Here is a short video I put together for my poem 'Winter' (please excuse the audio, this is my first time making a video like this, sorry).
Shout out to Relez Dennoun for filming some of the key parts! May Allah reward you abundantly! =D
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Winter [Poem]
When it rains under the clouds thoughts,
We have no choice but to listen and observe.
The television screens make it seem like
Monday mornings are a day to hate,
I would push the limits to challenge those thoughts.
Its something about these cold days in the winter
That have me thinking beyond the moon's rotation.
I don't get to think much in the long days of the summer
Because I'm too concerned with the sunshine.
There are many reasons to love the short days in December,
As my connection with God betters,
Try praying during the long nights and you tell me what it's like
To converse with the angels.
To be honest, I love wrapping my body like a present indoors.
Sometimes my mood chooses to hate the cold.
Though my humble eyes retaliate to dreams
I see when the water pours onto my windows.
Beautiful dead leaves stuck on the sharp edges of the fence
Reminds me of a friend that once passed.
Flashbacks of the days gone by turn my experiences into a reflective one,
Like when the snow assembles on the windows of a car, it reminds me of life.
For me to see my reflection, I would have to clean up the screen
blocking me from reality.
And sometimes I don't bother so I walk on down the road
To regret mistakes I left on the bus.
With people arguing if the windows should be open or shut,
I regret not defending the weak by standing up.
And it seems like walking in winter is the best.
My hands hooked onto a whirlwind of hot chocolate,
Comfy shoes like uggs for the ladies and the
I still choose to rock Air forces.
Style when it's cold is appealing as I like getting creative
With some garments and woolly hats, just finding way to stay warm.
Winter is a time that loved one find each other in spaces
They haven't occupied before.
Every evening feels like a Sunday and all you wanna do is snuggle up,
TV shows suck so I wait for the holiday season, as cartoons like
Lion King are the highlight of my night.
Back to back films with my nieces and nephews,
I wonder what they paint in their minds'.
My mother, the epitome of Love,
The smallest things are made reality in winter and
She believes in every ambitious art presented by
Her Daughter's and Son's.
The Friday nights in Häagen Dazs with my boys
In Leicester Square is all I can think of.
Truth be told, I can write an essay about how
Amazing it looks to live in cold London.
How the beautiful Tower bridge lights up the river of our mind.
I cant deny my dislike towards cold temperatures
So I still choose to walk with a big jacket and a wand,
Tucked in my pocket dreaming of a magic trick
To see spring again,
But I remind myself of how privileged I am, to be sitting here,
Pouring my ink onto paper about the beautiful warm Winter days.
Mohamed's Poetry 2013 ® -- All rights reserved
