2000
AS SALAM ALAIKOM
THEN I FOUND THE WAY I YEARNED TO SEE BRIGHT AND PURE, IT GUIDED ME AND DROVE AWAY MY MISERY DOUBT HAD BEEN A WORD APART THE TRUTH SHOWED NO WAY TO DEPART UNVEILLED WERE PILLARS OUGHT TO GUARD I BOWED MY HEAD – IT WARMED MY HEART LIKE A NEWBORN CHILD, MYSELF HAD BEEN LIKE A TINY SEED IN THE DESERT’S REALM KINDLED WITH THE FIRE UNSEEN I SAW THE HEAVEN IN MY DREAM A PEACEFEL GREETING OPENED DOOR LIKE THE ANGEL’S BREATH, IT INVITED ALL DIRECTIONS SHOWED AND DUTIES TOLD EVERYTHING TURNED TO UNFOLD EAGER NOT TO FEED MY FLESH THE MORE MY SOUL SURPASSED THE TESTS REMINDED ME OF HAPPINESS THE TIME I REACH MY HOME AND REST |
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