I search for you
But you are not there
The hand to ease my sight
From the redness, the glare
I looked for you
For it is you, I seek
The dying soul
Of a man in pain
I wish you just let me catch your sight
I wish you could just open up my eyes
I wish that you would just fill up my life
I am the soul
Of an old man
Of choice do I commit myself
Or options, as if to sand
The sun shines on me
Laughing at my state
I turn to thee
I say within
That I would rather live but die if you are by my side
That I would give the world to should I be the thief that stole your heart
That I would be the long lost soul that you would set upon your deep black eyes
Hear me, for the pain I feel has made me numb
Hear me, for the cold I am frozen by has chilled me to my bones
Hear me, and be my sun
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Hear Me
Posted by Sleepless In Muscat at 02:02
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6 comments:
Sleepless, that was so sad and full of emotions. I loved your wordings,,, Mashallah keep it up and write in Oman magazines la??…
Elagante:
Thank you for your nice words.
But Omani magazines don't appreciate talent and they seem to hinder the creative process, unfortunately.
Out of curiousity, if you were invited to a public arena to read some of your poetry, would you accept? Also, do you write short stories or only poetry?
OmanforLife:
Yes, I would accept such an invitation. Are you proposing? :P
And I writer short poetic stories along with poetry. But that hasn't happened with me for quite a long time because I am not in the set mood, if you know what I mean.
Actually, I probably will once I get the place up and running. I've got a deadline for the fall in my sights, and have had your reading of your poetry on my list of "must haves" for this place.
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so you're opening up a book store or something like that? Hmm..
well, maybe you should also invite Nasra Al Adawi too.
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