I know that life is here

I need the light to accommodate my thoughts
I need a house to accommodate my dreams
I need your eyes to write a poem
And I grow old, you become my memories and my dreams
Come tomorrow or someday
I will wait for you
I will wait you here
And I grow old, you become my memories and my dreams
Or let us meet on some cloud
While they are traveling on that sound
The sound of rain, the sound of time
And I grow old, you become my memories and my dreams
It is everywhere
It is just right here
I have a small heart to cry , and some few thoughts to let me dream
And I grow old, you become my memories and my dreams

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

Little time in love

Little time

You try to forget
The first beat of love
And if you could drive
You would have driven away
To a happier place
To a happier day
That exists in your mind
And in your smile
You would escape
Just for a while

Little time

You feel hypnotized
You feel paralyzed
Like a cloud surfing the edge of the sea
Like a shadow hanged between earth and sky
Belongs to nowhere

Little time

Sensual, mysterious, something inside
Lose yourself
You will feel stranger and you will find yourself
Go and sell your soul
Lose control
Under the arms of satisfaction
Under the snow
White and silver
Heart of gold
But it is lost once autumn falls

Paper Boat

The waves of our journey started moving
Here we are on my paper boat
I extended my sails flying in the high sky
Talking to the details of the breeze and the blows of wind
And from time to time I was rowing the foam of the sea
Throwing it to the tops of the successive waves
Which were carrying it to far shores
Like promising letters
Like scattered memories
While hope is still reflecting from the old pages of the sea
My journey goes on
Every minute we get older
And I am counting the minutes to reach my shore

On the bed

The night started whispering
and the stars breathing
My naked eyes
and your naked eyes
Our twisted breath is like a hurricane
and the threads of the cover are warm
On my chest and on my back
Traveling on the island of clouds
Two hearts beating for the first time
and dreams are splashing on the bed
No secrets and no shame
Dreams without a ceiling
A painting without a frame
The night will never get old and our shadows will remain.

A heart of shadow

Have you ever experimented to be a light?
Have you ever dreamt in the night?
And have you ever had a heart

I have been a light and now I am glances hidden in your eyes
I have dreamt all nights and now I am living in dreams
But I have never had a heart since I am made of shadow

Dreams made of Ashes

I have drawn your photo on my door
Impressive lines
Clear rhymes
I have written to you my messages on the sky by the clouds
Leaves are escaping from the autumn to the shadows of the spring
Trying to catch up with tomorrow
And watching the candles of the past
Candles are melting dropping lines of wax on my table
Drawing your face and burning what left of the autumn leaves.
Ashes are flying in my room penetrating the dim lights
And I am enjoying listening to your voice calling me in the background
Some cold and some fears
Hesitation
Why we are afraid
Of Leaves! Candles! Lines or ashes!
I had grown up drawing on the door.

a kiss on a flying tissue

S: life is a continuous goodbye, setting us in departure sea sides. till our scarves become of stone while waving.

Among the Crowds

The princess of the cities
My Capital
And a loud voice shouts in the horizon
Carried by the color of the sunset.
As the sun disappears the voice goes louder
Calling the princess of the cities
While I am searching for my lost city in silence and in sadness
The dreams play the roles
And memories draw tomorrow with undetermined features
And this is the way fate goes
Hides behind the silence of the sunset
Even after I reached my city I lost my addresses

The Train

I have stood on the edge of the pavement
Many cars passed
Many birds passed
I saw some little leaves on the ground
And some far smoke was coming out from the chimney of the passing train.
And once I could see its windows reflecting images in my eyes.
I saw many faces
Happy and sad
I saw many eyes
Brown and blue
The train of goodbye carried the images to other destinations.
And I went back to the pavement continued to home under the rain carrying sparks of memories and the reflections of windows of the passing train.

We are vsitiors

VISITORS

Confessions

Who you are !
I wonder who you are
Are you a cloud in this shiny sky !
Or a shadow lives my bed in the nights !
Who you are if you tell me who you are
I am afraid you will escape and just leave me behind

Who we are I wonder who we are
Are we twisted waves in the sea of rhyme
Or leaves thrown on the pavements of the time

If you leave just take me with you
To that mountain there
Next to the small trees
Till they grow and we drink our dreams

No I will stay here, waiting for you
Since you are a shadow and I am the dew.
Who we are again who we are
Are we a moment of departure or an everlasting goodbye!