Outside My Window

It’s late and the day is crawling away;
Perhaps the moon would come out to play,
Perhaps raindrops would wash the moon-glow,
Perhaps you are there outside my window,
Walking in the rain without an umbrella…

Perhaps I would take a walk,
Not with you – but with your memories,
Because you are a ghost,
Haunting outside my window…

Each time it rains,
I could hear your laughter,
And the memories would slowly drip,
Like some raindrops outside my window…

Copyright – Ali Sobree @ AisKOOL October 2010

Little Things

Alone with my little thoughts,
In my own little world,
At a little place I love to dwell,
334 steps away from my door,
And raindrops keep falling…

I’m trapped;
But I am not going to try to be free,
Not because I loved being trapped,
It’s because I loved being alone,
In my own little world…

Let it rain all night long,
Let raindrops keep falling from the night sky,
I would stay in this little corner,
With my own little thoughts,
With my own little friends;
A little pencil,
And a shred of a little notepad…

Copyright – Ali Sobree @ AisKOOL August 2010

Distorted Face

Sometimes when you see a face,
It is distorted and not anatomically right,
But it is still a face that you know,
Or a face you don’t really know anymore.

People say I am what I am,
But probably he is only speculating,
Or hoping or believing,
Just to please his own aching heart.

The world is not anatomically right,
It is distorted with vengeance on its face;

And freedom is distorted like a face in a painting…

Copyright – Ali Sobree @ AisKOOL August 2010

The Vanishing Soul

Misty eyes,
Blurring your double visions,
Sadness and gloominess;
Scratching your tortured soul.

Dreams are far away;
Almost untouchable,
Yet you stand there,
Watching the merry world,
Laughing like hyenas.

What are you?
I am a bubble; beautiful but flimsy,
You would say.

Who are you?
I am a rainbow; pretty but unreal,
I would vanish when the vapors disappear;
You would say.

And why?
Because I am – you would say.

Time flies like a falling leaf,
The soul sings a sad song,
But it never says goodbye,
It does not know how.

Perhaps I know;
Not much, but I know.

I know that if I turn away,
I would never look back ever again.

The blue ocean would swallow me,
The setting sun would consume me,
And dusk would come,
The magic hour would leave,
And I shall be in the shadows of the night.

Forever; dark and mysterious…

Copyright – Ali Sobree @ AisKOOL August 2010

See You Again

See you in the morning,
When you wake up from your dream;

See you in the twilight,
When the sun is falling,
When the day is quitting,
When the sky is burning;

See you on the night,
When the moon is full,
When the clouds are drifting,
When the stars are twinkling,
When the owl is hooting;

See you in the spring,
When the flowers bloom;

See you next time,
If I’m still around…

Copyright – Ali Sobree @ AisKOOL August 2010