…Only You

There are times in life when you couldn’t find

Someone who’s heart is rich with love, so divine

Then comes a moment when everything seems blind

Mesmerizing feeling, what is this sign?

They say it takes one special person to make you feel this way,

Where time just comes to a halt, wishing it stayed like this forever

Love is what thy makes me feel when in your arms I lay

Bliss and harmony of love is what thee brings when we’re together.

When the rough seas and thunder comes rolling in,

You’ve showed me my inner strength and helped me fight it all,

Together we’ve conquered through thick and thin,

To me, you mean the world to my heart & soul.

If I could ask for only one wish in life to come true,

It would be to live forever in the heart of only and only you.

Written by:

© Sahara Hamayon

Don’t Miss a Chance

Don’t Miss a Chance

Don’t miss a chance,

To live today,

For tomorrow might not be another day.

Enjoy life to its fullest,

For the world is like a vast stage,

Too many to see, too many to give.

This spectacular place,

Too fastidious, too adorable.

Nothing last forever so don’t miss a chance…

To live happy and to make others happy,

To enjoy life and to live and let live,

To praise God’s creation without any hesitations,

To accept challenges and continue with determinations,

To forgive and forget.

Don’t miss a chance,

To live today,

To appreciate every bits of life,

For tomorrow’s sun might not rise again…

© Sahara Hamayon

I’ve got it!

I’ve got it!

I’ve got eyes to see the world,

To see and to believe that I exist in a place of living.

I’ve got ears to hear the sound,

To hear and to understand that I can voice out my feelings and express my sincerity.

I’ve got mouth to taste the delight,

To taste and to appreciate that I will enjoy my life and let others rejoice at it.

I’ve got nose to smell the fragrance,

To smell and to unfold that I have the zeal to fight out against injustice.

I’ve got hands to touch the path,

To touch and to lead that I should be a victor in precision and a failure in lies.

I’ve got mind to express the words,

To express and to think that I can make a better world if we live and let live.

Written by:

Sahara Hamayon

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Verdadero amor

Verdadero amor

La noche exquisita con una vela de luz cena,
Sentimientos cálidos y tiernos ojos,
Un sentimiento que muestra el amor no es disfrazado.
“Verdadero amor” un sentimiento en el corazón,
Con un sentimiento en el cielo,
¿Cómo puede ser bella …

Hermoso para encontrar el amor en tu mano,
Feliz de ver que se mantiene,
La alegría como un perfume rosa roja.
Creer y demostrar que el amor es verdadero,
“Verdadero amor” un sentimiento en el corazón,
Con los ojos cerrados en la luz brillante,
¿Cómo puede ser deslumbrante …

Deslumbrante para escuchar música,
Canciones desde el corazón,
Dedicado a la que ama.
Sintonice que lo tiene todo,
Agitando su espíritu de amor en el aire.
“Verdadero amor” un sentimiento en el corazón,
Con un baile en el éxtasis,
¿Cómo puede ser maravillosa …

Maravilloso para leer una carta,
Expresó con amor eterno,
Una rosa pintada en él que lo dice todo,
Aunque si un día me parece que salen,
Mi amor por ti nunca romper.
“Verdadero amor” un sentimiento en el corazón,
Con una lágrima en silencio delicia,
¿Cómo puede ser romántico …

Por escrito:

Sahara Hamayon

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Life in the hand of War….

 

Life in the hand of War….

 

 

A teddy bear in hand was the delight,

For a child in her mother’s lap…

Life owned some peace but didn’t release.

..When the power of nuclear energy broke up,

It shook the pain to shame and it’s the one to blame!

 

Lost in dreams, hearing screams!

Bloody corpses, crushed limbs…

Parted the child…Tears in her mother’s eyes…

The day was painted with a black sky of fighting, biting and fuming,

Painted with a creepy brush of accusing, annoying and abusing…

 

In the midst of blood,

Smeared with dirt, dressed in rags,

Stood a small, orphaned girl.

A victim of human destruction,

A victim of another war.

 

Not knowing what has happened or going to happen,

This innocent little soul,

Wanders searching for her dead mother,

Crying her heart out,

For no mistake made by her.

 

Bullets whiz past and bombs blast,

Stones are thrown,

The atmosphere is thick with smog,

The ground is crowded with lifeless bodies,

And in the midst of all, stands this weeping child.

 

Roaring of the guns getting wilder,

And war was becoming fiercer,

And then suddenly with a last wail,

Clutching her bleeding wound,

Every inch was covered like the paint of grief.

 

A splash of blood on her little face,

The orphan girl fell, joining lifeless bodies.

For nothing wrong she did,

Neither is the mistake of being born,

That now her life is gone.

 

The gifts of war are to man,

Torment and agony to each and one another,

Deprives an innocent child of a family they hold dear,

But soon will be gone along with dread.

This world have already forgotten a word called peace,

 

But all they care is power to cease.

Hopes for a better world to live in is out of place,

Now, even no one care for the happiness and joy to reinstate.

Thousands to millions of lives have fallen by surface,

And many more have been swept away by the tide…

 

In this nuclear era, nobody will care

Nobody, nobody has the time to stand and gaze

Death and despondency to every being,

Why is war still seeking the hands of innocent lives?

Life was meant to be worth living for one and for all….

Written by:

Sahara Hamayon

Cry of Freedom

Cry of Freedom

 

As the clouds get darker and covered the striking sky,

The horrific image had rally around tender eye.

People shed tears as the situation began to agonize,

All these not picture perfect enough to compromise.

 

A child stood on the midst of all reality,

Wave his hand in the misty air,

Tears fall from his cheeks as he watched and hear,

People sobbing over the death of that they hold dear.

 

When it’s over now decades have past,

The child is now, a grown-up gentleman.

He glimpses at the newspaper in the morning,

In headlines, breaking news, there’s nothing but war.

 

Heart-broken and never glimpsed ecstasy,

The cry of freedom that keep roaring in his ear,

In his heart and mind that will never disappear…

 

 

-Sahara-

 

 

 

Art of Words

Art of Words is my upcoming poetry book which will be launched by the upcoming year 2011. In this blog, you’ll get to read my poetry and I would really appreciate to receive comment and feedback about poetry.

Please note that the poetry featured here are copyright.

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