Poetry & Prose

I’m Someone’s…

These feelings They make me happy… I don’t know how to explain them I don’t wish to explain

Heart is Cold, Heart is Warm

Walking solely through dark shades I don’t want to be saved I’m not going to be afraid I

Perhaps A Ghost I Was

Let’s pretend I wasn’t real !! A ghost I was  Perhaps an Angel! You choose. Let’s pretend that

Just Not For You

People often assume heartbreak is caused by someone they care deeply about. But the truth is, more often


In the word “Similarity” We find symmetry in our world, and the outer world In places where serenity

A Cliché

You ever hear the phrase “life goes on” and think duh, what a cliché! But if you really

The Girl That Fell

I’ve watched so many sappy romantic movies, might have even cried over some, and read countless love books,


She lives alone In a place she has created for her own She colors and writes on her

A Different Kind Of Heartache

When growing up you’re bound to go through some unpleasant situations and some hardships. One of them is

Put Nostalgia Aside And Take It As You Go

Why is it that when we are young we fantasize about becoming adults, and we glorify it to

Emirati Zombie Checking In

I always wondered where the “Emiratis are slackers” stereotype came from, and why? There are many Emiratis out

The Wooden House

Take me away, So far away, The noise is killing me; no it’s destroying me, Take me away,

The Stranger

The day was rough and tiresome. As I opened the window Silent breeze brushed my hair And the


My dear broken perfection I will never take away my love and affection But if I had to

أنا مواطن إذا أنا الأهم‎

وقفت تنتظر دورها وبجانبها سائق البيت الذي أوصلها
فأهلها ينتظرون راتبها الذي سترسله ليُستقطع ويشبع أفواه المصاريف الجائعة


Readers And like a book some will glance Others will delve And to those who’ll take the time

Nothing Can Stifle the Feeling of Loneliness

You were the only thing that made my day & now you’re gone You hurt me in ways


Thinking; A weakness is only a weakness if you think it that way. Struggle; Pain changes people, so


And then I realised There was nothing you could ever do That would change my heart My mind

The Closet

Hang me up Slide me away Is all you do Push me aside Till you need me For


It’s all about filling that hole That void That fills you at the end of the day You’ll

You’re Okay

Some things hurt even though they shouldn’t They just sting While you sit there quietly Taking it all

Where My Heart Is

Home I found a home in you And when I lost you I lost it too   Wishes


You were like water I tried to hold onto you You can’t hold onto water Not without a

The Fear

We hate losing things To lose something Anything Is a disaster to our being So we hold onto

Play It Right

Think of life like a video game. You keep going and it gets harder and harder but you


It’s just.. Awkward. I don’t know how to explain it.. That word explains it all Awkward… Sitting here..

ضفة الطريق

في ذالك اليوم كنت جالسا على ضفة الطريق…
ليمر النهر ويلقي التحية من بعيد…
انظر هناك يا أخي…

You will always be their prisoner

“Care about what other people think and you will always be their prisoner” I came across this eye-opening


Yesterday, a forgotten blessing we’ve sought to bury. Yesterday, a past I am assiduous in grasping every memory.


الفصول الأربعة

ما الذي يحدث يا ترى…أرى تصرفاته كالجو المتقلب الذي تحل فيه الفصول الأربعة…

يوماً يتأجج نشاطاً مع نسمات الصيف وهدير المياه…

يوماً يكسوه الجفاء واللامبالاة كبرد الشتاء…

Personality Traits Beyond Words

You lost me as I lost myself, yet found me in time’s best hour. We found each other,


When I see you

When I see you…I feel… The world is still…Safe… The life is still…Nice… And I am still…Alive… When


I don’t know if this would make sense as much as it does it does to me, but


رفيق الطوب

تسللت دمعة من عينه وهو يرى مدينته تصغر، ثم تختفي بين أكوام السحب، أخذ يتنهد مراراً وتكراراً مطلقاً زفرات ألمه العميق والذي غدى كسرطان ينهش أعماقه ببطء، يُعتقد أنه قد كُتب عليه البؤس.. فقدره شقاء ومصيره داكن موحش!

Little Did She Know

Little did she know, she deserved far more than what she stood for. She had the immortal stars


My love for you grows like a rose in the midst of a colossal garden of your sweet,


صديقي لا تستسلم

عندما أقول أنني قوية… تعجز عيني عن منع الدمع من الانهمار…

عندما أقول لن أبكي… يقول قلبي دعيها تنهمر لعل ذلك يريحك…


عكس التيار

عندما أقول لا…
يخيل للبعض أني أتحرك عكس التيار…
إنما أسير في طريق يؤدي إلى ملتقى النهر مع البحر…
والآخرين يسيرون في طريق ليس له عنوان…


ذلك اليوم

في ذلك اليوم كنت أقود سيارتي… لأتوقف ضمن الازدحام عند شجرة…

نعم شجرة تساقطت أزهارها… فلم أستطع أن أشيح بناظري عنها…

بكى ليستريح

فتح عينيه بصعوبة، ما إن فعل ذلك حتى لعن ذلك المنبه المزعج..
كان يكره الإستيقاظ؛ معه تنتهي أحلامه وتبدأ التعاسة بالتسلل إليه!


He can Feel

When I see you I smile… Your eyes… your breath… Your sound… your hair… When you race the


اشتقت لخريفها
وأوراقها المتساقطة
ففي كل ورقة سقطت
حكاية من حكايا العمر!



يا إلهي من هؤلاء المتعجرفين

تعلو أصواتهم ظنا أنهم العارفين

الحكمة ليست بالنصح دون الاستماع لما يقوله الآخرين


أوراق الشجر

عندما تتساقط أوراق الشجر… لتعلن عن حلول فصل الخريف


خاطرة على لسان خادمة

خاطرة على لسان خادمة كفئة مغتربة وأحيانا مضطهدة


مرهف الإحساس

أحيانا أشعر بأني مرهف الإحساس…

هل هذا شعور طبيعي أم زيادة إحساس…



عفوا… الصمت لا يمثل ضعفي… أو قلة حيلتي… أو عدم معرفتي



Relationships are considered complications… Is it the case in every situation… Is it the time for evacuation… Or



الناس نيام وأنا أهيم بين السطور والكلمات



اللقاء كلمة قد تكون عادية للبعض…وقد تعني الكثير للبعض…وقد تعكس مرآة الماضي والذكريات للبعض


Is it a Theatre

Life is like a theatre Various Characters Various attitudes Various scenes All get mixed to form the perfect


That Day

I lost myself that day The day you crashed and burned away For years I kept it locked



Lying under the stars Lying in the dark Even the moonlight was dull that night We both knew



  Love is not just a relationship… Love is a mixture of feelings and words… Words that are



الحب ما هو علاقة عابرة والسلام ….
الحب مشاعر وأحاسيس وكلام …
كلام مو شرط يكون مسموع …


Flower Story

Does the flower have a story Or it witnesses certain stories Does the flower have a friend Or


هل للورد حكاية

ياترى هل للورد حكاية أم أنه شاهد على بعض الحكايا يا ترى هل للورد صديق أم أنه صلة


Tell Me Why

Tell me why can’t I hear your voice tonight Tell me why can’t I smell that scent for


It Has You

It has you singing away It has you believing it is going to be okay It is going



The more I try to get there The further it seems to go away The further it seems


Prove It To You

I heard a voice A voice telling me To prove it to you That I will make it


Dreams Of Two

The burden of an only child Is the burden not many understand Not many get Not many deal


Those Words

All those words that brought me down Are the words that picked me up All those words that


Within The Withered Flowers

All by my lonesome Nobody around Away from danger Safe and sound   Always in my room I


Over My Shoulder

Looking over my shoulder Every night I can’t rest my eyes Afraid to dream Afraid for this reality


Just a boy

He was just a boy when they took it away They took his confidence and tore it away


في هذا العيد، سأعيد نفسي بالذاكرة

(1) في هذا العيد سأعيد نفسي إلى ذاكرة ..بيتنا القديم ورائحة البخور ..ولحية جدي البيضاء ومفرش والدي في “الليوان” بالقرب من الهاتف ..والستارة التي تفصل ليواننا وغرف النوم (2) سأعيد نفسي بالذاكرة لصبغة الجدران الزرقاء ..”وعامودين أثنين كنا نتكئ عليهما لنتابع برامج التلفزيون لقناتين أو ثلاثة .. أغلبها تعود لتبث أغنية صفاء بالسعود “أهلاً بالعيد


She Was

She was filled with darkness and covered with pain She was filled with sorrow and covered with rage



All these tears running down your eyes While you keep running down a track The finish line is


It Is All

Waiting is what you fear so silently but it is what will make you certainly It is all



For every day the sun rises, there is always an opportunity that is born for a person. This opportunity might be the chance of correcting something, being a better person by doing a deed, a new job, a new baby, and it goes on. For every person, opportunity has a different definition, whether it was


Facing Change

Fog obscures my blurry vision Haziness blinds my sense of sight Absent thoughts cloud my understanding Drifting from


The Passengers

We, the human race, are passengers on this earth. We came. We conquered. We enslaved. We killed. We


Speak To Me

Speak to me, Argue with every innate bit of reasoning you have left inside Try and fail to