14 أغسطس, 2009 At that Night
At that Night
Was it a dream or a real sight,
While I was sleeping at that night,
You came to awake me with your light,
Something embraced me strongly and it was tight,
The darkness vanished and the sky became very bright,
I cried too loud,
Is this rose I chose from the crowd,
No one heard my sound,
All the people were sleeping around,
Was I dreaming or was it a real sight
Written by: Salem Mraheel Quraisha
14 أغسطس, 2009 My Rose
My Rose
Oh my violet rose,
I smell your smile with eyes not my nose,
I am sick, my medicine is a dose from this rose,
Seeing you one day, is a hope I won’t lose,
You are so beautiful violet rose,
I dream, let me dream of this rose,
I hear your voice not with ears but my heart,
I feel your love my future not a part of the past,
I fell in your love not so long but from the first cast,
You are far away but I feel you are very near at last
Written by: Salem Mraheel Quraisha
14 أغسطس, 2009 My Dream
My Dream
When I dream, I feel you are the angle of my dreams,
When I look at the sky, I see you a star in it,
When I look at the moon, I see you all of it,
When I look at the sea, I see you swim in it,
When I read a book, I see you the words of it,
When I look at the world, I see you near in it,
When I look everywhere, I see you there in it
Written by: Salem Mraheel Quraisha
14 أغسطس, 2009 The Old Woman
The Old Woman
One day while the sun was shining,
In her cottage she was lying,
An old woman who looked at her,
Thought she was dying,
The sky was soon overcast,
A hard tempest came very fast,
Half of the cottage was destroyed,
And another became in the past,
With the storm came a fierce beast,
The woman ran away,
To avoid her life from the waste,
The strange beast lived in the house,
But she lived around in the terrace,
Her soul for her house is the price,
She may die, but will remain her hopes
Written by: Salem Mraheel Quraisha
14 أغسطس, 2009 My Home
My Home
Oh my home,
Oh my land,
Our Lord gifted us a son,
Who became grand,
His soul lives with us,
Not in the sand,
They murdered him,
But with our hand,
He was very frank,
He was so pink,
The ties of brotherhood,
He tried to link,
From the cup he drank,
They’ll drink,
In his blood,
They’ll sink,
Oh my home,
Oh my land,
Our Lord gifted us a son,
Who became grand
Written by: Salem Mraheel Quraisha
14 أغسطس, 2009 One Day
One Day
One day, one day,
I’ll sing and say,
My soul for my son I’ll pay,
My child will be born in May,
With friends in peace will play,
All night and day,
For God I’ll pray,
My son I’m old, see my hair is grey,
I’ll work for your sake in hay and clay,
To buy a bike for you to be in gay
Written by: Salem Mraheel Quraisha
14 أغسطس, 2009 From My Cell
From My Cell
My friend look at me, my friend look at home,
Our enemies made a building of shame,
I know, you know, all know,
Coldness makes ice and snow,
To terrorism everyone says no,
You must be positive not negative and so,
They dried my crops and land,
They prevented me from kissing the sand,
Is it a sin to claim a right,
To sleep in peace at every night,
By hitting and kicking they killed my son,
Putting me in a cell in order not to see the sun,
They shot my mother with a gun,
They made of my dying grandfather a fun,
My words are true, not a pun
Written by: Salem Mraheel Quraisha
14 أغسطس, 2009 Remember Me
Remember Me
When the dawn comes, I remember you
You are the dawn that breaking the darkness around me
When the sun rises, I remember you
You are the light that lightning the life of me
When the sun sets, I remember you
Your absence is the darkness that surrounding me
I feel you are very near to me
Stay away but keep in touch with me
Let me dream, never awake me
If it is possible or impossible never tell me
I engrave your picture with my eyes in the heart of me
You are so pretty and attractive for me
Not only sweet but smart and acute around me
These are some feelings and a start from me
Written by: Salem Mraheel Quraisha