على اسم مصر

مش عارف ليه بعد البوست النكد اللي فات ده حسيت إني لازم أحط حاجة لمصر و الصراحة مالقيتش أجمل من ملحمة على اسم مصر لصلاح جاهين






على اسم مصر التاريخ يقدر يقول ما شاء

أنا مصر عندي أحب وأجمل الأشياء

باحبها وهي مالكه الأرض شرق وغرب

وباحبها وهي مرميه جريحة حرب

باحبها بعنف وبرقة وعلى استحياء

واكرهها وألعن أبوها بعشق زي الداء

واسيبها واطفش في درب وتبقى هي ف درب

وتلتفت تلقيني جنبها في الكرب

والنبض ينفض عروقي بألف نغمة وضرب

على اسم مصر


مصر النسيم في الليالي وبياعين الفل

ومرايه بهتانة ع القهوة .. أزورها .. واطل

القى النديم طل من مطرح منا طليت

والقاها برواز معلق عندنا في البيت

فيه القمر مصطفى كامل حبيب الكل

المصري باشا بشواربه اللي ما عرفوا الذل

ومصر فوق في الفراندة واسمها جولييت

ولما جيت بعد روميو بربع قرن بكيت

ومسحت دموعي في كمي ومن ساعتها وعيت

على اسم مصر


مصر السما الفزدقي وعصافير معدية

والقلة مملية ع الشباك .. مندية

والجد قاعد مربع يقرا في الجرنال

الكاتب المصري ذاته مندمج في مقال

ومصر قدامه اكتر كلمة مقرية

قريتها من قبل ما اكتب اسمي بإيديا

ورسمتها في الخيال على أبدع الأشكال

ونزلت أيام صبايا طفت كل مجال

زي المنادي وفؤادي يرتجف بجلال

على اسم مصر

I Miss You ...

P1: How are you ?

P2: You asking as I do matter with you

P1: I want to make sure that you are OK.

P2: I'm as usual, I hope that you are getting better far from me.

P1: I'm sorry I feel that I hurt you with my words.

P2: You pointed out what I represent to you, I hope I'm not bothering you any more and that you are happy with your new love.

P1: I'm really feel sorry, I was so desperate of you.

P2: I'm sorry too but I think I don't need that conversation now.

P1: How come ...? You are my first love.

P2: And this explains how you escaped so early.

P1: I'm sorry I was so confused, I didn't know how to tell you that I'm leaving.

P2: You said it as if your throwing up me.

P1: You used to be forgivable.

P2: Do you think you deserve it ...?

P1: I ......mmmmm

P2: I think you know the answer...

P1: I just want to tell you that I was never thinking to leave you forever, I just wanted to take a break, to try another, don't be so tough on me.

P2: I just think that you shrink your chance in taking a place in my heart.

P1: No you are in my blood. I promise you that when I get back I will be stronger and I will not leave you alone in face of those who wants to steal you from us and force us out. you are us, I know you deserve us more sacrifice and I will fight for place for me and my people.

P2: I'm waiting for that ....

P1: Until that I want you to know that , I really miss you by me I came up every day looking for everywhere.

I Miss You ...

The next post ...

I'll Leave You

P1: I'll leave you ...

P2: What .. ?!!

P1: I think you previously know, I decided to break up with you.

P2: After all these years together ...?!

P1: I took my decision, I think its better for me and for you too.

P2: How are you saying that ?!

P1: You don't love me enough, relation between us are becoming cold so, it is better for me to find another one and leave you with whom you love.

P2: But you are one of them and you still love me.

P1: Your love is vanishing because of you, since we meet your are still pushing me far from you, your friends are in total control of you, your ears is open only for them I feel that me and my people don't represent a value for you. You are stepping on our feelings, on our dreams and even our love to you.

P2: Sure you are wrong, I gave you all what you have, you are nothing without me

P1: With you I will stay in my place if you don't push me back, I can not achieve my ambitions, You and your problems are freezing my hands, keeping my mind busy and with you my legs were tired walking your long distance; You are like a heavy rock tied to my neck.

P2: Then go go where you want, go search for your illusion, your departure will not kill me I have alot rather than you and my journey will not stop because of you, I will live with or without you, I will leave for others who waits with me, those whom really love me and will always be with me in time of adversity and welfare; but remeber that if it was for you, it is because of me

Start to Live Again ... Is it possible ?!!

I can tell you yes it is, but not as you may think. What I mean here by start to live is not to get up from your grave to start a new live but it is hint to the high move you may make when you decide to leave your country and start in a new one.

In the new life you will almost sacrifice every single nature you have learned about the place you were living in, the people you were dealing with, the weather, the food, the high sophisticated mind road maps. you will be as a just born child in a new place.

Its you yourself will be different, and you will set with yourself asking ...
Is that me ?!
what is happening ?!
I feel I am different. Hey you give me back my personality.

It is totally a new life and totally a new person you will start learning again you will get lost in the middle of the most popular are of the city, you will ride an opposite direction bus and ask where am I ?!

Among all those changes I found the most difficult one to deal with is the people nature what we call in Egypt the blood. you may find yourself telling a joke that you only who is laughing at and the other are looking to you as fool or as abnormal one. you may be kidding with one of them and then he suddenly got angered telling you that you just insulted him.

Harder and harder is leaving your family your childhood friends your parents your bed your room your favorite street your favorite food your favorite place.

Of course somebody may tell me hey you are speaking as if you are a baby lost in the street hey get up you are an adult you can depend on yourself. But I think he should first tell me how to find myself !!!

Yours,

Lost R--

Blogs The Kickoff

Blog has a bigger meaning than a four letters word; It is more than just a journal or a diary; Blog is a snapshot of the blogger impression at the moment of writing. Reading blogs is as seeing person describing the truth about his/her inside .


Furthermore you can read in blog what can't be expressed face to face. Blog to me is like a genetic print they differ from one to one and you can always touch the human feelings beyond the words.


My philosophy is that all human beings always have thoughts and opinions wants to deliver it to the others, they can't talk directly to the others, or they doesn't have the courage to tell their opinion, you always have that kind of floods inside your far deep conscious behind a lot of high dams. Blog is the mean to express yourself even if you don't mean to, and to remove all those dams completely and set your floods free to go like a wild horse.
Blog doesn't reflect you to others only but it can be your mirror to see yourself.


I've just started to write and I hope to find a hole for my floods of thoughts to get out from that tight bottle neck(I mean my mind) and to discuss it even with myself.

I hope that floods will satisfy my needs.
Nobody Knows,

Yours,
R--