الجرح جرحى و المأساة مأساتى

يقولون ينقصنى الرضا

و أنى أبكى كثير على ما مضى

و لكن هذا أنا و هذه حياتى

و الجرح جرحى و المأساة مأساتى

الناس تفرح و تحزن و تحتفل

و غيوم الكئابة على حياتى تنسدل

لا أرى فرح و لا أتذكره فى ذكرياتى

و الجرح جرحى و المأساة مأساتى

أتظننى أهوى أن أحيى فى حزنى

أقسم أنى أسعد بأقل ما يمنحه قدرى

و أضحك خادعة نفسى و لا أقوى النظر فى مرأتى

فالجرح جرحى و المأساة مأساتى

ولا تتحدث كأنك تعرفنى

لا تنتقدنى و لا تنصحنى

و لا تقلل من شأن أهاتى

فالجرح جرحى و المأساة مأساتى

أسد جريح

أسد جريح ... ينازع و قد فقد كل شئ يملكه

لم يعد عنده سوى ألامه و جرحا عميق يلعقه

قابع فى الظلال فى أحد أركان الغابة

تلك التى كانت يتبختر فى أدغالها التى تهابه

الان جالس و قد أكل الغضب بداخلك ما كنت

جالس تفكر "يا ليتنى قبل أن أهزم و أذل مت

مللت أن تحاول النهوض و البدء من جديد

تخشى أن تفعل ما كنت تحب و تجيد

أتسائل هل تخشى الفشل أم تخشى الامل أكثر؟

هل تخشى ذكرى عرشك الذى ضاع و تبخر

يغزوك الشك ... هل كنت أسدا مجنح أم أنك تخيلت

هل طرت يوما حقا...أم أنك كنت تحاول و سقطت

جالس تراقب الجوارح التى تنتظر سقطتك الاخيرة

حتى تلتهمك و هى تفكر بالقلب تبدء أم بالجناحين فى حيرة

أهذه نهاية تليق بمن رأى يوما بهاء النصر

أن يأكل نصف حى بلا عزة و لا كرامة أو حتى قبر

أنه لاكرم أن تلقى بنفسك من أعلى منحدر الحياة و تهاجم

على أن تستسلم لينهشك يأسك و تنتهى مكسور نادم

more than a friend

i have been asking myself

if u weren't there,

how was gonna be my life

who would ever care,

u have been there for me

even if i'm foaraway,

and every thing not as it should be

u always save the day,

somtimes i'm so hard to understand

somtimes i lose it all,

but i know u are more than friend

that u won't let me fall,

i want to tell u that i'm sorry

for every thing i done,

and that what realy make me worry

to find that u have gone,

so i raise my hand and for god i pray

to be always together,

to lose u is more than i can ever pay

to lose things i'll never gather.

TO MONA

kung fu panda's most magnifisant phrase

yasterday is a history ... tommorow is a mistery ... but today is a gift.... that's why it's called present

قلم به حبر

ورقة بيضاء و قلم به حبر

يرافقانى كلما احتجت ان اقر

انى اخشى غدا و اشتاق لما مر

فعندما احزن ينطلق القلم دون امر

يخط كليمات تصف اوقات المر

و عندما افرح يتلجلج و يتعثر

كأنه طفل صغير يجهل كيف يعبر

فمن كثر ما حزن عز عليه ان يفسر

حين يأتيه الفرح بما يشعر

the girl in the merrior

everyday in the mornining i used to see a girl
she used to smile to me and i smile to her

i noticed in her eyes,sadness every time

but i never stop to ask,never had the time

i used to conveince my self that it's better to ignore

i gave my self right resoenes to do wrong things more & more

until i saw her crying,saw her tears one day

i thought i had to ask,there is no other way

i asked "what's wrong?"hoping she would say

"nothing" so i would go , but she had anther replay

she was so open to me,and she even share

a lot of her sad momments,i felt her dispare

i found my self want to tell her "stop"

but the look of her eyes blocked my mind up

i knew i couldn't help her & that fell me with horrior

i desided to avoid seeing her,so i avoid looking in any merrior

an ordinary story

I want to tell u an ordinary story

About a girl who was extraordinary
Her name was the merciful "Abeer"
And she had gone from almost a year

She was my sister and faithful friend

She knew no evil...had never pretend

She was the beauty of truth when it reveal

She was so great...too perfect to be real

It seemed back then as if i was her support

But actualy she was my life resort

I needed no one when she was beside

I didn't fear loneliness or being left behind

I promiss u my angel... my high bright moon

Until we reunion... part of me will always feel alone

Dedicated to "Abeer" in the memory of passing a year on her daparture

what is life?

life is who we met...life is what we did

the love that we own...and the love we missed

the dreams that died...and those that lived

life is a maze...that has no end

life is respecting border...and being free

it's what you are...and what u wanna be

facing the danger...and still keep safe and ok

life is the myth ... is the unsolved mistery