Thursday, April 28, 2011

No matter how much I tell you
You wont ever know what I don't
The core of my heart
Only known to one

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Invite me to observe the sundial of your life
Or watch the sand grains count your day
Invite me to escape the gray under your umbrella
Or dance together in the rain

Maria Yousuf

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Spending time with time

I spend time with time
Live in the present
Perform the mundane tasks
Look for something exciting in the bleak
Search for happiness on every sidewalk and street

I spend time with time
Go through yesterday
Plan about tomorrow
Wish to travel back and relive the smile
Wish to go forward and kill the anticipation

I spend time with time
Count the blessings I had
The things that didn't go wrong
Things that did but could have been worse
And the things that made me happy and smile

I spend time with time
Wait for the next dawn
Look forward to the happy moments to come
Grateful for the next breath I breathe
And the life that I still live and feel

Spending time with time...

Travelling The Day

I sit up in that sycamore tree
Earlier than dawn to later than dusk
I watch the first pastel colors wash the sky
And watch the first grains of time go drip drop

I watch the descent of the sun
Watch the enigmatic colors light up
Watch the diamonds make way on black felt
Cushioned in that velvet

Till end I stay and travel the day
But all is too enchanting for me to not stay
So I decide to spend the night away
And watch the transition again from dusk to day
No matter which path you chose
Or destination you reach
You will always turn back to me

Haiku By Maria Yousuf

Thursday, April 14, 2011

You are a reflection of everyone and everything associated with you so be extra careful with your image, it is fragile...

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Being One With the World

I could sit here by the window and taste the breeze
Relax with the pastel of dawn and breathe the surreal calm
I could sit here and watch the world embrace love from the beginning and fall in love with its morning smile
Knowing its our time to share our locked up happiness and tears

I could sit here and wait for the orchestra to begin playing and the passion to rain
For the time when brilliance and exotic tango and for ardently displayed art
I could sit here and wait to watch the coral sunset dawn on my wall and sweep me into its surreptitious fantasy
Knowing that I'll be back with its whispered secrets.

Being One In The World will Never Equal to Being One With The World.

Maria Yousuf

Friday, April 1, 2011

You've got a Home in my memories
An abode within me
You've built my structure of Love

Haiku By Maria Yousuf