جئت لاجلك

وان لم تسألي . انا على ما يرام . ومن اجلك جئت . لا ادري الى اين او اين  . ليس عندي غيرك يأتي على البال . كان نصيبي منك ذكرياتك ورسائلك وصورك . وكان نصيبك مني ان لا انساك ابدا 

Roses

 

حديث مع الورد و حبيبتي Talk with roses and my love

لا ادري لماذا لا اكتب لك ولماذا لا اوجه اليك اسئلتي واشير اليك في بناني

نويت ذات مرة ان اعلنك انك الطف قاتل

لكنك ناديتي لي وتلاشيت بين ذراعيك 

اذكر اني صنعت لك عقدا من أزهار اللوز

نظمته بخيط من لحاء الزيزفون

اذكر اني كتبت رسالة الى نهرك الغربي 

اذكر اني قرأت  نقشاً على يديك

اذكر اني اختلست عطر من ظفيرتك

اذكر اني ذهبت مع الحنين اليك 

الى الان لم اعود منه يا سيدتي

لكنني تعلمت الكتابة اليك بلحن المطر 

ثم ألم تشعربي  ولو لمرةواحده

 بأنك عالمي المترامي الاطراف

 لو نظرت الى عينيا لقرأت فيها كم نحن نحبك

لو تلمست الروح لشعرت بها كم انت موجود بها

 قد دوزنها إيقاع بسمة، وعُزفت على وتر غمازة؟

لو قرأت  أول حرف الى اخر حرف  من كل قصيدة

لعرفت انك انت كل القصيده

 غير أني على يقين انك تدرك كل ذلك 

انت لست واحة  من عطر فقط 

انت لست قمر من فضه فقط

انت لست ترنيمة مقدسه فقط

انت لست اية صادقة فقط 

انت كل ماقلت واكثر من قلبي الذي يحبك 

I don't know why I don't write to you and why I don't direct my questions to you and refer to you in my comments

I once intended to announce to you that you are the cutest killer

But you called me and I disappeared into your arms

I remember I made you a necklace of almond blossoms

I arranged it with a string of linden bark

I remember that I wrote a letter to your western river

I remember reading an inscription on your hands

I remember stealing perfume from your hair

I remember that I left with longing for you

I haven't come back yet, ma'am

But I learned to write to you with the melody of rain

Then didn't you feel even once?

  That you are my vast world

  If you looked into his eyes, you would read in them how much we love you

If you touch the soul, you will feel how much you are present in it

  Was it tuned to the rhythm of a basma, and played on a dimple string?

If you read the first letter to the last letter of each poem

YOU would know that you are the whole poem

  However, I am sure you realize all of this

You are not just an oasis of perfume

You are not just a silver moon

You are not just a sacred hymn

You are   just being honest

You are everything I said and more than my heart that loves you

 

Roses

 

Forgotten tweets

I invite you

  In the form of hymns and songs

Whisper songs you never thought of (I didn't mean to miss you)

-

Another world in memory

As the best stories

-

I got confused on the way up to you

I sang songs in your name?

Then I go and have nothing

I say: maybe we will meet tomorrow

Or find a trace of you in the clouds shadows

-

    In complete secrecy, I apologized to you, and because you declare that you are not there while I hear the sound of your steps walking between the lines of my poems, and because you are solitary in disguise, I scream in the form of hymns and whispered songs.

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scars

on the border

I left an incomplete poem

I hid it from the neighbors, the village, and the bullets

I forgot a notebook full of dreams

expected

And I will not return

You have grown up, gentlemen

Tell them, gentlemen

They still come to my pillow every night

They come with insomnia

And insomnia devours sleepiness

-

on the border

which I did not resort to

Farewell to my childhood

I buried my life and walked away

-

on the border

Everyone carries dust on their bodies

And I took care of them in carrying the wounds

I promised them I wouldn't be in pain

I was so tired they don't realize

I'm in my loneliness

I was hurt and cried

-

on the border

My cigarette didn't go out

Even the sun has not set

Everyone was staring at her

And in her eyes

I saw Jasmine's sorrows

-

on the border

It was a suspension bridge

it has been

-

from behind the border

It hasn't come yet

bullet

-

They are burdened with their grief

They are the ones who ask about the clouds

untimely

I know very well why they turn their faces towards the rain whenever it pours

Then they smile at the passers-by

-

  Standing while the shadow revolves around him

He even got into the painting

-

I paused a bit

I seem to be getting more desperate

-

I don't know, maybe my leaves are starting to turn yellow and become thicker

He saw me as a lost tree from the oasis

I found all the things I was looking for

I didn't know at the time that she was ready to leave

-

Through these letters, the path has been redrawn

But we are transient without shadow

-

I loved you, madam

It's hard to bear this love in exile

You have two cuts on your shoulder

This is something that invites you to walk awake into the abyss

-

You should get up and say something

Any word that makes you uproot your sadness

To become a bird you have to become more songs

And because alienation stalks you, it is a blue branch

To get the salty juice running inside you

Re-find the first step

Where I met you by chance

Because you are full of waiting

And only age has passed since I grew up

She erected a memorial to Weeping

-

Distant things make you more nostalgic

To sink convoys of tow and then sink like lime

And you are in this ocean

Who pulled you out of the depths?

Don't leave it and be you

Do not cross the ruins as the wind does

And not with her

Then it becomes a sharp, haunting song

In order not to justify my existence

here i am

Delete my writing and send it again

for me

For me when I'm alone the most

Then we suffocate with passion