قتيلا ...... يرتق جرحه النازف ........ بخيط من هديل الحمام
يأوي اليه ....... سرب من الالام
ممزق ..... يتسرب الضوء من عينيه....... يعشش في مقلتيه الظلام
يغشاه ..... كالحمة ...... كثوب الرماد ..... كفيض الضرام
يرى مالا تراه الجروح .... يغوص .... يرحل في خاتية السراب
يطير بجناحين كالغمام
يتذكر
يلتفت
يسمع عويل الريح
و صليل العظام
يعود مترنحا
مذهولا
سادرا
يعتنقه الزحام
صلصال مسجى
اغتاله الفقد
شيعه الضرام
اوقد فيَّ حنيني جمري
انا مابين لجة و احتدام
يا ايها الغائبين
الحاضرين على الدوام
المنتشرين بوحدتي
المترائين ايهام
هل اقول يا نحن المأهولين هيام
ناولني اطراف العتمة لأنام ,
التحف اغماضة جفن
ادس موجات هدوءي المتلاطم
متوسد تنهيدتان كبيرتان حالم بالسلام
A dead man... patching up his bleeding wound... with a thread of the cooing of pigeons
He takes refuge in him.......
A swarm of pains
Torn... light leaking from his eyes... darkness nesting in his eyeballs
It covers him.....like a fever......like a garment of ashes.....like a flood of fire
He sees what the wounds do not see.... he dives.... he leaves in the depths of the mirage
He flies with wings like clouds
He remembers
He turns around
He hears the howling of the wind
And the creaking of bones
He staggers back
Astonished
The crowd embraces him
Hardened clay
Loss assassinated him
The heat hurts him
My nostalgia kindled my embers
I am between a storm and a flare-up
O you who are absent!
Always present
Deployed in my unit
The superficial ones are deluded
Shall I say, oh we are inhabited by longings
Give me the edge of darkness to sleep,
Antiques blink an eyelid
Tread the waves of my crashing calm
I heave two huge sighs, dreaming of peace
I put faith in your faith...I'm watching. Listening. My heart...do you still hear it beating in slow and steady breath? Do I help you breath easier at night? You help me see with blinded eyes...my heartlight sees yours
ردحذفNo reply is a reply...how my shoulders slump. I will tell you a secret....I loved you. I tried the best I knew how to show you I loved you....your Silence was not my undoing.....it only cost you your own. I guess this is the time I should take your lead and depart. Reluctant.
ردحذفI do not understand your agenda but I tried to understand.
You continually refuse to make the fog clear.
I can't do this with you anymore....it's killing me.
I need to know why my hair? It's been butchered and all 6 inches of my blode is now gone over multiple assaults during my sleep. I demand to know why
I am the cloud of sadness and you are the sun of years
حذفPeople's sorrows are found in songs
You find all the sadness in my poem, ma'am
I am the stranger without a homeland or money
I am the lover who only whispered love
I left all worries and came to you to save me
But you added your worries to my worries
I am the exile, why do you follow me?
I am poor. Do you intend to strip me?
I only looked for me in your eyes
But I did not find me and this exile embraces me
Not because I hated my sadness
But because I can't tell you I love you more than anything
All the facts tell you but you have no mercy on my condition
Half of my soul is with you and half of my heart is with you
All that remained was the image of an old, weak-blooded man
I carry the secrets of your love with me
I regret that I could not offer more than this
My heart has become a home for my worries
Our old poems that have disappeared, you hurt them
She was touching us, but you were moody
She knew us and we knew her
Which we did with our consent and without feeling any pain or injury:
As if we did not write it or live it
I feel strange every day when you talk to me about things I don't know
With her and in her and in her
Oh God!
I'm coming to your door today. Be hospitable....neighbor
ردحذفWelcome, welcome. We love guests, neighbors, loved ones, and friends. Welcome, like a poem that has not yet been written or sung.
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