Biography of Mousheera Shafik
humans are always different... one man thinks he is the centre of universe and one other feels like a dropp in a wide rage ocean... but bothe humans are so hopeless.. as the human self bears moments of grandeur, and moments of dwindling.., moments of poise, others of rage.., moments of passion, others of wounds.. and the right contradictive word of passion is aversion... but wounds are more fitting as those ones who love never know how hate.
some lines came from within as they've been all experienced.
but the more knowledge i gain, the more ignorant i figure my self out.
the more um feeling august, the more i feel so small when i just stand besides the ocean.
the more um getting hurt, the more um getting so strong...
here in the Arabian culture.. when there is something impossible comes along, we describe it as (this would be the fourth impossible)
have you ever heard of the three impossibles?
the three impossible are to be; the roc.., the phoenix.., and A REAL FRIEND INDEED.
i guess it's getting garrulous, but i think it's precious :)
um Mousheera shafik,20 years old love to rhyme somehow, love drawing, painting and the fine arts as a whole.. always find a way in writting, reading.. as those paradoxes that you may learn from are to be so few if you relied on self experiences..
and the most important thing that keeps me going is my love... I love him so much :)
Mousheera Shafik Poems
It was about an hour, When I realized How pale got my flower.. And my life is compromised
Why Can'T I
Why can't I breathe? Whenever I think about you Why can't I speak? Whenever I speak about you
I Was Gone Already
Every thing seem to be so white Where am I? What is that light that has a powerful bright? What is that?
Can Any One Please Answer Me?
Alas! How did I do this to you? Alas…..! What a pain….!
Father.. I've always needed you, But ever I knew never that I did… I tried so hard too feel you, Too late it is, you are lying dead.
Miserable all the times you are not around, Breath is banishing, going underground, fatigue because of too much fears, drowning and sinking in too much tears,
Every night I look through my window, And I see these drops of rain falling, I wish that I could espy your shadow, I wish that you could hear me calling,
esperanza.... that's what she is, she is the beauty of a flower's dew, she is affable and bonny like a pretty yew,
You saved my heart You don't even know me You saved my dream You heard my scream
Lover Or Father
Every time we are together I look for something that I'll find never Is it the things that you do? Or the dreams that can't come true!
Twilight In Your Eyes
I deeply looked into your eyes I started to bring some alibis To how does the sun through them rise And to how the moon in both of them lies
Love Hiding In A Dell
My love for you can be more than cosmic It can be a rose sheltered by a merciful angel I can be the dream of love That'll always be so true
The Never Understanding
You see a ray of light But… you don't know Why does it always bright?
How can silence bring out noise? How can you do things out of choice? Why can't you even hear the voice? Waiting for a chance to roll the dice
Far. But, Fair
I want to get back to this yore
But, every second it gets yonder
I want to be that pure
But, I can't do it any longer
Wanna run, scream and hit the floor
Because burdens are getting stronger
Words were spoken, words were swore
But, every time it makes you wonder
Why do people insist to war?