I miss the rain

I write...
I search for who I'm...
There are no doors!
I knock the first wall!
I was standing there, bored of waiting
Suddenly!
I feel light
Half a sleep
Slowly withdrawn to emptiness...
I awake crying, tears rolling on my face
For how long I was there?!
What happened to me?!
Those moments were not recorded!!
Were they from my paste, or future, or not from all that?!
What could have happened in a moment of emptiness?!
Was it that the chatter in my head went quite,
and it was the time for my real me to speak?!?!
What did it say that made me cry in fear?!
Or was I crying because I failed to hear it?!

I'll knock the door or the wall again...
I'll go to sleep with half mind, half heart awake

Would you speak load this time, please…..

words by Restfu Rain

photo by Unknown

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wings of sand

لي وجه

لي وجه وذاكرة
ولي في العمق بيت ما تهدم
فاترك علي الهم استأصل غرابه
اترك على الجوع، هذا الجوع رباني وعلمني كتابه
واذكر اذا استحلفت اني لم ابع اهلي وإن ضنوا عليا
عربية هذي الهموم وانت تعلم)
(عربية، فانظر اليا

أحمد دحبور

I wish I was a tree

copy right of the photo for the photogrpaher

Is it a one side story?
Unshaped
A thousands broken clouds
Disarming mystical dream
Is it about history of an unknown spirit?,
lost to be find in my heart
found to be lost in me
is it whispers that moves my leaves?,
to make them fall gently
then leaves me in the silence of my pain
I believe
I raise my arms and pray
I dream to survive my days
Just to pass
To Rest
To reach safely to my final distention?
That could be selfish of me
I'm weak and my strength is just by dreaming
A small window can let in so much light

Written by Restful Rain 07/05/2007

Diving

Picture taken by Restful Rain june 2006

I want to speak…no, not really I hate talking!
Most of my time I spend driving in Al Ain roads. To me it is not driving its diving. Diving in the hot roads of Al Ain. I observe and absorb the tired faces that had given up to the heat of the sun and to the cruel labor officers. I wonder how many times they tried to swim to the surface and how many times they died trying to. Oh! you can see that some of them are dead but some of them still alive feeding and breathing their dreams.
I looked in his face were pieces of his soul’s wings scattered given a strange color to his restless eyes. He wanted to cry but he has been crying silently for ages till his voice became the guitar of his pain.