Tree of Life

اشتريت شجرة مليئة بالغصون
مورقة الجفون

و مضيت ...

اتخذت منزلي الغيوم
وتبعثرت أوراقي على رصيفي
اتخذت منزلي الشجون
لم تعانقني طريقي
ارتشفت من صوت الأنين
فجاوبتني أصداء الظنون

لم يعد على شجرتي الا وريقة
لم يعد على غيمتي الا أنا وبضع شجيرة

وهكذا يكون من عانق الجنون
ومات في صمت بلا عيون
لم أرى الا الغيوم

These days

Burning wood to get warm
Burning my feelings to feel strong.
Till all become ashes

Back Home

Take me back home
Before the dawn
Before the stars collapse
And I grow old

Take me back to the yards
And the empty gardens of the sky
Before the sun shines

Take me back to the lap of freedom
And the nest of what was
Before the wind comes and blows the memories away in the sea of time

Take me back to the faces I know
Before the tears close the lights of my eyes and fall

I am not afraid of the time
I am afraid of the rhyme,
that Plays and fades
And I lose my smile

Take me back home before I die.

Tears

Tears, on empty papers
Soon they get dry and disappear
Like the unspoken novels
Narrated by the time
And like the shadows of darkness
they are there but real they are not
Soon after we get accustomed to departure and pain , we disappear.

CD Tracks

I stopped at the bus station
Hesitant
Confused emotion
Smiles were twisted with hidden imagination
Words could not come out
While my CD tracks are still playing
I left the bus station
Everything changes but my CD tracks are still playing
Same words
Same tones
My CD tracks are still playing
I remember, I forget and the Tracks go on playing.

Identity

The night kept fighting the day
The corners of the house tried to escape
All want to be
Despite the time
Despite the place

And I, I don’t belong
Neither to a homeland nor to the time

I am the wind which blows to steal the pollens to the folds of the fields
I am the foam of the sea which travels the oceans on the eyelashes of the waves
I am the light which touches the details of the day till the night comes, and then travels away to live in the silence of the days.

And after traveling all the way
I come back to my window
After the night has melted
And the day got tired
My journey goes on in the silence of the seasons
While I am not belonging to any origins.

half decades

I have devided my time into half decades
I have distributed my emotions into 100 pots
I am still in my first half decade
The 100 pots became a garden
The edges of the plants hug the sun
The roots of the trees twist the ground
I grow
And my shadow grows
I know
And my soul knows
Time though decided to freeze and never to go.

Behind the curtains

My world is made of transparent curtains
My people are shadows
And my world is mirage
I don’t grow and I will never go
Do you understand?
Do you see?
The curtains covering the dreams

Renewing my contract

As the vapor comes out of my hot cup of tea
And I travel with my thoughts to somewhere
I grow old
I draw my world
And surf the folds
I find no one but you as my gold
And before the tea gets cold
I realize that time took all my hope
I will not renew my contract with time
And keep waiting till you smile and say we won’t die.

Ever lasting ashes
Eternal shadow
Keeps wondering outside my room
Knocking the door in the night
Asking me if I am alright
And I reply good night
Before the dawn I wake up to start my fight
With the reflections of the memories
And the legends left behind

Every morning I drink my bitter tea
Watching the vapor and your old eyes