Certificate Of Appreciation from US Embassy

I was given this certificate after participating in the poetry evening.

TAKE A PEEK

Take a Peek

What makes you sorry, makes me strong
And what makes me worry , the place you belong
A place we played in when we were young
But now everything changed 
Why is everything  going wrong ?
Sorry our story wasn’t that long
Sorry that you have to hear this sad love song
We all made mistakes and I was the best
I destroyed every good moment
And you my dear finished the rest
To go away wasn’t a pleasure, wasn’t an order and wasn’t a request
I have done it in the sake of my nature
The same as birds build their nest
I believe in love but I don’t believe in you
As I believe that every laughter we did, Was worthless
Because ‘how’ doesn’t matter, what matters is ‘who’
Sometimes I sleep with an open eye
And sometimes I can’t sleep
Waiting for the days to show me why
They are secrets I have to keep
I threw my love in dark hole
But I’m afraid that hole isn’t so deep
When I was a little boy I used to play hide and seek
Doing that seven days in the week
A simple boy called the meek
But now I forgot every word, every letter and every smile
In order to set my emotions without taking a peek .

By O.Baha Eddine

TAKE YOUR PEN

TAKE YOUR PEN

• • Take your pen my dear friend
    Take your pen and leave this land
    You may be bored, I know!
    Believe me this is not the end …
    
    Take your pen and write with me
    We will write your lovely life
    To be tough or not to be
    It is not matter of taking a knife
    
    Take your pen don't look behind
    Feel your hand and make your dreams
    We will tell the human kind
    Life is not like it seems …
    
    Take your pen, you have two ways
    Follow your heart and make your choice
    Now you are making your shiny days
    Ignore devils and people's noise …
    
    Take your pen, life is good
    You have just to know the rules
    It is just not drink and food
    Do not follow the silly fools…
    
    Take your pen and write your feelings
    Show them what you're made of
    They won't stop mind keeling
    The single word is not enough…
    
    Take your pen, it's easy to say
    "I can do this and can do that"
    In my place we always say
    Life is short and "elly fat mat" *
    
    Take your pen and do some magic
    This kind of art is about to be fixed
    I know that this thing has no logic
    It’s just some words you have to mix
    
    
    *what passed from life won't be repeated
                                                                                         O. Baha Eddine

WONDER

 Wonder

If someone made an apologize

If someone knew that the sun will rise

I always wonder if this is real

So all I know is what I feel

Between us between my eyes

I'm sure that the sun will rise

Don’t you think that this life is funny?

Although it's clear and pretty sunny

You can see the rain everywhere

It’s people's tears over their money

Nights of love we will have here

And others of course full of fear…

Do you think that you have to be cool?

And everything you do has to be right

Or maybe you can just follow some rules

After every morning there will be a night

So follow your heart and everything good

Smile as much as it takes

Give your money, clothes, your drink and food

And forgive any mistake that he makes...

You won't be believer till you do one thing

Wish for you the good and

For your brother the same thing

It’s not my words it's something bigger

Follow it well and you will win

Open your eyes we have the best leader

The life you have won’t last

You have to know this well, you the reader

Because this life is short

And it is going so fast.

OBEIDI BAHA EDDINE

FLAMES BETWEEN THEIR HEARTS…You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

FLAMES BETWEEN THEIR HEARTS…
The flames on ground; died a miserable death with the
slightest draught of insipid wind,
But the flames between their philandering eyes; rose
higher than the majestic skies; even in the most
tumultuously overwhelming of rain and storm….
The flames on ground; subsided to wisps of absolute
nothingness; at even the tiniest insinuation of flood
approaching,
But the flames between their passionate chests;
transcended well beyond the realms of fascinating
eternity; even as the unfathomable battalion of
satanic demons; tried to kill them…
The flames on ground; tried their best to elude the
insurmountably overpowering tornado; squealing like
new born mice as they heard the brazen leaves rustle
the slightest,
But the flames between their voluptuous lips; kissed
the ultimate crescendos of untamed liberation; even as
the entire planet parasitically sucked blood and
lecherously manipulated outside…
The flames on ground; soon metamorphosed to frigidly
wincing embers; unable to bear the onslaught of leaf
and clouds,
But the flames between their eternal feet; interlocked
themselves into an entrenchment of unsurpassable
belonging; even as cloudbursts of uncouth diabolism
pelted from realms of hell…
The flames on ground; shirked disdainfully into their
devastated cocoons; as the horde of whistling wolves
trampled them indiscriminately,
But the flames between their ardent bellies;
transformed all lackadaisical dreariness on this earth
into bountiful paradise; even as a mountain of
treacherous monsters stabbed them ruthlessly on their
necks…
The flames on ground; vacillated in ungainly
confusion; even before the fireball of Sun could
silently slip behind the dolorously languid horizons,
But the flames between their ravishingly charismatic
8
palms; united for fathomless more births yet to
unveil; even as the murderously conventional society
tried to exonerate them with their commercial swords….
The flames on ground; incessantly feared of being
washed away by the most infedile of froth; although
the ocean was a billion kilometers away,
But the flames between their seductively alluring
cheeks; tantalized perpetually in the aisles of
vibrant desire; even as civilizations collapsed
outside; like a pack of soggy cards….
The flames on ground; had absolutely no entity of
their own; drifting miserably in the direction that
the somber wind took them,
But the flames between their fervently reverberating
bodies; evolved into the most wonderfully enigmatic
morning of tomorrow; even as sky disastrously blended
with every cranny of earth outside….
And The flames on ground; sometimes sunk well beneath
their ghastly corpse; even before they could
moderately rise to their one inch height,
But the flames between their immortally throbbing
heart; proliferated into boundless more streams of
royal love; even as the hideously sinister world came
to a veritable end; outside...


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THINK AND CHANGE

 Think And Change

It started when I thought it was over

When my thoughts made over me a cover

I believed it was to protect me from the outside

But, in every day I wake up

I knew it was to protect the outside from me

Thoughts, I don’t have to hide

It was telling me to think

Then it was telling me to change

Two words connected by a strong link

Two words having the same range

Think then change

Think about the way poor people live

What they eat? If they do eat

What they taste, stone or meat?

Change the way you spend your days

What do you live every day, and what for?

Look around and be thankful for many ways

You don’t live out in the street or stuck in a war

Be thankful

Think then change…

                                                                                                       O.Baha Eddine

A FLASHBACK

 A Flashback

I felt unwell that day

It was like wondering in the middle of the ocean

Which you can’t see the land

And with a flashback

A friend appeared

And helped me out to find my way and to stand

« Can you go on without me » he said

I answered smiling “no that would be so bad”

At that moment I was sure about that

I was sure as my blood is red

And I hugged him saying “you are more than a friend”

And at a moment of love, respect and faith

He took my hand

He took my hand and from the sea

He gave me some sand

“What is that supposed to be?” I asked

It was difficult even for me to understand

It was like a mystery without a clue

It was an empty song of a new brand

The sand…

Small stones are standing together in the ocean

Like friends in our hearts

We can’t always see them

But they are waiting for us till the end

Then with a smile of hope I said

“I am always here for you my friend”.

                                                                                                                    O. Baha Eddine

BELIEVE ME OR NOT

There are few good things in love

To be happy look down before you look above

Sometimes you wish to die just to get rest

But this choice is not the best

You need some time to make him laugh

Couple years is not enough

Take your chance to apologize

Better to do that before the sunrise

……………

Believe me or not

Don’t be afraid of your past it's your shadow

To know the real pain ask a new widow

Don’t matter about who you face in this life

You better start searching for a good wife

Amazing things happen when you respect others

In each way you move there are few borders 

Repair yourself, life's not fair 

And control yourself because "Allah" is everywhere 

……………. 

Believe me or not

You need to think again about your actions

And about people fillings, about their reactions

Face your fears don't run away 

Believe me or not, real courage has one way

Make your friends close and make your enemies closer

The man without friends is the big loser

If you didn't get me, don't ask why 

You will know what I mean when you about to die.

Obeidi Baha Eddine

WHY NOT? START WRITNIG!

In my first days learning English I had difficulties even in spelling words; however, I was always kind of sure that I can write better. I started to write short stories, poems and so. Even in exams, I was starting with the expression part, because I couldn’t wait to write.

 Writing is something good; no one will disagree about that. In addition that writing is a good way to express yourself; writing is a very good way to improve your linguistic skills. If you have an idea, whatever it is, take a pen or your laptop and start writing, it’s a good method to keep your mind fresh and lively.

Enjoy writing, do not hesitate to start, make mistakes that’s what I can advise you.

A WRITER OR A FIGHTER?

I'm a writer...I'm a fighter...The deference between them is much lighter…although his message is totally right…unlike him I don’t have to fight ...I don't have to use a sword... I’ve just to write my word…but I have nights of pain and cold… thinking about what happened to our world…I keep writing and writing till I get tired … this life is beautiful and my heart is wide… it’s not over yet …look at the bright side…you can be better …I can be better … we all can be better …please tell me that you get this letter … no matter…no matter what you used to be …the truth is clear … and you always can see… I feel free when I write … I can add some other adjectives like courageous, confident, lucky and proud…and I’m sure that I’m on the road.                                                                                  O. Baha Eddine