الجمعة، 5 يونيو 2020

رسالة إلى عزرائيل


‏الموت لا يطرق النوافذ بعد
منتصف الليل كمحب جافل
نوائب الدهر لا تمهل المرء حتى
حلول الخريف
  و رسائل النعي لا تأخذ غفوة في
جيب النذير،
 يصطبح بها الغافل، تفوح منها رائحة
الفصول جميعا
الموت لا يسكن في آثار الحروب و
طيات الجوائح 
قد تلاعب أذنيك بعض
دندنة من ركن قصي
بعد أن تهدأ جلجلة المرح على مائدة العشاء.

الثلاثاء، 5 مايو 2020

Ginkgo



Feb 2019

The thing about keeping
The door ajar for someone's
Promised return
Is that it brings the breath of
Winter in the still of
The night,
Unwanted.
You left without a word
And I waited for you, hand
Calloused on the handle, until
I lost all the feeling in my vibrato
Fingers.
I thought,
One day you would make
Up your mind and
My heart wouldn't shiver anymore,
Unbolting and raising bars seemed
To me a lot harder than
Letting go.
Eons have passed and my heart
Aged well, Deserter, a Ginko tree
Abiding through the seasons
Shedding ache along with its
Dead leaves, standing bare
In the open.
Looks like the cold didn't
Agree with you, out there
Knocking on my windows
For a night's shelter
There are motels for that,
Beloved,
I changed the locks and I
Light fires in my heart(h)
Now.





الثلاثاء، 31 مارس 2020

End of The Fuxking World



Let's not watch the news

Lay your head on my chest, your
Favorite Spiritual playing on
The fake Gramophone.
This, too, shall pass, my love,
And We will bask in the sun light,
Soon
Live until we are old grumps 
Have hot chocolate 
While watching the sunset from
The back of your car, and 
I will whisper in your ear, that 
I love you, dearly. See, I
Have always Differed that confession until 
The moment was right :
The moment will never 
Be right,  one has to hold it
By the throat and make it
Surrender, my love, and 
While some things are better 
Left unsaid, others are 
Always best when they are 
Told in the 
Spur of the moment, this 
Moment is ours, and the 
Night is young, this moment 
Is ours, let no wild petals 
Rest 
On your tongue.



الثلاثاء، 17 مارس 2020

Slurpees


09.01.2019

And I followed the stranger in white rags
To the gateway of the dark place, he had
Disappeared into an ocean of faces by
The time I gathered my
Scattered thoughts and tied my laces
He must be living
Inside
That grand castle of loneliness stuck out
Like a grave in
A flower garden
I stood motionless, fist clinched,
Fingers hardened
On the last bit of disquiet he
Didn't need, lord of the flies
Open the door, please
Let me in, please
I'm not one with this savage world
I've cut all my ties with the past
I saw you, a living ghost, that didn't
Care, I saw you, when no one
Else dared look your way,
Take these tokens of short-lived pity, please
I'm also a stranger, my fingers hurt
It's cold out here
It's too heavy to drag this and walk away
I just want to talk, you
Know how to drift through
This mess without stumbling on
Shreds, you must know how to fix
Things without hurting
Yourself,
Don't you ?
Don't you, Achiless ?



السبت، 7 مارس 2020

أغنية السقوط

لم لا نكتب أغنيات المجد عن 
الجبناء ؟
عن رماة الراية في منتصف الطريق
عن الزاهدين في لذة الوصول 
عن باهتي العينين ،عن تشابه الفصول
عن المترنحين ساعة العزم، هذه أنشودتي 
كتبتها بعد محاولات للنهوض كثيرة
ساقاي تشكيان و هي كسيرة
 أناظر الصحب يتوارون بدخان المسيرة

ألا يتعب الإنسان من الصمود ؟

ألا يكل متن المرء بعد بضع محاولات للنهوض ؟
ألا يهن العظم بعد العثرة الأولى ، و يصبح الربوض
 
غاية الكادح في أوج عناءه
 
هل من خزي في احتضان الهزيمة
و التمرغ في عبير الخيبة 
النظر الى السماء من مرقد العجز
تداخل الأصوات و همسات الغرباء، رائحة الشتاء


بعض الهزائم

تغلب أقوى العزائم.

الأربعاء، 25 ديسمبر 2019

Charlatan


You can't capture me
You can't trick me
You can't fracture me
You can't wreck me
I emerge from the shadows
Wearing a mask
I flirt with the sun and
In its reign I bask
I'm a renegade : a river
Grown fish,
Sliding up the
Waterfall towards
The sea
My truths are laced with lies
You can't read my eyes
Every nonchalant confession
Is a wish.


الثلاثاء، 17 ديسمبر 2019

The Night Was Ours


"The night is ours."

Yes, I missed you, so much I woke up
With a pang of pain in my side, felt
Like watching the roses I got for my
Birthday quietly wither by the window side

I must have smothered them with water.

It is snowing outside and I'm yet again
Thinking of a man I used to know in a
City where I don't know anyone.

Are you, perhaps, thinking of me, at this hour
On a different cloud in this realm of somnolent
Wakefulness ?

I want to rewind to the moment we
Were just starting to take off each
Other's masks and we were too caught
Up in our hopefulness that we thought
We could handle the ugly underneath.

You thought you could contain me,
Drop after drop through the cracks
In the ceiling
Drop after drop I filled you up to
The brim and
Smothered you too,
Perhaps water is meant to flow and
Never to be kept.
When I turned my back on you, the
Flowers in my chest were dead
Long ago
Your last call was a knock on my door
Your apology was a tactful farewell
Carefully brushed, powdered
Lead on its eyes
Lowered down to the depths, slowly
Your apology didn't have much time
To lay out the words,
It was packing when it passed away.

Why are you like that ?

All I wanted was to have the night
For ourselves, whispering away our
Mutual loneliness, you shouldn't have
Stayed so still, letting me gather myself
Within you, until
You couldn't breath anymore,
You shouldn't have stood watching, as
This mess was too beautiful to untangle
You shouldn't be unmasking people, if you
Are going to run away from
The truth,

You fool, let me go
This is my last flower,
From me to you.