If the choice was mine and I could choose....
What will happen tomorrow or the day after....
In life, every hope and interest I will loose....
For no future thereafter, will bring tears or laughter....

If only I could be happy, everytime and forever....
Realizing every wish, today and everyday....
Making me perfect and a reigning clever....
Many, I'll certainly loose, the challenge anyway....
The joy of dreaming, achieving and becoming better....





After failing in analysis,
I asked you O God about Beauty and its meaning....

Is it a Soul, a Body, or a Magic Spell
that escaped my understanding ?...

You answered:

All I did, I Loved, I dreamed, and finally I created
and there was beauty.....But the details vanished.....

Beauty...is lightning, if you see it or it strikes you,
praise the creator and remember me.....

And remember, beauty is a song
that no matter how the public likes it,
the singer LOVES it....

Your adored creature is the Ultimate Beauty,
O soul in her beauty get crazy.....

And remember, your DESIRES
are like the beautiful flying flamingos....

They attract you for seconds to disappear
and with them disappears your beloved,
leaving nothing but the singing shadow
of your cherished bird....

Love, Beauty and Truth, are only ONCE,
if you loose them, you will ever
regret and wish..........





Time, O Time

Time, O Time, Damned You, O Time,....
My Life, and no matter how shorter it gets,
I will live it, even for two hours...
My Woman, My Children, My Beloved ones First,
and if I still have time
I might think of you, O Time...,
If I still have time, I will hit you with a wine cup...
And will Drawn you in the eyes of a Brunette....
And will wipe you with her skin...
And will make her surround you with a hug...
After that, you will understand me, O Time...,
My passion for life is not the quantity of years...
But the seconds of Crying and Aching....
And the moments of Love and Tenderness...
So, O Time, leave us...
As you won't get from us...
But Grey Hair...





I cherish the Land you walk on,
I treasure the Air you breath,

I worship your creator for the jewel he has done,
And his continuous refinement that never seize,

I adore the objects you touch,
And the fine touch you have,

I am attached to those moments we share,
Which erase my sorrows like they never were,

Those hours which bring me happiness,
And chase away my tension and dispair,

Did I say, "I love you" ?





During the Night

I heard a whistling during the night
A whisper? or the wind during my flight?

I felt a feather laying between my arms
Though I was flying high, not by the farms.

While the wind was blowing strong, ferocious and so Cold
A lovely warmth crawled into my heart, I couldn't hold !

I guess I know why, and usually my heartly guesses are right
A gentle thought, was sent to me
accross the Oceans during the night.





A Simple Touch

You''ve brought sleep back to my eyes....
Crazy! Who believes that fairies are lies....

You move me, lift me, turn me & change my place.....
With a touch of Love as if I was weighless in space..

Conquerring my highest peaks takes much....
Invading my stars is impossible as such.........

You''ve taken over with a simple touch.........





I will not stop loving you, said my Fairy,
Though the birds will not sing anymore,
but will keep flying in the prairie,
Their real friend remaining the wind...
that set them Free one day,
That loves them always,
and chases their nightmares away.

He loves me, he loves me not, the little girl teared her flower,
Losing her hope, her tears, her beliefs and all her power,

He came screaming, I love you, I love you, I love you a lot,
But just think of me for now as the Best Friend you've got...





Dear…,

I have come tonight, Hurriedly, Just to say...
Oh! Dear, How I miss you! And More Everyday...

And appreciate...

Your true worries of Tomorrow,
are not badly affecting Today...
For Today, is what we own,
while Tomorrow is on the way...
Full of Hopes, crossed fingers,
and many wishes, OH! God! if I may...
I really wish you the "Best",
being our place, to grow and stay...
Otherwise, Whichever "Best",
for you may come, I sincerely pray...





A Road Runner since a while I became...
With Barely the time to feed a flame...
One Here, one there, a wild feeling to tame...
With no shape, no color, yet the sweetest with a name...
LOVE.....





Poems are attempts to put feelings in writing,
a task that can never achieve total fidelity.
If you need to discuss, comment or explore further,
you are more than welcome.
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Farid.





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