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A Frozen Wish

Published August 31, 2012 by arabian roses

Embrace the  troubled waves

To comfort her worries

When her ungrateful ships forsook her

To conquer new home.

Soften  her pain when broken against rough rocks

Like a frozen wish broken along the lips of

An old woman

In  her lonely birthday.

Thank  the sea

Just as

  The  parched desert thanks the rain

For cooling   the flaming sun’s whispers

against your  soft skin.

Learn fidelity from the wave that  has never abandoned  her shores.

Bathe your soul in the salty ocean

To know how tears shed by a broken heart taste,

To never hurt a bewitched spirit by love.

Written by arabian roses

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Was it worth it?

Published August 26, 2012 by arabian roses
 
Was it worth it to let a  friend in need down ?   If you do, who’s then  going to carry your coffin? Only a friend’s shoulder can bear the weight of your cold bones.Was it worth it to scream at your old mother ? If you do, how  then are you going to pay her lost whispers  to sooth  your  young frail soul  back? Only your tender voice can empower her weakness.

Was it worth it to unveil a woman or a man’s sins ?  If you do, how then do you expect the Almighty to cover yours? Only your prayers for them can dim the darkness of sin in you.

Was it worth it to argue with your neighbor on worldly possessions? If you do then who’s going to dig your grave? Only a neighbor and a father and a son weep when entrusting the earth with you .

Was it worth it to take life from people ? If you do ,then who’s going to share with you winter ? Only human beings love dancing under  the rain.

Was it worth it to fight for worldly possessions that we will leave behind us when we die and take none ?  Was it worth it to spend all our lifetime drowned  in hatred because of tiny differences that  Allah has created to keep monotony and brooding clouds away from our life and grow seeds of compassion in our souls?

Written by arabian roses

When the wind blows out my candle

Published August 25, 2012 by arabian roses

May that light in those eyes that

Have always watched over me

As a child

 With love , fear and grace ,

Keep  glowing like shimmering stars.

May that smile on your angelic face that

has nurtured hope in me ,

Blooms like  a  dainty rose.

I  pray hard  mother

that your days will be studded

with Jasmine,

 White  and dulcet ever after,

And  that sorrow never finds

  A way to your  heart .

Your blessing prayers are enlightening my path

  when the wind blows out my candle

Heaven is under mothers’ feet,

Allah has promised,

And I vow  like a knight

to be a decent man

to be together again

In paradise .

Written by arabian roses

When the wind blows out my candle (dedicated to Qusai Hanandeh’s mother)

The Sole Moon

Published August 24, 2012 by arabian roses
 
When your night is starless,don’t blame the lonely  moon. Laugh ,because laughter is contagious, and you will see glowing souls  adorning  the bare sky.
When your flowers fade away,don’t blame the rain. Cry ,and they will wake up, flowers love playing tricks to see how much you love them.When your heart is broken , don’t blame love.  Gather the pieces and gift them to hope. He will find the right person to seal them.

When you fall down,don’t blame life.From ingratitude of others we learn to be grateful.We appreciate our blessings only when losing them.

When your shoes were torn, don’t blame the rocky road.Walk barefoot and feel  its soft soul.That was nature’s plot to notice her and to be nice to her.

When a friend betrays you,don’t blame honesty. It’s Lord ‘s way to jog your memory.Look back  at your life mirror,you might have betrayed  a friend unknowingly once  and he or she is waiting for your hearty apology.

Writtrn by arabian roses

My home is a book

Published August 18, 2012 by arabian roses

I wish my home was a book

I would  live in a fairy tale

And live happily ever after.

I would call children’s stories

my grandson and  my grand-daughter .

I would steal  a magic wand

To rekindle old women’s  smiles,

be a knight

reign a land

wherein bread is for all

and water is dulcet

and untarnished  like a maiden’s soul.

Written by arabian roses

Farewell my love,the earth said

Published August 17, 2012 by arabian roses

I saw from afar the shy sun untangling her  golden locks,

And the dainty moon  trying on  his silver cloak,

The  stars  too are  busy polishing their foreheads.

I also heard  my arabian roses reproaching the wind

For  messing up their beautiful petals

And the nightingale is hushing them for

The earth is embracing her love Ramadan.

It’s time to leave but she can’t let him go.

Eid is coming tomorrow,

The sun and the moon tell her,

You have to  wipe your tears

 And welcome him with a big  smile,

for children doesn’t love sorrow.

But after 30 day-stay

It is  hard to say goodbye

With a deep sigh  the stars say .

Written by arabian roses

The lonely guitar dedicated to June Pauline Zent

Published August 16, 2012 by arabian roses

His forgotten heart

Feels lonely.

  So does his old guitar.

His rough hands molded

By faceless  time,

Yearn for

A  tender touch

To rejuvenate

His  antiquated melodies.

So does his lonesome guitar.

The veins of life in the old man

Are parching

Rust  has made of

the strings of  the guitar

His eternal home.

From afar the Northern star

Listens to sad love songs

played by an old woman on a broken guitar .

Written by arabian roses

A sepia tone pencil drawing by June Pauline Zent 18×24  I took it from ″ http://zentcreativeblog.com/

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