Do you want to play a fair game with life?

                         Create a good team with your abilities

_Be a goalkeeper; keep your mind clean from depression attacks.

_Be a strong defender; defend your principles and opinions. Cover your problems shoulder to shoulder and do not let them in.

_Be a center midfielder; link causes with effects. Learn from the past and make experience back you, as you will approach facing life.

_Be a cunning playmaker; pave your pace through life. Create your opportunities and do not wait for them.

_Be a brilliant striker; take the opportunities and score your goals in life. Lead your dreams to be achieved.

_Your strategy must contain offside trap to deceive your bad memories and put them in offside position.

_Counterattack should be one of your tactics to respond against life’s attacks. Turn its stress and toughness to be a motive to make you move forward.

By this strategy, you may beat life and gain victory. 

The Apple

The worm seizes the apple ,though it is green.
The worm is eating for norishment.
It keeps eating and biting to make the inside clean.
The apple is empty....no comment.
The tree will lose its life and the leaves soon,
But without the apple ,the tree is useless.
Storms take leaves ,not giving hope nor boon,
announcing for silence,autumn and death.
Oh,dear Merciful Lord ,help us see: 
That with out the apple ,there is no tree! 

SCHIZOPHRENIA

Birds come to land on my shoulders

Tickling me with their legs

I protect them when it comes colder

They use my straw to lay eggs

They love my earthy smell

Also my eerie silence

But they do not know

That this is my own hell

Still they do not know ...

That the straw under my hat

Always likes to move

But i do not have a tongue to chat

They do not have a mind to prove

The sky with its birds,sun and moon

The land with its plant and worms

All of them and i .sing the same tone

Enjoying the wind when it shakes my arms

If you visit green lands

You may notice me

On one leg raising two hands

I stand alone as an old tree

It is me ,the scarecrow

Half false and half true .

But...

When i was enchanted to a vampire,

I sucked people fears and sadness.

I was successful .I was a house on fire,

Dazzling them with my braininess and madness.

They norished me with their magical quotes,

And their moony smiles light my red eyes.

I flew among their various thoughts,

And their innocent nature makes me realize:

That they are more senstive than my pale skin,

And losing them is a great damned sin.

So soon ,sleeping in coffins will end.

Forever, I will lie in a heart of a friend.

Some sane day, not too bright and not too stormy,

Not wood nor cross,but losing a buddy may kill me !

When people meet me they may confuse

The Vampire with The Scarecrow so it is hard to choose

Hence ,they say that i suffer from "Schizophrenia"

But i reply :Hey people !it is "camouflage mania" .

The Sun

..
The white horse took the sun on its back,
And the blue sky gradually became black.
The horse threw the red sun in its dark prison,
where sky and sea are touched by the horizon.
You cannot enjoy rain without mud.
You know day with its golden hot sphere.
The old tree one day was a bud,
And without sun it was hard to appear.

A Question Mark

..
Lots of people die
Beyond every “why”
Lots of doors are shut
Beyond every” what”
Lots of things lost there
Beyond every “where “
Lots of crimes are hidden in den
Beyond every “who” and “when”
Lots of blinds go in tow
Beyond every “how “
And there is a line between the light and the dark
Beyond every big fat question mark

Acceptance

..
Accept me with my tanned skin
Accept me with every sin
Accept my teeth deformity
Or reject me without pity

A Kiss

..
There is nothing better than kissing a child's cheek, even if it is covered with chocolate.
There is nothing better than kissing a mother's forehead, even if it smells onion.
There is nothing better than kissing a father's hand, even if it is drowned in sweat.
And nothing is better than kissing the land of your home, even if it is dusty.
...

A Pure Princess

You can see the heavens in her eyes blue,

Shining with innocence silvery hue.

Her spirit is transparent like wings of a fairy,

And her imagination is a fruitful tree of berry.

Her heart is a cradle for love and mercy,

And her words turn your life to be fancy.

Of evil and negatives,she has a dearth,

As if she is an utopian angel on Earth.

She is willful,like free wild unicorns.

An atractive rose with brilliant thorns;

A sun of a galaxy between unimportant dark moons;

The daughter of Mercury and one of God's boons;

A pure princess wears a crown and a dress in white;

Meet her for a minute and your future will be bright.

In My Story

Love or hate ,my feelings are lost,
But i know that you are not the most
Beautiful thing in my life
Or the cause of being alive.
Yeah,in my story:
I thought that you were an angel
Sorry,i saw you from the wrong angle.
In my story:
My kingdom is fine with out princess
Without deals,oths without promises.
In my story:
No more tricks ,no more lies
I freed my soul from your eyes.
In my story:
Your curse harmed my heart.
It killed my dream before its start.
In my story:
The stars are :my soul,my heart and my mind
And i played the role of a blind.
When you read my story,
Becareful of the word suffer,
And forget that i was your lover.
That is the story.... 

Essential

..
When you are pleased by God, you will find his blessings in a smile on a loyal friend's face . You will be wreathed in mirth through cheerful people words . Your wounds will be healed by a stranger who will be an essential part in your life .

Non Of Us

..
I will beat the demon as usual .I will not let him trick me any more even if his mask is religious. I will not pretend sins to be called love. I will live only for my innocent pure friends and I will burden their problems. I will turn my back to all selfish people even if the others see me guilty or heartless. I obey God and I will, because He is only The All Merciful, but non of us.

Choice

I killed the child inside with my hands

I buried my memories beneath sands

But the sorrow tree appears

Because it is nourished by my tears

I fling my burdens away with a thud

And without regret my heart becomes dud

I will weather life with my poker face

I will approach, forcing its pace

Listen life! Laziness motto is impossibility

But achieving the impossible is my ability

Life replies with its grating voice:

“It is your only damned choice”

Death Life

When you live in a can

You dream to be superman 

With a finger carry a van

Having money as you can 

Death life that you are 

Sleeping in rubbish or under a car 

Yet getting breath is too far 

Your day is hard and not nice 

Fighting for food with cats and mice

And the nothing for you is high price 

You really need a magic stick

Ti come from the deep to the deck 

People and police cut you like a butcher 

A thief or a murder will be your future 

But if you reach the proper way

You will live as a human everyday 

"God help you !",that is all what I can say.

The Zahir

In Gujarat, at the end of the eighteenth century, Zahir was a tiger; in Java a blind man in the Sukarta mosque who was stoned by the faithful; in Persia, an astrolabe that Nadir Shah ordered thrown into the sea; in the prisons of Mahdi, in 1892, a small compass, wrapped in a shred of cloth from a turban that Rudolf Karl von Slatin touched; in the synagogue of Cordoba, according to Zotenberg, a vein in the marble of one of the twelve hundred pillars; in the Jewish quarter of Tetuan, the bottom of a well.
..
Jorge Luis Borges
(quoted from Paulo Coelho's The Zahir)

Apples

The Apple is one of the most delicious fruits . When it is green, it has this strange sour taste that tickles the tongue. When it is yellow like marigold, it has that slight sweet flesh with a light peel. When it is red like love hearts, it melts in the mouth with that yummy taste which is wrapped by a hard peel that ticks when you bite it . The same as our hearts, experiences grant them this hard peel.

Colorful Wreath

..
Love is the soluble suger in the mouth. It is a frisky butterfly that flits from one heart to another. It is a bright dress of mirth. It is a silver moon in a dark sky. It is the chirps of dawn birds. It is the fresh breeze in summer nights. It is the scent of a colorful wreath.

Does Age Matter ?

..
We feel young when we are happy and we feel old when we are sad. Hence, age is just a meaningless number in our IDs. 

Butterflies

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Women are butterflies, so do not try to put them in a jar or between an old book papers and do not harm their transparent wings, just make them stand peacefully on your palm and support them with flowers to fly around; because their hearts hold mercy,their faces share mirth and their feet tickle heaven .