Pages From My Diary

 Hello, I'm back, expecting an essay or story, well, you'll have to wait for another post but believe me, I will strictly refrain from posting any more poetry until I haven't published one or two essays or stories, even if they're bouncing in my diary to be published. Well, to be honest, I have a couple of essays and stories in my diary, but I'm too lazy to publish them, I know you might be wondering why am I too fast regarding poetry then, that's because poetry takes less time to jump in my mind, scribble on the paper, and type on the blog (I'm too lazy in typing :\ ). So excuse me for now, and feel free to skip through it if you're tired of my poetry. A little bit of background for this poem is that, unlike the previous one, it didn't take any time to write, I did focus on balancing words and rhymes in it. and a quite interesting part is that I wrote it while sitting outdoors in a park, the sun was setting and washed over a sudden wave of nostalgia...

Hello, another day another poem, I am, by the way, posting quite   a lot of poetry on my blog, but don’t worry, I have some essays and stories in store that will be posted soon Inshaallah. This poem turned out quite difficult to write, and it also took up more time than I had expected, I had aimed to write a classical "Poetry" piece with all the balance in words, rhymes, etc, and I did achieve it (to some extent at least). You never know when the calamity is about to strike When the darkness is about to fall  when you will be gripped in the hands of fright There will be people of all kinds Some watery eyes, some all smiles Some under the blessed shade,  Some left out to rot and fade You never know what the next hour will bring The luxuries of this world, or a grave calling for a dig On the roller coaster of this life Just mute out all the noise Wait for some time Reconnect with him, the most merciful, the most wise Then start all over again For You never know what the nex...

  Hello readers, I'm back after a short break. I think this time is enough for a break, not too long, nor too short So today's poem is on the topic of the ongoing Palestine issue, maybe I'm quite late in this regard, and I should've done this pretty sooner, well, I had intended to do so, but ideas won't come to me and yet, when they had finally sprung up, I picked up my pen and started filling pages of my diary. Shall I tell you a story? A story of excitement and happiness A story of love and hugs A story of peace and prosperity A story of the clear blue skies, and the lush green land of figs, olives, and prophets A story of the names embroidered on my family tree A story of my old home A home long lost Shall I tell you a story? A story of tears and sadness A story of harshness and bitterness A story of shoves and hatred A story of loss and despair A story of patience and resistance A story of the dark, grey skies And the grey, barren land of the dead A story of nam...

This is honestly the last poem on my blog (for today at least), this one, I wrote 'with someone' as a memory, it's not much focused on the balance and words, rather it's quite silly and childish, also very short, you may not enjoy it much, but well, it means 'something' to me. The sky is so high It makes me wanna fly I wanna touch it's end But I know it's very high I do want to discover What makes it change its color

So here's a poem, I call it the masterpiece of my diary, a little sentimental because I actually wrote it for 'someone', 'someone' very special to me :) The bright, smiling face The big, shining eyes That lit up my mode And haul me out of loneliness The letter in scribbly handwriting Wrote by the warm hands With a quilt and an ink The scent of lavender and the sight of duck's feathers Will always remind me of you And those happy moments spent with you

Hello, I'm back with my poems again after a three-day gap. As I couldn't accomplish my goal that day, (maybe that's my problem) I had to turn up here again to publish the leftover stock, but trust me, it's gonna be over today. This poem has a pretty long story, but I'll try to keep it short. I had been scribbling in my diary for long enough, and my diary had been in a pretty rough condition. I felt sorry for it and decided to write something for the thing that had been providing me inspiration and space to dump my writings in, initially, I had started by writing some traditional, letter-to-my-dear-diary stuff, but halfway through it, I changed my mind, and decided to turn it into something creative and more inspirational, 'a poem', that was the idea that came to my mind (I don't know why, but since I had attended the writing workshop, I have been writing poetry, poetry, and only poetry) so moving on, instead of writing that dear-diary stuff, I wrote this...

Okay, so another post.  The bad news: is it's a poem, the good news: is it's on a different topic:  Hope, a word that germinated when life began Hope, a word that gives new dimensions Hope, a feeling that enables a person to fly Hope, a nutrient essential for human growth Hope, a necessity for a person to bloom Hope, a drought of water in the desert of life Hope, a star in the dark. rainy night Hope, a sight of color in the black-and-white world Hope, a bloom of flowers on a hard concrete floor