Goodbyes

As I stand at the ruins of what we called a thing
I look back and I can't help but
compare you to you
How you make me feel now
and how you made me feel then
when our relationship moved from I can't get enough of you
to weeks passing by without a call
I know the flame is dead
and there's no use questioning
who poured ice water over it

The last time I called you
we talked casually like we usually do
but I was saying goodbye
I knew it was the last time we talk
no one said it but it was so loud
I hid the bit of sorrow the bit of longing
that was seeping through my eyes and my mouth
that was my way of saying goodbye
you had something to do as you always say
you said you'll call me later
When you did not mean it
I said goodbye
and I meant a real goodbye

I'm calmer now
happier and much lighter
I'm not sure if I ever was happy
and I mean real happy with you
I've thought about it for long
when the answer was in front of my eyes

Sunset III

your eyes were fixed on the screen

scrawling through the varied scenes

you missed looking at the sunset

the most beautiful sunset

your heart ached

that was your daily nature escape

you had a deal with the sun and the clouds

to the sea, moon and the stars

never to look away when they appear

never to miss their beauty for ordinary news and scenes

to forever be in awe

when they appear and disappear

and in exchange,you'll be the truest you

your vision clear and your logic sound

but today you broke your oath 

and missed your luck

and looked away from the most beautiful dusk

for it would have inspired a thousand words

and helped you paint with the clearest of thoughts

instead you chose

the hustle and the bustle

the noise of the social world 

and you missed the sunset

the most beautiful sunset

Sunset II

Sunset II

Why is this sunset

Beautiful, majestic and divine

yet it pains me

why as the sun sinks deeper

my heart insists to follow

why am I holding to the red of dusk

as if it's the last time it appears in the sky

Asfour: A bird's social and emotional thoughts.

They are reflections of situations whether real or imaginary. They are soft and sensitive observers. They are childish in many occasions, but most importantly, they are true.

Dare to Dream!

You know that sketch idea that you start but never finish because you're afraid you'd screw it up. Sometimes a year later you start sketching that same idea and you actually finish it! End of the story.

دوامة

Cups

I tried to fill your cup
with happiness and love
I sent good vibes your way
I sat on my knees and prayed
for you to be joyous again
I fell asleep believing that my prayers will be answered

I woke up the next hour
with a pain in my chest and no happiness
I've sent you all I've got
every last bit
your sorrow became mine
and my joy was stranded somewhere between you and me
you did not accept it
you did not return it
you kept it around just incase
you took it for granted

I learned that your cup is yours and I can't fill it
and my cup is broken and only I can fix it

Rubber

We never faded
my dear
we are bright as stars
like rubber
the further we stay apart
the stronger we bounce

Hoping for More

when we first met

we were distant

but became friends over time

I was hoping for more

We grew closer as the days went by

I adored you when you're nice and sweet 

and I would ignore you when you're mean to me

you gave me looks 

of I'm hoping for more

but I'd be so mad

to even look back

Last time we met

in a crowded place

in a haze we talked

I looked into your eyes 

and saw nothing there 

you probably looked at mine

and met my empty stare

we talked a bit

laughed a bit

then parted ways

and neither of us hoped for more

Sunset

There's a gorgeous sunset
behind that tall tall building
It's there I'm sure
I see glimpses of red
here and there
the gradient of blue and purple
makes my heart dance

I'll chase it
I have to
Head west I say
There's a sunset behind that tall tall building
I bet it looks amazing from there
head west let's see
behind this tower of concrete
blue red and purple
Colors I dream of
Everyday