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03
Apr
10

The sun….so bright…

The sun….so bright…

I walk towards the figure that stands by the cliff. The sound of the ocean beating against the rocks like a humming bird kissing the sweetest flower. I come close to her and she leans her back against my chest. My hands grace her neck as she feels my heart beat.

My hands move across her shoulders…slowly breezing over her hands..feeling the warmth of her soft skin against mine. I hold her hand and spread them as wings…letting the soft cool breeze breathe us in.

I move one hand over her right shoulder and the other over her waist…she gently tilts her head and leans her cheek against my hand as I kiss her finger tips.

She breathes me in…And we fly together forever.

The sun…so bright…under her wings.

18
Feb
10

Just A Stanza.

Tattered, beaten, broken & raped
The things about my life that no one hates
I look to salvage all my mistakes
Maybe something good comes from my haste
The straight long shackle hangs down my waist
Consumed by my lust, fulfill my taste
Emptiness falls like a brick on my face
I look inside and I find a box of erase
Nothing else for me, nothing…just this stanza
A stanza dedicated to my mistakes

Just A Stanza By Muhammad Shoaib Ali.

29
Aug
08

A little Irregular (Poem)

Calling me at home
The life that you want to live
And as the story goes
We are growing dead and cold
Id like to say I do
But ill never ever love you
You hold me in your arms
But I don’t feel the same

Id like to take the blame
But its not all on me
Stop driving me insane
With your feelings of love
I think the only way
Is to run far away from me
But I don’t really care
Cause I am weak

You try so hard not to lose your faith
You find yourself on a crossroad
Where everything is in conflict in your head
And you know you cant go on like this

When the sun comes out you don’t feel alive
And the people that walk around are faceless
No one really cares where your coming from
Another life that’s lost…Another life that’s lost…

08
Jun
08

Our Stories (Art Work)

Our Stories

Our Stories Film

Our Stories.
Model – Louise.
Artwork – Sabature.

08
May
08

Neverland

This is a song about a guy who wants to escape away into another land. One day he sees a shooting star and remembers the story of Peter Pan. Sits down and writes a song about neverland..(True Story)

I cant sit and drown in sorrow…
That all the lonely days have gone away…
The other people cant seem to follow…
My nights have turned to day..

I find myself in your spell, forever hand in hand…
I find myself to follow you to never land…
I find myself in your spell, forever hand in hand…
I find myself to follow you to never land…

You hold my hand and fly higher…
…And we are looking down from the clouds…
The little lights that shine down there…
Look like beacons in the night…

So throw your pixie dust on me, hold my hand, fly me away…to that secret land.
Where I can be a child again, I wont have any troubles…up there in neverland.

I find myself in your spell, forever hand in hand…
I find myself to follow you to never land…
I find myself in your spell, forever hand in hand…
I find myself to follow you to never land…

I wake up in the morning…
…And everything has gone away…
I realize in that moment…
That my life will find a way…

So throw your pixie dust on me, hold my hand, fly me away…to that secret land.
Where I can be a child again, I wont have any troubles…up there in neverland.

I find myself in your spell, forever hand in hand…
I find myself to follow you to never land…
I find myself in your spell, forever hand in hand…
I find myself to follow you to never land…

You came and spoke to me one day…
Stole my heart and ran away…
I still find the pixie from that day…
The day my loneliness came back to me.

29
Apr
08

Sunshine

I look into your eyes and see the skies of blue,
Your hair is long and black and your smile is something new,
I’m standing here singing on this desert dune,
Thinking of all the time I spent looking for you.

The bright sun will always shine on my face,
No matter where I go.
The bright sun will always shine on my face,
No matter if I call this place my home.

My mornings are so beautiful when I dream of you,
I’m holding your hand and walking down this path for you,
The light that shows me the way is brightened by you,
The darkness is gone and the world is something new.

The bright sun will always shine on my face,
No matter where I go.
The bright sun will always shine on my face,
No matter if I call this place my home.

27
Apr
08

Dialogue {part 2}

As days go on by,
I know she is dying,
Killing me with her silence,
I feel so alone without her,

I: Oh almighty God! Today I keep all vanity aside and kneel before you. I know I am not deserving of your forgiveness but someone is. I cannot live like this. I confess to you my undying love for her. I cannot see her live life this way; dying every minute that passes. I can feel her pain. I can hear her cry in silence. What am I supposed to do? I don’t understand. Answer me!

God: You wronged her. You destroyed her life and now you stand in front of me and pretend innocence. You denied her life. You denied her the true feeling of being loved. You led her to her ill fate. You took her away from my ways. And now you seek my help!

I: Yes I ask for your help. She calls me the devil but I only am to others. For her, I have my love and concern to offer. I can feel what she feels. She is a part of my life that is dying. It is none of her fault. Don’t punish her for my wrong doing.

God: If you have only love for her then why did you betray her? Why did you not support her in her times of need? Why did you not wipe away her tears? Why did you run away from responsibility? You let her take your blame. Justify your actions.

I: I did not want her to see me cry. I felt loss too. I felt the pain too. I did not intend for her to fall. I wanted to be strong for her. I did not want “us” to fall.

God: So you ran away when she needed you most. This is what you call being strong for her.

I: I am sorry for my ill decision. But why did you let her fall? why did you chose to make her one of the undeserving? She was not like me. And just because…

God: She chose to walk the path of the undeserving. It was her choice to make. She wanted to walk with you. She trusted you.

(A sudden unbearable pain tore through me and I couldn’t help the tears flow)

I: I see now. You let her be influenced by me. Did you not love her enough to keep her by your side? We both let her fall. You are right. I, the devil, lured her towards the trap and You, the God she prayed to, let her fall. It was her choice to trust us both.

(I was cursed for my disrespecting choice of words and thus my plight to save her was hindered. God said He would think about it. I asked for forgiveness within my heart and walked away)




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