Thursday, May 26, 2011


By: Ali Taha Alnobani

He was lying on the grass
Looking carelessly at his watch
He needs to relax
But a voice is slamming his head:
Tick … tick
Seems saying: life is just a trick
He took a picture out of his pocket
Ripped into small pieces
Paths and routs
Plants and shoots
Telling the happiness rare story
About the unlucky traveler
Who drank the sea
Before meeting a mariner
While he was lying on the grass
Too much dreams passed the way
Millions of years burned in one day
Oh my careless friend
I feel painful time killing you
I sense your choice: not to choose
Because you're right now see paths fuse
If you can't achieve delight
There is nothing to lose