Monday, February 8, 2010

A Morning View

This morning at 5 am

While I sat in my garden

And read the morning newspaper

I watched two Parrots’s perched on

A drumstick tree,

Swaying on the branches, chirping away

And enjoying, the fruit of the tree.



Below the tree stood two little kittens

Dreaming of attacking the birds

Little do they know that should they even

Dare to go close to them they would be attacked

For, their beaks are sharp and a piece of

flesh they could lose in the bargain.

Then came the mother cat out of no where

And jumped on the branch,

To try to reach for the Parrots’

Alas she fell with a thud and the birds

Flew away!

Leaving the the cat and her kittens staring in dismay!

A Morning View

This morning at 5 am

While I sat in my garden

And read the morning newspaper

I watched two Parrots’s perched on

A drumstick tree,

Swaying on the branches, chirping away

And enjoying, the fruit of the tree.



Below the tree stood two little kittens

Dreaming of attacking the birds

Little do they know that should they even

Dare to go close to them they would be attacked

For, their beaks are sharp and a piece of

flesh they could lose in the bargain.

Then came the mother cat out of no where

And jumped on the branch,

To try to reach for the Parrots’

Alas she fell with a thud and the birds

Flew away!

Leaving the the cat and her kittens staring in dismay!

The Desert Life

From my window I see the big desert,

That seems so quite, then all of a sudden

I hear a hissing and swooshing sound

The desert sand blows across my window

Blowing sand all over and making the air thick with dust.



In a distant I see a camel walk by

not bothered of the blowing sand

for he is used to it, living in the desert.



I decide to take a walk across the desert

As it seems so welcoming

With the sand dunes all around

The sand seems to flow like a river,

My feet sink into the sand,

Leaving big footprints,

But when I turn back I see no foot prints in the sand

For it’s gone with the wind.



I see a caravan approaching,

I stand by to watch them

When they see me they give me a smile

Their camels are laden with goods to be traded

Across the borders that join the deserts and the cities.



As I walk further I spot an Oasis and see Camels

quenching their thirst from it

Tents are pitched and there are some families

Sitting besides the oasis, and chatting,

smoking the Hukka and sipping Kava (Black Arabic coffee)

Two little children playing in the sand

They seemed so calm and relaxed



As it was getting late, I headed back.

And realize that this is life in the Desert.

Am I dying in his Silence

Silence is a sure killer

For your silence kills

Kills me slowly and softly

Your silence is like a song

Sung silently but killing me at the same time.

I hear a song in the quiet of the room

and in the still of the air

A song of our love

A song of our life

Every word in it

Has so much meaning and pain

I hear you singing that song

So soulfully, but hurting me at the same.

In silence I bear the pain

As Life goes by

The colorful past seems all over

A new day is born

And a new life has begun

Sometimes I crave to just

A hear a few words from you

But you just seem to ignore me

And pretend like I was not there

Like a few drops of water

that quench my thirst

So do I miss a few words from you.

Yes, I miss you

For your silence is killing

And I am waiting

For a few words

To show me a sunny day

Or even a rainbow in the sky.

Am I dying in his Silence

Silence is a sure killer

For your silence kills

Kills me slowly and softly

Your silence is like a song

Sung silently but killing me at the same time.

I hear a song in the quiet of the room

and in the still of the air

A song of our love

A song of our life

Every word in it

Has so much meaning and pain

I hear you singing that song

So soulfully, but hurting me at the same.

In silence I bear the pain

As Life goes by

The colorful past seems all over

A new day is born

And a new life has begun

Sometimes I crave to just

A hear a few words from you

But you just seem to ignore me

And pretend like I was not there

Like a few drops of water

that quench my thirst

So do I miss a few words from you.

Yes, I miss you

For your silence is killing

And I am waiting

For a few words

To show me a sunny day

Or even a rainbow in the sky.