Comfort
Posted by Absar | Filed under Life And Love, Poetry
For a childs whim,
You mistake my words.
For a youths fire, my intent!
You stand ‘neath a silver cloud,
Of a singular fear and doubt!
A different hill would bring to you,
What my words never could:
For your comfort,
I’d lay my life to rest;
And with not a whisper of regret,
Shall the wind be burdened!
Behind It All
Posted by Absar | Filed under Society
Behind the million-watt decorations, the multi-billion dollar road networks; behind the giant glass houses and tons of metal horses; behind the glitter of dozens of ‘worlds firsts’ and ‘worlds largests’ - behind it all, this place is still a desert at heart.
And on a totally unrelated note, saw this beautiful mosque in Sharjah the other day.
Lonely
Posted by Absar | Filed under Life And Love
The thing about feeling lonely is that if you tell someone about it, they’re gonna want to talk about it. Then why would you possibly feel lonely if you could talk to someone about it in the first place?
So - better not to say “I’m lonely” to anyone. Ever.
Tags: life
Elevators
Posted by Absar | Filed under Life And Love
There is something about double doored elevators that makes me uncomfortable. I get the feeling that on some floor, the wrong set of doors will open up and I’ll have to walk through them out of courtesy, and fall a couple meters down and break something. Something important like a neck or back.
Tags: life
Memory
Posted by Absar | Filed under Life And Love
Finchè vivrò
Ricordarti così
Sarà una colpa eterna su di me
As long as I live,
Remembering you like this,
Will be an eternal blame on me!
@Asma: Nah,...