a time to kill

scattered thoughts very very scattered thoughts
of those I've known and those I've sought
of all the times that I forgot

I've lied to you though many times I've said the truth
about the dreams and their hues
and about what makes us two

though we've agreed to build a flower from a seed
you cannot force souls into seeds
you cannot modify this breed

necessity the key is in the chemistry
when it is in absentee
the time is for a eulogy

a time to kill the time that kills
to revive initial wills
and rid it of its fatal ills

it's the touch that makes one feel at ease
the passion that makes one feel at home
without the air there'd be no breeze
to resuscitate the breathless
it's when a smile has a scent
when the light can be bent and still
the vision is neither obscured nor tainted
it's when dreams can differ
but the language is the same
when logic whithers and
the language spoken remains the same
it is when it becomes love itself
and when love itself is incarnated into
the living being that is you... And you
it's when you're as free as ever
free from burden, negativity, and self-restraint
when heavy weights are feather-light
when your wings are broken and you're still in flight

in retrospect
as I continue to self-reflect
it is not about the mere cause and effect
the standard ends not at respect

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Her Faces

One face, two face, three face, four
Multiples of a thousand and more

A face for classmates and colleagues
Another for friends at the parties

One for dinner and one for dessert
A third for me, and one for her

One she shows when she feels down
Two she shows when she wears the crown

In theatre there are two masks
One for tears and one for laughs

Faces she wears at masquerades
Are faces she designed and made

All she wears on a single day
When she sleeps, wakes, and when she prays

And though the faces always change
The memory of them will remain

She will also stay the same...

Monday, August 30, 2010

Musical Thoughts: Music or Lack Thereof

Remove the bass
Eliminate lead guitars
Filter backing vocals
Mute frequencies afar

Discard all percussion
Exclude the winds and strings
Wipe out the pianos
And the feelings they bring

When all sounds are annihilated
You cease to hear any music
... Only the lack thereof

Saturday, May 22, 2010


The sharp blade that divides in two
An hour glass leads me to you

Grains of sand move over sea
Withstand the force of gravity

When fall is changing into spring
It is where I end, and we begin.

Monday, April 26, 2010


Written by Yara Ghazi

In your words I long for silence,
A moment when you don't exist.
With those syllables that come between us,
Your hollow façade still seems to persist.

Those words which singularly gave me joy,
That joy they took back so easily,
Now serve to only anger and annoy,
Trickling off your tongue so sleazily.

Save your grace and speak no more,
For around me that would be your safest bet.
At the very least, your silence will just bore,
And at the most, it'll help me forget.

(Here is the other point of view)

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Musical Notes: Words

Words are made to share
They are made to express
Words come out in ways
That wipe out “ignorance is bliss”

Words speak louder than actions
When they only reveal the truth
A word can be split into fractions
Yet only unite the youth

Words define appearances
While ensuring their deepening
Words are the only melodies
That make me stand… and sing.

(Here is the other point of view, written by my friend, Yara Ghazi)

Lamma Bada Yatathanna لما بدا يتثنى - Full Version

Lamma Bada Yatathanna, full version as sung by Raghda Salama.

Raghda - Lamma Bada Yatathanna (Full Version) Take03 sound bite

Sunday, April 11, 2010