Invisibility

My new shoes at the party
Those flowers along the highway
The breeze that kisses my face
The music playing in my head

A passion so intense to me
And a passion so insinificant to others
That dark evil inside all of us
That noble angle in a few of us

Your dreams for me
My evaprated thoughts
My Memories that reminds me of the past
My hope that reminds me of the future

Words unsaid
Words said and unheard
Words said and heared but not understood
Words misunderstood ?

God is invisible and
I dont know if he exist
Then at times
I wonder , If i am invisible
And if he knows i exist

For i am visible
Not when u see me
For i am visible
Not when u hear me

Contemplating the desert

This is a story which i liked a lot ::: ( its not mine )

Three people who were passing in a small caravan saw a man contemplating the sunset in the Sahara desert from the top of a mountain.

"It must be a shepherd who has lost a sheep and is trying to find it," said the first.

"No, I don't think he is looking for something, especially not at sunset - that confuses your vision. I think he is waiting for a friend."

"I bet he's a holy man looking for enlightenment," commented the third.

They began to discuss what the man was doing, and got so involved in the discussion that they nearly ended up fighting with one another. Finally, to find out who was right, they decided to climb the mountain and ask the man.

"Are you looking for your sheep?" asked the first.

"No, I don't have a flock."

"Then you must be waiting for someone," claimed the second.

"I am a lonely man who lives in the desert," was the answer.

"Since you live in the desert, and in solitude, then we have to believe that you are a holy man in search of God, and you are meditating!" asserted the third man, content with this conclusion.

"Does everything on Earth need to have an explanation? So let me explain: I am here just looking at the sunset: isn't that enough to lend a meaning to our lives?

Nomads Dream

There is a prelude for this poem. It was written when i was 21 the time i guess when u r nearing the end of ur childhood and the start of ur adulthood or is it ?

Am I in the End of a Beginning?
Or the Beginning of an End?
In this strange journey of life

My only reason to live
My only reason to go on
Is not to be, what I already am!

Wind
Dreams and
Desires
The true nomads

They laugh at me all the time
In my nomadic dreams
At the things I am missing

And I ask them,
How can u miss something when
You don't know what you are missing?

Can u miss someone you don't remember?

A nomad's journey never begins
A nomad's journey never ends
His home is nowhere
I am in the middle of nowhere

Death can stop the journey,
But it may not end it, for
The heart will die slower than the thought