Places In Her Eyes, Osama Aldeyasty [feel good novels TXT] 📗

day by day.

I still recall when we sat to talk; he was trying to explain.

But his mask had fallen; I'm in terrible pain.

He was trying another mask; he was doing the usual task:

To make me think that I'm wrong again.

I never thought that he could be like this:

To have all the darkness in his chest,

Black hearted, yet how clever he is,

To hide the evil in his eye;

My dearest friend has turned out to be a lie.

I cried like a sinner on his first day in hell,

I felt so weak like a snail torn out of his shell.

I need a friend to hold my hand, to talk to me, to understand.

I need a shoulder to lay my head, I need a heart, I need a friend.

I need a friend and I need to know,

Am I dreaming or this could be true?

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In Memoriam

 

Close your eyes, my beloved, my dear,
Gates of heaven with angels are near.
Your shining eyes with tears are bare,
And their lashes are moving by the air.
Between their edges the color of a grave,
Lying in whiteness, I wish I could save.
Now your lips cannot be heard,
Saying hello to the morning bird.
They aren't now hiding the row,
Whereof wisdom used to flow.
Around their sides a track appears,
Showing the nails of so many years.
Saying slowly it is time to go;
Taste of death man must know.

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Graves of Grief

 

A fallen fool, alone and lost,
Lost in a web wrinkled in time.
Tears and grief were the host,
The place: "Happiness is a Crime."

A vast cemetery held the name:
Live corpses in broken shades,
Though so dull, it held a fame
Of walking shadows playing charades.

The fool was young but forlorn,
Used to believe in life's motion.
As he entered, they used a horn
To foretell their usual caution.

"You brave loser welcome home,
The horoscope foretold the story.
But if you enter a cloud of gloom,
Will surpass the hopes of glory."

"We foredoomed to mourn like you,
But you must try to understand
The sacred task: to find a clue,
It will change our cursed end."

 

He was told that he is a miracle,
Who will kill grief with glee.
He was thinking though so cynical,
How to be what he should be?

Between the tombs now he walks,
Seeks to find the sacred clue,
Finding lips with no more talks
Whereupon smiles used to grow.

On his way, a man he meets
But the man ignores his sight.
To the man the fool speaks,
With an idea began to light.

How about making a demand:
To ask the man his own opinion,
To help him leaving this land,
To make with life a reunion.

"Hey you fool, how are you?
Your cursed shocks can you recall?
Come on fool; I'm a fool, too.
Let's vent what makes us roar."

 

"Back to life, do you yearn?
Shapes of life, can you define?
Back to life, will you return?
Or do you have another design?"

The man lent his eyes to the sky,
And so faint came his answer:
A speech of a man wants to cry,
Filled with seeds of anger.

"I can't count my life's shocks,
Only a mad will count the sand.
Destiny, as usual, always mocks
Every deed we do by hand."
"The horned devil is the one I adore,
And Adam's race is a plague infection.
Woman on earth is nothing but a whore,
And angels in heaven imitating perfection."

"Let the curses of heavens fall on earth,
Let the tide in seas never be calm,
Let grief in universe conquer mirth,
But I shall fight with Bacchus's arm."

 

"Fie, I say farewell to my heart,
And live my life only in mime.
The entire world I shall depart,
To live forever in Happiness is a Crime."

The man has surely lost his mind;
Glory and greatness are yours my Lord.
The man is wandering with a devil's blind,
I wish his words were kept untold.

Grant forgiveness for me and him,
And every wretched poor little heart.
Grant them subtle feelings within
Their souls, minds and dreams to start.

The young fool is alone again;
Power of grief he did not esteem.
The man's opinion was a refrain,
His own soul he cannot redeem.

This cursed land he cannot leave;
This cursed knot he cannot untie.
If he leaves, the power of grief
All his life will make him cry.

 

Find the clue before any movement;
Remorse so late cuts so sharp.
If you leave, your self improvement
In your life will be so hard.

He saw them tearing out their hearts,
And closing gaps of light so dim.
In darkness, they shoot many darts.
In darkness, they receive all in them.

They made for grief holy temples,
To last the pain of catastrophe.
They see evil in a baby's dimples,
And in life's love blasphemy.

They refuse the possible notion,
And see the desert so fertile.
They can only bear the illusion,
And see paradise so hostile.

He watched the fools, then smiled;
Suddenly the roses began to grow.
The lofty trees to heaven climbed,
The green spring began to flow.

 

The lovely birds sang once again,
The smell of love filled the air.
The life is not anymore mundane,
The place is now just and fair.

 

Now I know the magical therapy;
How to cure the hearts and eyes.
It is a smile; it is the remedy.
In my life will be no cries.

My tedious task I shall forsake,
Man should live his life on peaks.
They will know what they can make
When a loser for success seeks.

Towards the gate he started to walk,
Holding the happiness by its wing.
He will tell, but he will not talk,
He will write to make them sing.

On the gate, he began to write
Few little words about big notion.
Now he feels the light of delight,
As he sums up life in dilution:

 

“Our lives are shadows, mighty dreams.

We must enjoy it, how dull it seems”.

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Farewell to Love

 

Young in age and green at heart,

The young boy I used to know.

Hoping high and feeling smart,

With all his passions ready to go.

 

His dreams traveled beyond the star,

With a proud heart, pure and kind.

His deeds were good and known for far,

For all who can see or even blind.

 

Lived for long believing in love,

The real type, true and sincere.

But one day a plan from above,

Made him see his belief disappear.

 

He has learned his lesson the hard way:

By gaining, by losing, by smiles and tears.

But he knew that surely one day,

He will win love or lose it by years.

 

The lesson showed that love is a dream,

Sometimes, or often, never as you wanted.

That love usually has a wicked scheme,

It gives you a drug to keep you haunted.

 

Later it leaves and leaves a scar,

Deeply engraved into your soul.

A walking shadow, now you are,

And you live like this after all.

 

You beg for it when you need a dose,

Love addicts are poor indeed.

Sometimes you get when wind blows,

The smell of love but not as you need.

 

Then you'll learn your lesson's note,

That you're a puppet in the hands of love.

Then you'll shout your final quote:

“I've lived for long, where is my love?”

 

O love, master of hearts,

How cruel, how sweet, how strange you are.

O love, so sweet when it starts

Bringing us near, but not when pulling far.

 

O love, my unholy drug,

Taking my heart so high then down.

O love, for now I shrug:

Abuse ,refuse, or accept and crown.

 

 

Sometimes you give us a reason to live,

Sometimes you give us a reason to die.

Sometimes kindly the truth you give,

Sometimes suddenly we know your lie.

 

O love, so sacred and mean,

Can't live without, though I know your deed.

I've sworn before : never again,

But like an addict, I always need.

 

O love, this time I swear,

But I wish I could do it once for true,

That I won't follow her eyes everywhere,

But many times before I've said so.

 

Now I say farewell to love,

Farewell to a poem I write with pain.

Now my heart is free like a dove,

Coz I'll never fall in love again.

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Do You Know ?

 

Do you know , my love, how much love I have for you ?

If you know , my love, it will be my dream coming true.

But I know , my love, that much you love me too.

 

For always , my love, I’ve longed for you.

For always , my love, you gave me a heart :

Filled with you … loving you true ... yet searching for you.

 

Like an everlasting star, like an angel , like a fairy ;

You’ve been always there , my love, next to me ; close to me , since I was a baby.

They told me things about you in different names :

They called you love, they called you destiny , they called you dreams.

 

I’ve grown up , my love , and I’ve learned more :

About us, about life ; about a house with a flowery door.

A door with two knobs to touch together ;

To start a new sweet life lasting forever.

 

But … I’ve reasoned with myself :

How can I love you that much ?

Without seeing your face , without feeling your touch ;

Without a kiss of delight, without holding you tight !

But … I’ve reasoned with myself :

Am I in love with a fantasy or a dream ?

“No… No, only for another person ; in this way, it might seem.”

For me , my love, your love is solid ; your love is true.

For me , my love, no matter the years ; I will find you.

 

And … I’ve reasoned with myself :

How can I love you that much ?

Without seeing your face , without feeling your touch ;

And my heart debated in your favor :

“ A fruitful woman with a baby inside,

A boy or a girl , her love will reside.

Never seen the face, but her heart is tied

To her promised love inside.”

And that was the way my heart replied.

You can’t reason a heart; it makes your mind subside.

 

And … I’ve reasoned with myself again :

Can’t you see how many women are around ?

Wanting you , caring for you ; wishing to be in your heart’s bound.

But, you keep chasing your love- like fantasy ;

You keep chasing a love that never meant to be.

“No … Not true … She’s there, somewhere … I swear … I know.”

 

I’ve tried to reason with your love, my love,

But your love reasoned me ; and finally it came walking in victory :

Overwhelming , in a way hard to explain, and I was left alone again ;

Thinking of you, searching for you, waiting for you, just the same.

 

Many days and nights have passed , my love; passed in vain .

Many women , love stories , sad endings , the usual pain .

What a shame ! What a shame ! When you have yourself to blame.

 

But you’ve never been there, my love ; never been there.

Every woman I’ve met before, I thought that you were near.

I’ve thought that she was you ; that you were there.

But you’ve never been there, my love ; never been there.

And, I’m still here :

Thinking of you, searching for you, waiting for you, just the same.

 

What a shame ! What a shame ! When you have yourself to blame.

I plead innocent , my love, the young boy became a man ; still the same :

I’ve always thought that it was you , but I didn’t have your photo, I didn’t have a clue.

How could I know ? How could I know ? That she wasn’t you ?

 

So many times , my love , I’ve reached for you.

Did you feel me , my love, kissing her lips ; thinking it was you ?

Did you see me, my love, touching her hand ; reaching for you ?

She was so true , so true, and I thought it was you:

The one who will never let me go,

Or at least ; it seemed so .

 

 

Every time , my love, I hold our dream in vain ; and it falls apart again.

I did my best , my love :I believed ; I took my chances and embraced those trances,

But, as soon as I try to start ; it falls apart.

And like this , it went in a