.. those who enjoyed my banquets…
Some .. of a spiritual outpour..
Glamour, has a moment of penetration
Boredom, has a scream of burning
Together, not alone, silence grows a tree of explosion
in the nucleus of the moon
For shadow has ailments and a stature our screams bend for
Texts do not end on the shores of darkness ...
And the sun renders it none of its burning …
for it remains alive with no notification or choice
And the soul has paths of sorrow and pain
Never failing to reach, despite breaking paths
A moment of oblivious destiny
Walk forcibly not by will
Vanishing differences of beginning and end
(1) A miserable fishing journey …
in his baffled endless night
The eye is awakened by waiting
The heart jumps for the meeting
He doesn’t come
Even the yawning café at the street corner
Burdened with human feet
Seeks the night pillow to rest
Draw a dream of details
With no conclusion
The burning wine of desire in his fogging head
Flying in the skies of visiting prophets
To the shrine of a phantom not real
Weaving braids of his conquers’ spikes
Wearing it like necklaces of tales ornament
On the neck of the poem
Contemplating the winds of his adoration and distraction groove
Awakening hails of passion in the contours
Of the weary searching heart
For an empty hunt
He draws the arrows of his sins
From the quiver of his torn camel
Weary from the squander of the road
And his unsettling un-rhyming footsteps
Distracted arid eyes
From the dew of truth
He finds them as is ...
Till his poems become similar
And cannot decipher them from .. them
As he continuous his hunting trip
He might transcend on them
Where there is none but them
But he returns empty handed
Except for memories of his fall..!
2) Fill me with warmth of your nullity frost
Like a sky closing up
Glued to clouds squeezing drops ..
Drops of dew
Drank by thirsty deserts
To its falling honey
Vibration of a sky
And an embrace of earth
Greenery life mixed with both
Carefully drawn rain
On the heart’s desert
Flows in colors
Seeping of the soul
For the thirst of abandonment
Your palms and my warmth
At the river’s bank
Gathering us in spring baskets
To blossom the shade of life
In that thirsty heart
Clouds rain joy
I fill my vessels
Passion ... hope ... but no satisfaction
Except from the fog of your eyes
That drowns me with ecstasy
You apprehender of my fall
And the waiting
Fill your heart with my hope
With warmth of your nullity frost
An existence in the haze of your joy
Sip the rain
of my sky
(3) The pendulum
Dancing with joy as you see me watching
Is it the lust of torture
Or do you think I love
Your boring repeated shiver
trying to imitate my anticipating heart beats
And its anxiety
Engine, don’t leave in your illusion
Sucking my self burning smoke
As I await for the lover … a rosy encounter
You dance in rebellion.. or high
And I wait for long ... far too long
As your conceit increase ... way too much ...
Your voice penetrates the stillness of my silence
As I continue to bite at my waiting age
…And I look at you
Mad ideas come to mind ...
I tried to uproot you ... Destroy you
Throw you away from the waiting window
Even, if accused of cruelty and crime committing
And rebelling against time, law , and order
Then I reclined
You are only a pendulum
And I am bigger than to be defeated by one!
The pendulum shall definitely stop
But the drums shall continue to beat
(4) The River’s pain … talked to me ..
The river’s pain spoke to me
About the destruction of its love
On the cheek of liberation
And the virginity of language
The River drank the night’s humming
But was not drunk
Nor the thirst of his desire was satisfied
You left me
On the other bankment
And I waited for
The funeral of longing
That sprang from a grave headstone
You hid me in you so I don’t see me
But why are you nude?!
O River ...
My destiny.. you astonish me
I wanted to draw my end
With my own hands
Not with yours
You deprived me of the joy
I retired behind my letter..
Perhaps you would find me!!
(5) When will the lost windmill stop?!
Like a river
Drowned by its winding
Hangs on to a rock of refuge
As its strength collides
And scatters down
Like a moon
Left with no brightness
And clouds compiled
Overwhelming with its poisonous black saliva
The purity of water
To become misty soaked universe..
penetrating the heart of a child
placing him on kindliness side
A guitar with broken cords
With dying playing sound
And the end of the extinguished shiver
Destiny makes us in a moment of revenge
A lantern when satisfied
Our steps take off as we race with ourselves
In times of lassitude
When blazing stops and ignites it
And memory remains
In the record of time
Like a cretinous lantern
Was the fading star celebration
Patching the torn parts of its sky
Drinking what has fermented
In the heavy heads’ veins
With the drowsiness of pride..
And the circumambulate
Around stone gods of desire
Covering our hearts’ with time dust
And the painful memories of frost
In the alienation of departure
Between illusion crossings
As longing pull us
To the allies of sanctity and truth
To springs of joy
And pain containment
Our hands realize
Edges of time’s cloak stumbling
Stored in our memories
And our perpetrated sheets
Memory of noon
We wash in the sanctity of purity
In the river absurdity
Formed by our destinies and secrets
And the frost of our stumbling
Will the lost noria stops
Its rotation grinds joy
And tears sweet meetings apart
will the wheel of time quietens
Its groaning music
And the ululating of separation
You ... who ripped the patching
Patch what has been ripped!..
(6) A Witch …
A witch wonders in ports
Spirit inflaming her thirst
On heart hangers
Creating moans from sighing
To burn windows
Melts lightings in the sky
Making it in her hands
A lame kiss
She imprints on the palms of whispers
Igniting from time’s fingers
The fires of her lovers
To tamper she wants - nothing more …
She leaves the chaff
The sprinkle of their fooling
The slide of their love
In a falling gasp they strive
That life Witch..
Or the Witch of extinguished eyes
And the rugged yearning!
(7) He said: don’t be in haste
She collected scattered dice in the room
And fled …
The red shawl stuck in a stupid coach
To the door she hurriedly ran,
The drowsy night in the ally streets
Mornings polished with night wolves nightmare..
He said: don’t be in haste
The dawn remains far from my window
I am bending on flames
My wine remains aflame
Awaiting a sip … and a shiver!
When I wait you are my springs
And my years are arid
Your raining grew moons
And planted suns
The universe is cloaked with my burning embers
I delve into your river to quench
You…the most sacred of all my sins
And the pulpit of my insolence and madness
I am cloaked in the universe and leaving in it
Don’t leave … but with me
With you I am … and without me you won’t be !
(8) Her Anxiety Contaminated Nights …
Dark as hers contaminated with anxiety
Awakening from illusions,
With growing distance
And fear of the fall
As wind neigh intoxicated with sins
Breaking its anxious waves
In ninety nine directions
Dwelling with little light
And a lot of pain
An explosive moment that halves
Her broken feelings
The closed lashed heart
That sees no content
Hangs on to ropes of tears
Seeping on dawn’s cheeks
But doesn’t break
Driven by clouds to
Shadow bending and reflecting
On early dawn lips
Withdrawing so she doesn’t see
Pouring water on her bleeding wound
to extinguish it
But a river of suffering blood flows
Drowns her and inflames the thirst
With no quenching
Mounting noise scatters her
With galleries of her soul
On the cross road of waste
Wipes traces of passing that
Resides alone in his eyes
Indicating an accusation angle
That none but her understands
He was when..
Pulling her a cloud drowning in depression,
Night keeping her awake in pain
And a range of boundary -
A ray flowing through a hole of time
Braiding plaits of joy
Wearing it to welcome her delayed feast
And when awakened from a beautiful dream
River banks fell on her heavy heart
Clouding as a dark, thrown cloud
Sees, but none similar
Or like her
When serenity departed silence
And her silence lost pertinence
She returns to put in order bits in a frame
Of a portrait exceeding boundaries
To squash the frame!
(9) Her night shawl
A jelly image
Of a woman with a night shawl
Color expands on windows of her eyes
coloring her heart
And something outside tells of her
Alone in that room
Two images and a pulse
How could these doors break
Mixing colors with no sound
He draws her in a portrait
Outside the room
(10) How to dry the storms … ?!
I didn’t know how the rain sings
Or how a cloud blossoms wild flowers
Nor how we plant salt in sea meadows
Or oysters and corals tower
It is not my fault
That spring meadows fall
Shedding leaves- but for a berry leaf
Concealing her love secrets
And hiding shadows of the night
Behind its veiled darkness
As whispers seep warmly
I wish I know
Why seasons change whenever passed by
Or I miss its breeze
And why time runs away in encounters
Letting hope cling to desire..
How can I
Wash rain ..
And how can I
Fill the river
In a jar of emptiness
Extinguish suns in the sky
Throw stones at stars
And hang the moon ..
(11) What if … ?
What if ..
Distances steal fruits of your love
What arrow do I throw?
If the night broke the bow of my love
And the glass drank the bitterness of my passion
And the star left in a farewell bag
How will I know
And you are him
Light formed by that smile
When daybreak is freed
And red dawn melts ..
My heart continues to suck
The eve's nectar
Blossoming in dawn’s cocoon
The area will not sum him
Distances will not cancel him
Ignited by time’s slow suicide
In his strained waiting
And his deep pulsing memory and recollection..
(12) Your Grief is my memory and recollection..
My shores are pored with memory
Seagulls killed the sea
My sails broke its masts
Wind defied it
A heart drowned in salt
Squeezing the sea
Its shriveling fish
Fell in the pit
Of farewell …
Is my memory and recollection
My sobbing that
Crucify me on your heart
Digging me a grave in yours
The leaving of a fugitive river
That wants no more..
July sweats fire that
December cannot extinguish
November wind ignites it
And dry chaffs remain
Chaffs of my heart
And the frost of yours …!
(13) Lord … tear me of at your door... if you so wish
My life is scattered …
Between a passion overwhelming my mind …
A love lodging in my heart …
And affection draping over my existence and being
That is my destiny! …
I search for a harbor
For my life’s gondola swinging on waves of alienation …
All my security harbors fled from me …
Wind sails tearing me apart …
Pulling out the already torn mast ...
In me …
I am the stray sailor …
who lost his way …
The vein of flowing pain drowns me
Drowns me …
And drowns me …
The chronic rattling in my chest …
Wisdom vanished from my path …
My sacred feelings extinguished …
Extending paths of sins …
Awaiting a fall after another …
I pour my soul on paper …
Innocent talk …
Songs forming according to crisis …
Wisdom searching in the folds of age ! …
O’ Lord of the Universe and mine …
Tear me apart at your door if you so wish …
Offer me as a sacrifice …
Burn me as fires …
In the niche of your hope …
But your mercy my Lord! ...
Gather the pieces of my life …
In the crucible of mercy and wisdom …
God of mercy and wisdom …
My path is planted with mines …
My soul is darkened - sees no difference …
Between the dream and sin …
Between truth and false …
Between wisdom and hatred! …
Innana …. Daughter of moon God…
Alibi to Orok.. and July’s lover..
Tall as a Babylon palm tree
Sweet as the water of Dijlah
Delicious as the apple of heaven
Why did you leave your high skies.. to live in the sinful earth
The wrath you wear is beautified by the head
Your carnelian and azurite stones
Your neck warms them.. as they embrace its radiating flame..
Dress it a sacred secret.. light of your glittering flame
Inki .. God of wisdom .. charmed by Inana’s beauty..
Chastity left you.. and the light of wisdom ..
Don’t you understand that intelligence of the female..
Has driven the universe out of the Heaven !
O’ disguised night feast.. O’ impotent Inlil morn ..
Intoxicated Inki .. by mature wines of the night’s alley..
You gave her seven codes ..
Being all your codes Inki..
Congratulation Inana.. Goddess of Love and Goddess of Wisdom..
Inki wake up from his intoxication.. reached out to trace Inana’s ..
The moon has parted.. its light has gone ..
“My days are darkened after you..
and after my seven codes”
You departed for glory Inana .. taken all his codes ..
What are you looking for Inki ..?!
Inana rode her sacred boat.. and to Orok she left..
There people glorify her .. drums of victory shall beat ..
She searched for July in vain .. no trace of July today..
Screaming “My darling July” ..
“I do not hear the harp.. playing the song of wind ..
Bereaved hills of Orok
Our city valleys .. repeat with him songs of clarity..
“Jishtana” where is your brother !!!
Babylon I wail .. July is cutting my veins
Strangling the joy in my heart
My sighs penetrated the universe’s cover
My breath is burning all wheat meadows
And my beloved July.. I don’t know where he is !..
“I will tell you my Goddess if you so wish” said the sacred fly..
extend your vision in the desert.. there in Arali..
July is stretching.. wailing .. touring..
Repeating the shepherd’s song.. and no cattle whispering back
She rode her rosy boat.. guarded by Gala devils
She embraced July, Inana ..
Printed a kiss on his mouth.. a kiss of immortality
Turned to the Gala shivering.. threatening with anger swords
“Bad omen Gala
Leave my life’s horizon
Tammuz, Darling, wake up
I have immortalized you in my universe”
(15) Illusion of A Sweet Death
Illusions drops us on rosy tombs
Covered with lilies and sweet smell
of spring roses breaking from a rock’s heart
Spreading fragrance on the corundum stone
Weaving it nights of silence .. a raceme of passion
She said: don’t touch that rock !
It is written in that coffin’s sheet
The entrant will burn one day with the lantern of his own sorrows
If you are willing .. start chanting
Look at the candle’s flame swallow its smoke
Read in the smoke.. the sheet of your destiny
In the sanctity of the niche there.. light a candle
And turn off another in your soul
The seeping light through the lantern’s niche
Will light the contours of your life
Don’t read the last line of my epic
My hallucinations cover it in sin
My distractions draw it in sins
My wounds plant it in sins
O’.. sunset of my life
Makes me fill my basket of days with sins
I’ll drop this basket in the hole of sins
I am the one who formed my lantern in this universe
I’ll light my lanterns the way I like.. when I like
I’ll light that lantern
With the Lord’s oil ... Call upon the Lord
To pull out dreams of death from my path
Make me forget illusions hanging on the wall of death
Pull out my haunted hanger
With the craze of a passion illusion
To meet death !
My thirsty nights sway in the sea of love
For there.. on life’s veranda
A phantom waits
I will depart with him in the climax of love’s illusion !!
(16) Tears of Heaven
Quenched by sky’s tears
Enjoys weeping of others
Laughs as it eyes the pored time
The pain and bewildered eyes
Not interested in weeping
Cry O’ heavens as you wish
Your falling rain is my brightness ..
If you’re torn by my sons wailing
It is you who wrote your destiny
And planned mine
You have not to weep
When life is withdrawn
In the haze of darkness
And the tightness of place
Is this how you divide destinies!
What a hard resolve
And how hard are your destinies !
(17) Twins .. the pain and I
Twins.. the pain and I
Like a ship drowned in the sailing grief
In the straying sun
On the surface of a dark sky
Nails of time celebration
Of its digging bleeding into wrinkles of a weary spirit
In the hell of deceit
Broken windows and broken images
Shrapnel’s of a heart that lost its way
In the alienation of nudity
Storming wind return
Uprooting planted wheat
Off the bank of a silver river
Reflecting obscure imagery in its flimsy inspiration
Colliding ice with the rock of truth
Scattered stumps break
the coat of hiding
The crudeness of appearing disperses disguise
When bombing freezes the eyes
On the joints of awareness..
Depth kneading the boat of sailing
Tears the masts of crossing
Broken anchors on alleys of bewilderment
Preferred to bend
Perhaps.. she finds calm…!
(18) Plaits of the Grieving Time..
I long for you as a leaping passion
Attacks my weary heart
Memory is a painful grudge
That enjoys its stay
In the critical stretches of time
In your absence
Spirit doors widely open
For storms of take off and collapse of serenity
Buried in the folds of worry
Nightmares of chronic insomnia
A bit of emotion mist
Throws numbness on the windows of forgetfulness
As it draws to the haziness of unknown..
A longing soul for the moment of encounter
Thirst of elongated waiting
Plaits of grieved time
Winds round the neck of patience.. it to destroy
Chains of climbing pride
On the walls of absence
Hanging on the thick clouds of anxiety..
Burdened with thunders of fragmentation..
In the lap of a grieving hope
In the narrow space of awaited joy
For it may rise
From the pores of memory’s minaret..
Deranges flowing waters
In the spring of hopes
Panting of its rising murmur
Worsened by length of the current
By its blowing in the deepness
Written letters of passion
With the longing aroma of basil
Watered with pure water
Flows gracefully for dreams to wash
From the leeches of an abandoned well..
(19) Coma of Revelation
I pray under hanging lights
As a disciple carrying votives to altars of gods
Dividing lusciousness on tracks of his likings, closing openings
To retain deep joy in the oblivion
That lightens inner contours of his deepest secrets..
I try drawing nearer to reach
But obstacles and leeches hang me in tumble of closet
Falling in the deepness of surprise in moments of revelation
Waved by bewilderment and taken to lush beginnings
Practicing abuse of possibilities
Revealing uncovered coma
And presence in emergence
Where nearness in the shadow of a spirit is the inspiration
And journeying in the raining sky
As worry touches generation of love’s glittering
An idea is formed from reality of pain
And the trip of enlightenment….
A poetic blend of human mud
In harmony with flowing soul water and juice of emotions
Then revealing the cover in presence of non-existence
Penetrating controls of distance and period
Announcing emergence of full truth from the womb of suffering
And the reflection of broken light on the pavements of life
and shores of realities
Opening windows of the heavens
As our sighs rise
Acquiring all it is destined to have of paradise incense ..
The aromatic poems burn
Melting in unity, elevated lust imagination panacea flowing
Between the plucks of two hugging images with fermented sweet
Smell of breath
Hiding the smell of the passionate for a dream travel
Behind accumulations of winds in baskets of the unknown
Falling light in the nap of longing for breaking breath
Of sacred jars of flame
Erecting glamour as a revolution on the idol of relaxation and submission
And between the sky and its lightened heavens
Feelings hang on the draws of a full moon, and the hanger of a star
Carried by winds of the secrets
Meaning is born of a word that departs its reality
To dwell in cells and pulsing veins
Abandoning apprehension towards coma -
.. to connection
And then to knowledge ….
(20) Stubborn Tables of Fire
His eyes narrowed
Since I bended over passers notebooks
Grinding the memories of passage
Wrapped in sheets of the unknown
That hides the weary night’s ghouls
In darkness of the unknown..
Crossings of feelings wave
On the frieze of pride
Dividers of fire and light
Around which butterflies of flame roam
Burning its departing wings
As it dances the last dance of death
Falling for hours too long
On the tables of wounds
And glasses of lust
Reflecting flimsy stubborn fire
Glittering with noise
On the shaking spill..
Sighs of a saddened heart
From possibilities of happening
And the swing of the unknown
Shaking over music of a saddened pipe
Behind corridors of distraction
And the sound
Like a warm skylark
Weaving it as a thousand nights and night..
A cloud slides on a deformed mirror
Trying to rain
But gets hooked in claws of confusion
Never touched by a passing incident
Nor when a glittering light she sees
As ambiguity of deadline.. and unlimited confusion
Rubs her eyes with .. perhaps.. and maybe
Encountering dimness of destiny..
These doors are widely open for entrance
Attract residents of the heart
Where he and them like to stay
Circling around them glasses of phony promises
Remaining dizzy with love
Where road mists engulf
And they remain within lost..
Planting in horizons groove
Pillars of longing
Drawing wind’s homes
Writing addresses of birds
And charters of clouds
Kneading mud to resemble the lover
Allowing the dream to fondle the sky
And carry angels
On howdahs of dancing clouds
Staring long in love sides
As his mirror reflects...
No existence precautions are left
Except water hanging in the air
And diadems of myth
On the boundaries of certainty
Immigrating beach sands
And abandoning wasteland
While the flame of the candle
Continues to lure butterflies with a deadly circle!
(21) And were drunk by the climax of seduction
She drew upon him her dropping eyelashes
Like palm tree
Teased by a coast breeze
On the pavement of their passion
Drinking from the glass of seduction
Enough to bid farewell
To nights of waiting
And darkness of parting
Intoxicated by the story of passion
The lust of unification
Crossing the globe…
On the clouds of climax..
Images of memory clutter
Falling on the banks
Of their love river
Mixed with its wavy colours..
The child inside them tampers
With records of the place
Of time’s pointers
And fixation of vision
Two hands wave to the horizon
And another two..
Squeeze spilled passion
From the contours of the spirit
Eyes reside in the curves
Of a love not born yet
To grow up miserable…miserable
And in the box of amnesia
They bid armies of intimidation farewell
And legends of sins
And shreds of myth
Drawing up the spikenard
Both not caring
Except for pleasure
Of a fiery moment
Of the pain of waiting
And the conspiring of night
Hitting glasses of climax
Celebrating their victory
The withering of separation winds
That dropped its tails
And surrendered the leashes…
(22) Longing of Seasons
When your soul is a homeland I embody
With its topography and curves
With tempests and breeze
With nights and forenoons
I touch you with my map of existence
Where your breath warms me
And your image draws me
I search for me
And find it in you..
A moment that resembles me
Where your some my whole
And your whole my some.. to see you..or me
The longing continues to rake through me
Even when you are part of me
When you are away from me !!
And in moments of memories
Dreams and pains pass by
Like lighting of a tempest that tears the quietude
And burns passion and agony
Distances of grief
And areas of longing and yearning
Between which departure stretches forever!
When echo returns
My heart jolts
Between pillars of resurrection
Freeing evenings of confessions
On chanting tunes
Resuming what is lost
Regaining what slipped
And searching me in you
I wonder if you found me !
I answered me not ..
For I am absent .. and did not arrive !
I remain devastated with grief
That steals distances
From heavenly grass convoy
Hidden in the eyes
Heavy with sluggish time
Sneaking through waiting intervals
On running wind pavements
From stuttering vision and darkened days
When street hailing falls
On the sleepless window
Longing burns in me
Like the longing of seasons
To the comfort of weary memories
On the arm of time
A secluded sea with its sailors' shells
When ship masts are raised to catch it
To throw myself in the lap of an incomplete joy
But with you….
Do I call you a god..
And stand in piety between your hands !
Or do I call you a human lover..
Who falls between my hands a victim of love..
Away you went .. in a search for eternity..
Did the cursed tree bled you in the deep satanic sea
Were you short breathed panting for the secret of eternity…
Enkidu knew the secret and left your planet..
To settle in eternity itself..
And you departed lost..
Not knowing the secret of your existence.. nor that of your departure!
Where the female revenge .. Ishtar
Ishtar the Goddess
Ishtar the lover…
Ishtar the angry…
Left for Babylon the epic of eternity
Defeated the mare and knight..
Wisdom and the wise..
Friend and the beast..
The snake has beaten you!
Do you get it!
You cannot challenge the snake !
Do you realize the fate norms of the universe !!
O’ revenging snake..
Your poison is honey..
Your leather is silky and glitter..
Towards you rushes the mightiest for lust
You wind around them with ropes of wit..
And remain upon the throne of instinct..
Intelligence and deception..
Where no place for idiots..
And none for the masculinity of idiots..
For courage is measured with extent of seduction…
Have you comprehended the wisdom Gilgamesh!!
(23) The Lust of Funerals
O’ inspiring quietude of the night
Organizing extinguished stars on tables of longing
Combing grey hairs of fading with silken fingers
And plaiting poems
Luring drowsiness from his god’s eyes
Settling them with wild dreams and waves of sweet hope
Saddling murmurs of grief as shawls for warmth
When frost devours the joints of memory
You light your dim moons as singing dreams
Gathering scattered basil on stairs of moaning
Planting myth interpretation an icon on banks of conviction
O’ kind night bartender
Your glasses are drunk with rattling of sighs
And sobbing of critical days
Makers of grief.. you left no place for joy!
Filling your bottles from bars of violet and jasmine
Pouring it over grassy appointments and memoire books
Lighting old laurel
Filling the breath of dreamy eves
Your singing kneaded flute whispers and larks singing
Sharing coquetry of tender twig and gentle breeze blowing
Climbing dull darkness
To dress it the delight of exultant hymns..
O’ wondering spirits like meadow butterflies
Allured by flames as you circle destruction traps
You see burning sparks
As heralds of bright lightening
Driven by possible visions to deep endings
Wondering Spirits in spacious realm
Tearing thick blinding veil off your heavenly vision
And pour your tears on the winding fields
Do you see?!
Who illusioned your heart with brilliant colours,
Epics of light, and morning truths?!
Here you are gathering your bleeding wounded remains
With your falling flames of hope
On the breakage of crippled deformed mirrors
Dispersing reflections on emotional crossroads
Have you realized this truth!
Have mercy .. O’ kind night
I am used to your grief lamps
That you lit to welcome me.
Got drunk by you.. and you by me…
You nestled in my heart as I kept your company and told you tales
At times.. the smile danced on your lips
At others.. you’d tell me off..
You were the witness.. on my joy and sadness
My wake up and grief
My waiting and dying
Why friendly night
Your fixation away on mayhem of depression!
Tears are frozen in your burning eyes
Shaking in me pillars of quietude..
With hanging astonishment in darkness of your sudden depart
Sunk in mirage of straying depths
Your anxious images stutter
When telling of coming seasons!
My forlorn tamed loneliness
You tame possibilities of loss
And gather masses of yawning times
Piling disappointments clouds at the bottom of sieves
Spreading on the line your drowsy eyes
Maps of features and oppressed passions
Pouring light on meadows of prophecies
Planting a flame
At the tails of running clouds..
Framing your memories
With whispering questions of stars
And rusty locks in the margins of worries..
You mastered playing your songs on night’s window gardens
Planting illusions with charm of confused meetings, between intervals of resonance
Attempts of entrance into chattering windows
Your sceptic consciousness over its stars suicide..
Or dust that kills the vision on the pavement of dates..
Removing climax drapers of springs weddings
And Lighthouses reciting chants and psalms of vision
Quietened by the collapse of your sky
And extinguished singers of your nights
Where you weaving the dervish robe with claws of deception
Patching it with rugs of depressing ends!
Were you practicing the lust of funerals !
(24) Happy and Glorious be your New Year
I wipe your sin with your strangled tear in my heart
Tears you poured the day we staggered intoxicated by Fairouz songs
Since then.. I continue to be distracted
Dreaming of a horizon to hang my possibilities
Searching my diary toying with my loving fingers
For a sentence tinted with our embraces
And between each paragraph and the other
A closing line and an open one to the moment’s bolt
I write as my eyes drop
Drowning my love burning letters
Sending sighs fenced with sobs
You know how I used to wait for you
As longing spent me on a desert of pain
Allowing forests of longing to grow
Trees heavy with anticipation thorns
Time fondling me as a swing of imaginations,
Or a star stolen by age to make a tale in Time’s vanity
This night alone
Leave all that the Lord heard and concluded with Heavens and earth’s testimony
Just draw closer to your deep feelings
Tonight is New Year’s eve.
And those noisy bells
Awake evening dreams and close wisdom doors
The conspiring chain on our happiness
Leave happiness for this night too..
And let waves of impatience sway us until dawn screams
Everything here prepares for our absence
I prepared the caviar, two glasses of champagne
Two bottles of old wine.. do you remember them?
I hid them for this night..
I haven’t tasted any yet
My glass awaits your first sip to start celebrations
Don’t be too late
Our neighbour will hear the breaking of my burning heart in waiting
She left us a withered flower on the door this morning
and a crumbled greeting card
And took a furthest place on her gloomy veranda
While the lights in my room dance intoxicated
As rays from her suspicious eyes frighten me
That she sends as lightening rods
She is lonely, and I am sinking in my moments of pleasure
I try to tame my apprehension.. am still in control
I save a drop of it at the end of the line.. so it doesn’t collapse before embracing you
Quietening the shivering of my lips when we meet
I said quietening? No no.. that is only a typo
Its shivering thirst shall increase
And an eternal embrace burns with our rebelling dance
As the current of flame pours intoxicating my veins
Where the longing pangs toy with my ability
Sway my awakening in its sunset
Wants not this night to divide my intimate moments
She left us her red shawl around the heater
She told the morning to close its windows
So our naughty nights extend blending our burning feelings
Provoked by the sweet orgasm
We banished ‘no’ from our dictionaries tonight
Slipped in our burning warning signs.. promises and threats..
And before he delves into our climax.. this New Year
I try to collect my scattered parts
Don’t write his memory in its yellow pages..
It is said your breaking glasses on the threshold of the departing year
Bears the smiles of the New Year on you
Remember to turn our table from our eighth sky
On the pavement of our departing year
Scattering bits of glasses on departing crossings
Writing with glass fragments
Happy and Glorious be your New Year.
(25) Budding flowers of Love
I look around
And find it inside of me
The budding flowers of love
Whose weeds have grown
And Jasmine branched with its aroma
With wet dew in my heart and longing spirit
I feel it sweet transforming to a fist of flame
Closing impatiently on me
Stopping saliva seeping from my throat
I have not reached the limit
As impossible as entering through a needle hole ..
Like the sun’s glow and shade
Far away steps
As a shadow not following me but extending behind
Like the fall of moons in a night of… love!
I bend to pick it up
As there.. I forget myself
Or intend to do ..
When I celebrate my being in him..
And his being in me
I am taken by love
As his hobby and allure
As if by me he is formed
And I am devastated by love
And my heart is warming up
On the fires of my love
Drawing the veil
Between me and myself so I do not see me
And see him despite the distance
My years awakening
And my astonished silence….
(27) Zumorrodah (An Emerald )
Packed his life in his suitcase
Took the first passing cloud
Tied with belts of pain
To a land with no sunrise
Since stars abandoned it
And the moon hid under an absence cover..
Alley eyes have gone
The woodman did not make his usual return
Neither did the water carrier
To put out the blazing flames of fire
That won’t be extinguished in two hearts
They exchanged in the toast of their first acquaintance
As two alphabets
Dropped that night
Deep.. they slipped ..
Each owning the other
Both clinging to each
To draw the whitened sky
And Spring’s whoop..
And Zumorrodah still tells tales
And weaves the wool of love
For both to wear!
(28) Chaos of Hypostasis Wind
I pour in the sin burner noise of faults
To ignite its sick forgiveness
And scatter its black ashes at the foot of empty words
Writing dull colourless calendars on bars of mud
Making it your circulating disc in every puzzle
Reciting a wind's charm for her
Climbing stairs of sedition.. one by one
Slowing down so not to stumble over the tail of your moribund!
Befriend the echo.. to stop its screeching return penetrating your folds
Making recreation shores for bolts to bath in frequencies of serenity
Hiding its nudity with dark colours
Tumbling a bitter question on falling pride,
And don’t turn back
Go towards obscure interpretation
Face a crowd of charming rollers,
And slaughter in front of it sheep of hard confrontations
Divide the seasons over the ninety directions
And write to her the hypostasis of wind
Let chaos be its holy hymn and its cursed harp
Night murmurings confuse her sins,
She tidies the quiet fading pavements
The sun will not mimic dullness of darkness after today
Or the coyness of stars
And frogs crack in stinking pools won’t rise over the chirping of nightingales
O’ miserable soul
Open your sad rivulets in the face of wind
Crucify your miserable pales on the woods of doubt
Search inside the unknown for your dusty vision
Drown the palms of your vision in the redness of horizon
And taint it with the saffron of sunset
Then read your awesome prayers on the lost crowds
And set a mass of climax in the temple of sublime
Mark with the arrows of your truth
Psalms of desire on witnesses of the impossible
Adorning it with splinters of hail over paths of dismay
Warming it with the freeze of broken drowsiness on gods’ eyelids
Tame your wild alienation with pieces of gratitude sugar
And be quite for a while before your no noise revolt
And the shivering of your climax resurrection
Drink the hypostasis wing wind sip by sip
And beware of shivering glasses!
Pack your roads in the suitcases of passage
Surround it with your charm
Retreating to the faith of your makings
May the wind accompany you !
(29)Resurrection and Judgement noise
I grind the night with the ailment of rising
Or perhaps of falling
As destiny butterflies flock around the torches of my vision
Her coloured wings tell me of a spring halting in elusion
Spreading its oleander with a smile not broken by amazement
Or realizing meanings of ploughing burners among the ribs of quietude
And the meaning of a growing question mark
Making that clever night loaf
That brings to me green tears convoy
To weed my lost night desert
Cramming inside me lightening and tornadoes
Wounded rain in me in a corner it is used to
Awaiting the wakening of a drop .. !
I gather corners of this Sufi night
Tie a charm that hides me in its riddles
Knock secret’s doors tied in me
Digging embodies of knowledge..
Discovering my hidden conviction
And carrying my burning love as I roam for long
Quietening rightfulness inside me..
Patching torn reasoning with sweet illusion..
Why the heaviness in my will tonight?
with fever plunging its wedding in the joints of my intoxication?
I ask …!
The puzzled inflamed answer returns
Spreading upon the heart’s disobeying entrance ramification
And rosy passion with boisterous alphabet
Wrapping longing and bleeding ability
My miserable ribs lay on pillows of pain
The night chanting swindling chars
Drinking from glasses of ailments the laws of drowning,
Arranging for her its dark papers as a clan of joy
Bundling its with imagination lights…
I am not an astronomy maker
How can I save her from the song of that flood !
Turn it around bartender
Let me drink it mixed with my burnings
I am not complaining about you but to you
How I need to retire behind screens of fire and sleeplessness
To break my sighs and growing sobbing in the vaults of pain
Part of me interprets my other parts
Stupidly crushing its existence…
And the pains of grief and groan..
Escapes like mercury between the fingers of endurance
I try to catch it .. in vain
Failed by a love setting its banquets in me
Found my heart sweet..
To offer as a pry for a trap of sleeplessness and sticky pains
As I get lost in love..
And lost …
Between me and him the noise of resurrection and judgement
Its noise and vigour settling in me
I stagger between sobering and intoxication
Closing my senses on my true reality
And departing in the mayhem of dream
I draw for the poem thousand doors and one
To tell the story of beginning
Memories of intimate tumult
Burns in me as a gypsy’s plaid
His fingers of love penetrate the fat fold of her grief
Blossoming hidden forests of longing
As heat of its burning rise
Binding us both with fake promises
And each of our promises cannot be fulfilled!
Let us go back to committing madness with sacred transparency
So we don’t lose us to be found no more
As the lightening of a tempest....
You tired me..
Broke my silence
Stole my exhausted calm that protects me from you
And drink a flow of your rash meteor
Tearing my vulnerable insides
Screaming in me of confusion and perplexity
Making me raise a heavily burdened voice with grief and useless hopes
Drawing my pale image and containing me
Reloads my rusty mast as it falls in me
The wheezing of its wind carves my confusion and sharpens my refusal
I have never been and will not be with it
Why wouldn’t your understanding wake up
And throw your sanctity rules away.. to be devoured by currents of your awareness
I am at the river before you .. wet with its assumptions and rash
You are leading it to annihilation and dragging me along
Are you certain of the end !
Perhaps you …. !!
(30) On the wayside of memory..
You draw golden icons
With white letter hanging from wheat stalks
Making a decorated bunch with rosy dreams
Will you pick that spirit bunch
Or eye the dream that is nearing through the lights
Writing hypostasis from sorrowful tunes of a guitar.
To the enchanted river her steps took her,
To the purl of water on rock words fell..
The postman knocked on a window
Throwing in the runaway sea a grief sealed address of longing…
Charm .. O’ woven on a paper..
And the postman carried it intoxicated
Where an eye touches a letter with no charm.. the river sinks…
And the shocked would drown in the amber of meaning
In the wine of pulse.
O’ grief drawn with her alienation
Screaming in the sides of her love
Fading.. as glowing fire in a fireplace..
Confused as a hailing cloud
Condensed and darkened
With strangled rain being torn by the pain of premeditation..
The sun extinguished the rest of the night clinging to illusions
Threw seas of pride on the threshold of interpretation,
To delay the myth,
And write with tears the night’s lashes,
The grief of lovers..
Wipe out all its stories..
All sleeping quiet in a warm lap, and giving it a glass of dreams to drink..