somewhere else

we are down on our knees
it’s too late
we have already fallen.
love does not beat the odds
always
it may do
at occasions
when extreme passion takes over and the thin line between “al3aql w al la 3aql” mesh and become invisible
i tried
i failed
you tried
you failed
there is no point in re re re re emphasiing that the past was great
that the happy moments are repeatable
that we can be what we were
if
i
change
and i say that we can feel like we did
if you change
and
niether of us has to
or wants to
and then i sit up, lean over and stare into the distance
and i see us heading somewhere else…

chaos=peace

Though I never knew what love was
I spoke of it
Your eyes were never blue…but they might have as well been since I got attached to them so…
It is hot
and humid
Despite the chaos in me and around me I look for peace
Somedays
I feel it so near
Somedays..Chaos is me
Months come
and nights leave
once i said
to you
….that
2ad el7eroof f 2asaaami el3ashe2een ba7ebak
and i did
then
that once
and on other ocassions
but now
my soul has chosen to cry
and weep
in sorrow
of breaking free
and aiming higher
I will right to you here
where you can’t find me
so that
you
somehow can dettach
and where I can rebound
with words

The Difference

I realised…
as the sun set over the blue sea…
sitting on a table
as the humid heat of 6pm drifts away but somehow stays
that I dont really know the difference
between
love
and
sorrow…