Just Dance

You stand there, and I gaze
Obsession with your beauty is my case

Every feature attracts me closer,
Every word makes me go softer

Sambista in my heart is playing
You, in my sight, is what I am heavenly gaining

To the beat, I step forward and then I take it back
This is the dance, baby and you are what I lack

I am not hesitant; I am not driving you crazy
You'll always be my beautiful daisy

I am just leaving gaps for your steps to fill
And step hard on my dignity against my will

But you twist there, shifting your body far from mine
Oh, this wind, I envy, wraps your waist where sparkles shine

I am not hesitant; I insist, I am just waiting for you
Stop performing the solo dance and watch what I do

Help me finish my master piece; it has no audience at all
I created for my love, embedded in your soul

Samba is playing and it isn't for loners
Be kind to me and be a heart donor

I'll stay here till our songs age,
And loving you makes me a sage

On my knees, begging for a chance,
Asking you again and again to just dance

Imaginary Object

It happened, but didn't occur

It is said, but without a word

It is killed, but by no sword

It is sung, but it wasn't heard

It is read, but it wasn't that absurd

You bought it without being sold

It's blurry that you can't hold

It's the world, you can't define anymore

دربكة

قيل و قال و قولنا و قلبوها دربكة

نميمة و ضغينة و أى لخبطة

عايزين شهادة يا سادة فى قضية الست اللتاتة

كدبة فوق كدبة و شوية نفخة كدًابة

           حواديت يألفها ناس فاضية و مجانين

           ناس عندها فراغ و براحة الغير قلقنين

           مايفرحوش لفرحك و يتمنوا إن ياكلك تنين

           أصل الأصيل أصيل و لو حتى بهدلتوه السنين

           لو حياتك رياح يخلوها زعابيب

           لو نفسك تعيش يودوك سجن أبو غريب

           أنا عارفة نفسك تديلهم درس تأديب

           لكن فات الأوان عليهم دوله محتاجين يقربوا من المجيب

         

           وأهو كله دربكة

The Usual

We scantily read what we wrote

We hardly buy what we sold

We barely wear what we sew

We scarcely hang what we drew

We rarely eat what we cooked

We poorly have whom we loved

I Am This

I don't love, I don't live

I don't receive, I don't give

I don't hate, I don't fit

I don't watch, I don't dig

I am not sad, I am not happy

I am not lost, I am not stationary

I am not changeable, I am not brainy

I am not stupid, I am not wily

I am not young, I am not old

I am not mysterious, I am not cold

I am not open, I am not fold

I am not friendly, I am not sold

I am unknown, I am not identified

I am cool, I am not intensified

I am ignorant, I am not blind

I am this and what's on the opposite side

My R-evolution

I was bleeding happily,

I was hurting proudly

I was selling hope for free,

I was chanting cheerful  glee

I was declining to fly overseas,

I was waiting for my dream to be seized

I was buying pessimism to throw it in the wild

Far away from my country's spring rise

I was a change in my small world

I was an inspiration in my poor home

I was a flooding wave of thoughts

Watering people's sterile talks

I was the hero I'd dreamed of as a kid

When I got older, I thought it was fictional a bit

Now, they are offering honor on my grave

While the family living over my tomb, are left to crave

I died for those to live

Not for you to sniff

I died without asking for a company

So why do I have roommates increasingly?

Oh, I died leaving you to the hopelessness

Oh, I died leaving myself to the bitterness

In a blur, I loved my country's revolution

And all of a sudden I underestimated my own evolution

If I Could

If I could make my dreams come true

If I'd the guts to reach the shore

If I could answer the troops' wonders

If I could love my thoughts' spoilers

If I could unite the nations inside of me

If I could know where my capital can be

If I could cancel my history

If I could accept my choices' jeopardy

If I could rearrange my priorities

If I could know my authorities

If I could talk to the one in the mirror

If I could weep, out of my true terror

If I could stop being a clown

If I could show I am down

If I could liberate the sigh

If I could capture the lie

If I could be alive

If I could be fine

Failure Of A Hater

I want to be the invisible stinger bee

I want to be the unknown warrior at your defeat

I want to be the secret golden key

Unlock your brain, the intentions you seek

To expect your slaps with no surprise

Like a fortuneteller in disguise

I want to have your vision to follow your glance

I want to have your force of grabbing the chance

I want to have your stony heart

I want to study your immortal chant

I want to be your competitive hater

But I ended up as a cherishing respecter

Walking On Water, Drowning Down

I am the girl who walks on water and drown down hard
I am your colorful crayons for your black and white chart

I am the voice who will sing your plain note
I am also the concrete sculpture that you shove

I am your fire in the sunny hot days
I am your sandy hill in the greenish hays

I am the dark sky surrounding your sparkly star
I am everything that you don't need so far

The Foolish Lover

Oh, no! Oh, dear!
He loved the wild savage deer


So pure, so sincere
How he couldn't stand her tear

So beautiful, so kind
How her voice is still on his mind

So sad, so unsafe
How she made him, her slave

So painful, much sorrow
Added to his grief in his dark hours

Shocking truth, hard times
To find another reason to survive

So stupid, so foolish
Killed by love & the murder is dronish

Poor victim! He is sinking in regrets
"How can I be the foolish lover?" is what he gets

Tears nor sleepless nights recover
What he had been feeling, even though it was undercover

Oh, no! Oh, dear!
The foolish lover cherished the wild savage deer

Blame

Blame, blame, blaming letters
To anonymous person from anonymous sender
Words, words, filled up with words
And still the writer is trying to use tender swords

He feels hollow or shallow, anyway pain is inside
Like a huge heart beating, less breaths, more sighs
He doesn't want to be the sin-committer in these games
That's why he goes on throwing lies and firing flames
Aching and hurting hearts with his meaningless blames

He stands in front of the mirror which breaks and cracks
Trying to tell him out loud that mercy is the thing he lacks
He shouts "Why is the blame always on me?
When will I stand for my dignity?
When will I stop being a sinner?
When will I be the angelic winner?"

Would he be forgiven after this slaughter?!
After being a blame-and-lies roarer?!
Would the anonymous person answer back,
With his own reasons, with his own facts?
Who would drift tears first?
Who would rebuild this thurst?

The Wind

Let the wind play with my hair so I can laugh

Let the wind push me so I can walk

Let the wind dry my tears so I can smile

Let the wind drop me so I can feel weak

Push me to weep and cry

Make me feel relieved

Let the wind sing so I can remember

How I struggled long ago and had to be stronger

Let the wind drive my friends to me so they can get me up

I feel always better when they are around having fun

Let the wind fight with the sea so I can enjoy the scene

When I feel the sea shouting at me saying stick to your dream

Let the wind play with a kid's kite

When he laughs and holds the rope tight

Let the wind bring that smell which brings memories

When I look into nothing revising my diaries

When I remember exam's days & trips

When I remember my teachers & friends

When I feel safety specially in the feast

When we thought that the angels were passing by and the smell was their greets

Let the wind's blow mixes with someone's sorrow

Drive them to a beam of light to follow

Let the wind spread rain's drops

Which cleans up all my thoughts

Let the wind bring my taken breath back

Let it heal my broken heart which was attacked

By fake disloyal so-called friends

Let the wind blow till the end

Who We Are, Who They Are

We need to think more about our future and expect the worst to be aware

We need to trust in our power and dream big to accomplish more

They will never let their greedy demands go like that

Because you've just advised them to revise History and look back!

They are all about heartless monsters made of paper

Their sharp edges scratch you but you keep being stronger, braver

Don't call their men, soldiers but they are bloodsuckers

Don't call their women, mothers because they don't know the feeling of losing sons and daughters

Don't call their children, kids because the weapon is their toy

And they are sure that their prey is our courageous boy

Don't call the land where they live, Isreal but it is Palestin

Where they save on its lands, their crimes and bury their sins

Won't we wake up?! Won't we tell the world?!

Won't we talk and say our word?!

Just Words

"Don't act cocky that makes you look ugly

Don't act idustrious that makes you boring

Don't act careless that makes you a fool

Don't act humble that makes you useless

Don't act kind that makes you stupid

Don't act evil that makes you hated

Don't act helpful that makes you a loser

Don't act lonely that makes you sympathetic

Don't act social that makes you easy to gain"

Just who said I am acting

That's who I am

Whatever it makes me a fool, stupid or your safe ground to land

I am not confident at all

I don't even know what I say

Just things jump into my brain and here start a gab

They call me a fool or a joke

But look at how many smiles are here

You try to make me sad, but ha ha here I cheer

You call yourself you are the best of all, but your words never satisfies me

Who you underestimate, their laughter is the world to me

Even for you, they are people you love to ignore

Call their look "hideous" and make fun of it in your cold show

Love hearing their heart breaks from thousands miles

For you, to shut up is hard, it is like "How would I waste my time?!!"

You say we are different and that how life goes

I say we are the same and if we were blood united, you wouldn't have said so!

Young Wrinkled Dragon

You are the dragon who mocks

You are the dragon who eats meat and rocks

You are the dragon with the colored eyes

Flawless beauty but your sins never die

They crack your face and your wrinkles appear

So you fly up and set fire to your fear

Fall hard into the water to lay your tears

Come up with a laughter which the world hears

A war is on, deep in your soul

But you think being cruel makes you strong

Thinking no one cares, no one is loyal

So you sign in other's life as blood-boiler

All who sees you, runs away, freaked out

"I don't care" you scream and shout

Still you need real friends instead of your evil witches

This thought keeps rolling in your brain till it twitches

Take off your young dragon wrinkled mask

There is some good in your world will appear if you ask

My Message to Ex-President Mubarak before the revolution

لم اصبح المتحدث باسم الحق من المجانين؟
لم اصبح شبابنا ذا عقول تافهة فاشلين؟
لم لا تسمع شكوانا دون ان نكون مشاغبين؟
لم تعاملنا كأننا لحكمك معاندين رافضين؟
لم لا تعترف بأخطائك و سنسامحك غير غاضبين؟
فأنت منا و نحن منك فلم يوجد جنود بيننا فاصلين؟
أمن السهل أن تقابل ربك و أنت من الظالمين؟
فعندما خسرت اعز الناس اليك حزنا كلنا غير شامتين!
و اذا عملت لنعيش فى سلام قدرناك صامتين!
صامتين على من وثقت فيهم و نعيش تحت ظلهم خائفين!
بل اطلقونا فى الشوارع حتى اصبح شبابنا ثعابين
يعملون مع الاعداء و الى انفسهم غير لائمين
يقولون "لم نرد ان نكون فقراء مساكين
كل ثانية ننتظر مساعدة حتى بتعليمنا غير مستفيدين"
انظر الى الفن المصرى المعاصر العابث بالدين
فانه ممثل لمصر و لثقافتنا امام العالم مهين
كيف يقول "انا وزير انا من المسلمين"
و هو بكون الحجاب فرض ليس من العالمين
كيف نكون نحن -براعم الجيل- الى الظلم ملامسين؟
كيف نقول "يأسنا" و نحن لحياتنا لسنا معرفين؟
كيف نقول اننا متقدمين و لكن فى الحقيقة اننا باميتنا محافظين
اسئلة القيناها على المسئولين
و هم ارشدونا ان نتوجه اليك معاتبين

Lost Identity

She went to search for herself 

The one she left on the shelf

The one she thought won't fit!

She said "Oh I gonna be brand new

with a smile and may be nice shoes"

She stared at the mirror and she saw the same

The same old her with no fascinating change

Not satisfied at all

She felt haters were around her home

She ran to the room and slept for a week

Refusing to hear a word or even speak

Pain was what she felt

She cried and she screamed

But no, she couldn't find any remedies

Her friends were around her bed

Some phone texting and other worried like hell

But only some felt her pain

Accessed her thoughts and got into her brain

They said: "Hold on! We are here!

We love the new you and the old you who disappeared

We are ready to take the scar

on our loyal hearts

But just your smile means the world

Open up your eyes and say 'I am strong'"

They said: "We are ready to take the risk

Use us for your aim

Even it will drive us insane"

She rose and cried in their arms saying 

"Where were you?

I searched everywhere but I didn't have a clue

I thought people look glorious and I am too

But I ran out of shine when I lived without you

With you my laughter was real

With them it is just showing teeth

May be they will call me beautiful

You know sounds cool from a celebrity

When I heard it a lot

I started to doubt

Did I make a joke out of me and I was the maid drove around?

I was addicted to how life glowed when they were next to me 

How much pride I felt when they invited me to their parties

Then I found I was the doll they liked to play with

They were the gang and I am the unwanted prey

But they loved keeping it for its beauty!

Now who I am? Hypocrite to get the fame?

Or a fan of life and its amazing cruel game?

But with you I can be back again"

They said "You are our queen whatever had been said"