Wednesday, December 25, 2013

After A Christmas

Whole One Month Preparations And Celebrations Are Over; Christ is Born.

Now Life Again Return Back to Normal,

I am Leaving Little Jesus Here, Taking My Burdens On My Shoulder,

Before Leaving I Looked and Smiled at Him and Told Him “See You On Good Friday and Then Easter”

He Smiled Back,

Yea, I Know Nothing Can Be Changed, Perhaps He Too Know That.

While I Walked Through The Rough Climate Outside, I Realized That I Am Happy But I Am Sad.

Perhaps I Should Not Be Here, I Shouldn’t See Him,

Then Perhaps I Could Have Less Pain When I Pierce His Heart, When I Thrash Him To Bleeding, When I Throw Him To The Most Painful Death.

My Legs are Trembling, I Was About to Fall, Suddenly I Took My Conscious Back, I Shouted To My Legs To Be Strong,

I Said Them “We Have to Go A Long Path Forward Before You Forget How To Walk”  

And I Raised My Legs High and Forced Them To Move Forward.

Yes, Tomorrow I Will See This Beautiful Little Child as a Handsome Active Youth,

But I Won’t Get Time to Cherish In His Success and His Graceful Happiness,

In No Time I Will See Him Dragged Through The Streets Like One The Most Hated,

And I Will Be There In One of Them To Drag and To Kick Him.

Oh I Closed My Eyes,

I Don’t Know Why This Thoughts Coming In To My Mind,

I Should Have Move Forward, I Said Myself,

I Walked Forward Resisting The Cold Wind,

Slowly I Tried To Forget Him,

But I Know I Can’t Forget Him,

Time is Moving Fast, And I Won’t Get Time to Forget Him,

When I Reach Jerusalem , I Will See You As A Scapegoat Before Me, For Me,

And Even Though I Wish to Help You, I Won’t,

Instead I Will Throw You Into the Hands Who Wants to Shatter You,

At That Time You Will Smile At Me and I Will Remember That Beautiful Smile of You When I First Saw You In The Cradle With Your Mama and Papa, I Will Remember Your Raised Little Hands At Me and The Kiss I Gave To Those Beautiful Hands of Yours; In This Cold Christmas Day.

I am Holding My Tears, For That Day,

I Want to Burst to Cry, But No, Not Now,

I Will Cry, I Will Burst To Cry In Silence,

But Only After Throwing You to Those Merciless Hands For My Greed, To Keep My Priorities.

I Walked Forward,

Murmuring…

Friday, December 13, 2013

The Poorest

This World is Full of Passion,

The Passion of Our Father, Our Mother, Our Brothers, Our Sisters, Our Children, Our So Called Friends, Our Siblings, Our Love and Sometimes Even Strangers.

Still Sometimes We Won't Be Able to Say "Yes" To Any Of Those Choices;
Not Because We Don't Love Them; But Only Because We Love Them So So Much, And That is How Life Goes.

Life is Sometime So Strange,
When We Ask For Something; Life Won't Give It To You, It Say "Wait" 
And When You are Not In a Position To Accept; Then Life Will Give You Plenty. 

And You Will Be Forced To Say "No".

Rain Started to Fall, Now He Can Able to Hide His Tears Easy,
He Walked Towards The Future, To Win And To Gain,

But He Don't Know, Why and For What?

Another New Year is On The Door Steps,
All Are Busy in Preparing For Christmas, To Enjoy and Celebrate The Birthday of Little Jesus, And Looking Forward For a New Year Full of Happiness and Opportunities. 

He is Tired, He Sat Between The Poorest of the Poor, Those Poor To Whom They Got Only God and No One Else With Them.

In Those Poor, He Saw The Beggars To The Billionaires,
All Smiled at Him and He Too Smiled Back, But No One Talk,

Sometimes Silence Talk Wise; They Know They Don't Need to Talk, 

A Whole Life They All Talk Alot, But No One Hold Their Hands When They Were Alone In The Crowd, 

In The End They Reached the Door Steps of Someone Who Only Talked to Them In Silence Through Out Their Entire Life; But Only Now They Started to Understand Him,

When He Had Enough Resting, He Rise, All Looked At Him in Wonder, 
He Smiled and Said, Still I Have to Wander Little More, Then I Will Return Back,
One Day I Will Also Lose Everything That I Got and Whoever With Me,

And Will Become a Poor Like You Who Only Got God and Nothing And NoOne With,
Till Then I Have to Wander For My Dreams and For Whoever I Assume Mine,
Yes, This World is Full of Passion, Let Me Enjoy It By Just Missing It.