Conversation II

"You make love songs sound naive and artless"

"It is "us" that make this both real and divine, not me alone neither you alone"

" I believe"

Will those blossoms last,

the serene house by the river?

Our vows, forgotten?

Drifting with the stream.

Shall darkness estrange us,

upon agony, will we walk?

Bitterness hindering,

the view of blossoms,

the river fades.

Shall our home remain,

where our peace and war lay.

Time, as the unknown

lose distance from me upon your sight

I wonder at the summer blossoms,

do flowers grow without pain?

I beg the moon to stay full,

for eternity.

Oh blossoms, if you stay

and the river never fades away

(In an attempt to translate Amel Donquol)

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وردية أحياناً

أنا أم الإله
و أنا ابنتك المدللة
وأنا كل الجوع و أنتَ كل الحنان
فى حياتنا سوياً كافة الاحتملات
ولا تلعب الأقدار دورها المعتاد
علمتنى غش القدر
علمتنى الشعر
و مغازلة القمر
تسبح بداخلى
و تخرج
صائحاً بلغة لم تُعرف قبلك
أنا لا أنتظر اعتراف
فأنا أعلم جميع الأشياء
أعلم ما تريد قوله و متى
أنتَ لى
كل المدى
كيف تتعجب من كونى ما أكون
و أنتَ الذى سوانى أنا
أنا لك لإنى لكَ خُلقت
و أنتَ من خلقنى
و كل ما غيرنا صدى

Who's in?

Not so long ago I used to pay more attention to art in all forms, cultural exposure, gatherings of friends, travel plans, shopping, enjoying my five senses and adding colour to the lives I witness.
My priorities shifted a little over the past few months and it is time for some soul reviving activities:

1. Set my mind and time on finishing those books I started reading.

2. Read more.

3. Have a more organized calender of the happenings of the week.

4. Talk less and listen more.

5. Don't let the lack of money hold me back.

6. Engage in fruitful conversations, and only those.

7. Plan the Eid vacation ahead.

8. Write daily.

Conversation I

You shouldn't be wishing me luck nor strong will,
You should be wishing me irrationalism and randomness to survive this chaotic mess I was born into.
You shouldn't be wishing me sanity, inner peace, imagination or knowledge.
You shouldn't promise me change or even the hopes for it.

All you need to say is this,
"Live and let live"
In replies of that I tell you,
"Our justice will be served when it is time to leave the mess"

Right Now Would Be Good

I'm still waiting for you to come carry me,
run me out of this cell
without a word.

Until I'm able to function again,
know this,
I love you.

Just for the Sack of it

Change is inevitable,
Loved ones die, the perfect job, your career path, political stance, religious stance, social circle, best friend, favorite songs, mobile phone, favorite jeans, weather, homes, blood, favorite food, how fast you type, inspiration, the impossible, fashion, traffic, prespetives, feelings, money, your lighter, your wallet, the handbag you don't go without, markets, stocks, laws, shoe size, bra size, pants size, your whole size, pets, news, favorite candel scent, civilizations, races, how food tastes like, how you like your tea, how you like your eggs, babies are born, batteries die, trees grow, trees are cut down, cars break down, new cars are bought, files are misplaced, new files are made, boss is replaced, you hate the sun, you crave the sun, you hate people, you like them again, you are mainstream, you are individual......

الإنسان إبن الكلب ده
جاب الثوابت و المُسلمات و الإستموات على مجرد إعتقاد منين؟