Tag Archives: melancholy

It’s Christmas Today -a poem from 2012

Dear readers, I would like to wish you all a very merry Christmas and a happy and hopeful new year. I would like to take this opportunity to share a poem I wrote and share every single year on Christmas, just because it means a lot to me. I wrote it in times of agony […]

Goodbye January

Originally posted on Strawberry Fields:
January, the coldest of months, where is your fresh beginning? Where are the dreams and hopes you have promised? January, the month of mystery, the month of melancholy, where nothing is lucid and pure. January, Where is your faith in us and humanity? Where is your cordiality? I sense nothing but…

It’s Christmas today – a poem

I wrote this poem two years ago on Christmas day (on my previous blog). I was going through tough times back then and I was feeling different than today/this year. I sent this poem to some of my friends and they thought it is sad and they didn’t like it. Of course they didn’t. One […]

السّعادة والتّعاسة

و إسا بدي بلش صفحة جديدة عن حياه جديدة، اللي ما فيها ماضي بعيد وكئيب. عشت كآبة الدنيا. مش كلها، نصها، بس كانت كآبة كاملة. كنت عم ابحث عن الكمال وأخذت الكآبة بكاملها. امرات بتسائل، شو انا سويت؟ كيف وصلت لهيك موقف؟ كيف صرت وحدة منهن، من الناس اللي ما لاقت موضوع تكتب عنّة غير […]

I regret

Think only of the past as its memory gives you pleasure, she said. But I cannot always maintain this notion. My thoughts drift back to those dreadful memories of my ignorance. And I regret. Indeed I regret. Not being able to be rational and firm. To make a decision – to claim my happiness as […]

Here and There

Here, I stand alone among my shadows. These shadows no longer murmuring, The words they held years ago. I hear the echoes of destiny, Whispering, all tones of wilderness. And I, by myself, walk to the edge of the seven boundaries of the earth, climb the thirteen mountains of wisdom, and finally, fight the army […]

Into the Essence of Cold

Wonder and wonder, where all lies and goes, between the roofs and the higher trees, all of which melancholic. Grieving with love, cleansing, what goes beyond this God forsaken place, wretched with hope. The desires of the green land are desperate to evolve, to become pure and crystal. All lost in the sea of faith […]

Goodbye January

January, the coldest of months, where is your fresh beginning? Where are the dreams and hopes you have promised? January, the month of mystery, the month of melancholy, where nothing is lucid and pure. January, Where is your faith in us and humanity? Where is your cordiality? I sense nothing but vain and agony. Frigid January, […]