Beirut
Appearances will stray you awayAnd lead you to confusion. You’ll see blurred lines of chaos, Dissected colors and darkness. Take a step back, But admire closely, see harmony of colors bathing the sky over a city where the lights are still on… Beirut, a city of an ongoing journey where past and present. Meet And Time is a perception of existence and endless stories.
Time Lost
i am not sure if it was the welcoming men, inviting me in to take their picture,
or the mood of that shop i got in.
i'm actually still not sure what kind of shop it was.. some sort of a big machines repair shop, or some sort of a mechanic's shop?
i think i saw a tire somewhere, in between the rubbish that filled my frame,
giving me a layout shining on my heroes, sitting there for my perfect shot.
i think by now they even forgot i was there, lost between their "sheshbesh" and their "dishash".. i was ignored, even when i was still standing there.. taking my picture, and observing,
till my observation drowned me inside my mind
and thoughts kept rushing.. thoughts about time, how similar to time i felt at that moment..
i was standing there, while people continued doing what they do..
Ignored! perhaps.. or just letting me be .. the more i stood there, the longer time started passing through me.. through those aging men,
that rusty gear on the floor,
and the deflated tire .. where dust grew fond of it.. just like those lines growing on my heroes faces, on their hands.
Someone once told me .. hands are the only witness of true age.. wrinkles cannot be hidden on hands.
i shut my cam off, and ran out of the store.. hiding my hands under my sleeves.. maybe time won't see them,
maybe time would escape me.
Perhaps it will ignore me for a little while.. maybe a while longer.
Hung up past
I’ve hung up the past on my walls And laid some stories around.. They entertain my present solitude. As we age together, I lose sense of the years that passed us by.. I am still that young man I was, and they still shine as new. stuck in my past, we are frozen in time together.
Lines
I’ve been hanging moments of a lifetime on lines that never tire.. They now compliment the lines drawn on my hands.. Some of them have escaped and found their way to my neck, my face, my eyes.. Eyes that have seen the everlasting changing of time, passing through my city. I’ve witnessed dawns arriving in silence after the stillness of long dark nights, and captured moments that I relive every now and then.. I’ve been hanging events on my lines, the same way time hung them up on mine.
Melody
It’s a play button that takes me back in time, or keeps me still as time passes me by.. Melodies, that keeps my youth entertained, and my aged wisdom rich with everlasting youth.. A balance my soul created through the notes that played my days and kept me framed in the now.. Where past and my present collide creating harmonies of a lifetime.
