Tuesday, June 21, 2011


He's hiding away from me,
Trying to keep the pain
To himself -
To protect me perhaps...

At the computer,
On the Internet,
He browses,
Losing himself.

In the bath,
Secure and warm,
He reads for hours
'Til the cool water chills.

Life passes by:
He wants to move on,
Build walls,
But sadness prevails.

I don't know how to help: It's how I feel every day.  I hide in my sleep.  I hide in my blog.  I hide from life, but I need to stop hiding.  I need to help him come out from his hiding place because I cannot hide him too.
Splendid Hiding Place
by Ashraf Gohar Goreja
Please hide me
In your deep mystifying eyes
For I can't enshroud myself
Under the vast open sky
From thousands of intense
And startling calamities.

In my child play
I used to hide myself
Behind harmless
Insipid, cedar trees
And under the melting shadows of
Dilapidating walls of
Great alcazars.
Narrow ditches were favorite
Among all growing kids
Where we used to hide ourselves
Heedless, care free and avert.

But now
I am a youthful,
Grown up man
And my innocent childhood
Had it's farewell long ago
My appealing, hiding places
Take me as a kid no more.
I need now
An impregnable
Little fortress
That could render
My wandering soul.
Where else could I hide myself?
Please hide me,
In your splendid eyes
So I fear from miseries no more.