01:37

Freedom from Women



What of citadels and the eyes cannot see?
Thrones of women glitter in rotten blood,
Incessant mad emotions curving like rivers,
Storms if ever be but I still cannot fathom,
What of citadels and the eyes cannot see?
Yes, when the hearing has been dismantled,
An uncontested rivalry in domes and pillars,
Battering bones and bricks breaking breaths,
What of citadels and the eyes cannot see?
Loyalty gasped through air to mock mists,
The statues silenced as great walls erupted,
Hollow within and still beget each other,
What of citadels and the eyes cannot see?
Women in swamps of monasteries gather
Deities to associate dissociating society,
So full of themselves that shadows lurk,
What of citadels and the eyes cannot see?
The need to lock monsters in dungeons,
Their cries as loud as explosive thunders,
Then wild laughs tools of seduction,
What of citadels and the eyes cannot see?
As if the scales of justice left to drown,
Citadels forsaking thrones and crowns,
Until the eyes disclosed hidden blinds,
What of citadels and the eyes cannot see?


Tuesday, 11th of November 2014

15:18

A Parasitic Flower

There is something wrong with this streetlight,
It is flickering, fighting to get out of darkness,
But soon – maybe too soon – it shuts down,
It is still struggling and I did not understand,
I did not know what to do in this empty town,
The road ends on an extremely silenced hill,
And I want to walk somewhere. Anywhere!
As long as I get out of this melancholic prison,
Or should I fix this streetlight first and then –
Wait! There seems to be an intriguing flower,
Thorns all over its short thick velvet stem,
Poison enveloping my heart through my eyes,
Although, she is living out of this streetlight,
A parasite? Swallowing the light? Possessed?
I do not dare approach but her crimson petals –
Suddenly, my flickering light just went out!



Thursday, 30th of October 2014

00:41

The Hallow Realm

Trick or never treat
Masked beyond the sacred night
Ghastly mist with fear
Humans weeping for no one
Joyful songs to hear
When death awaits the neighbour
Shadow's illusion
Into the ignorant minds
Suffocating lungs
A poetic emotion
Haiku meant to shock
Eyes horrified from the news
Cursed crisis camps
Humans retreat in sorrow
Shivering stiff spines
Children dreaming of a life
Coloured with beauty
Instead shells are dropped above
Skeletons outrage
Everywhere life still goes on
Sweets on the doorsteps
Masked beyond the sacred night
Trick or never treat



Sunday, 26th of October 2014

12:11

The Story of the Red Umbrella

My previous owner was the humanity’s peace,
Then came the shadows amidst the storm,
And I tried protecting my delicate owner,
Her child cried and tears kept overflowing,

And then she let go.

The gust of wind chained me in this chilly night,
Surrounded by dark skies enslaved by the shadows,
But as the light pierced through the angry clouds,
Through the rain, through the wind, through the storm,
I descended from the heavens as a peaceful red umbrella.



Thursday, 23rd of October 2014

22:24

Hanging Humanity

They hanged me in the middle of the camp,
Rope tied tight to the neck of a knight,
Supposed to be dead but I did not die,
Soldiers kept shouting ‘Die! Die! Die!’
They wanted to kill me but they could not,
I wanted them to kill me but I could not,
Voices of peace came as sharp as my sight,
Strengthening this heart and my windpipe,
I ordered people to discuss not to fight,
I sheltered people’s lands into my light,
I opened my mind to open your closed one,
I even skipped a heartbeat just to reach you,
But here I am sentenced as a war criminal,
Hanging the hanged head of humanity’s hope – sigh –
– Last breath –


Sunday, 19th of October 2014

12:59

An Open Book

You came into my life with a royal exquisite desire,
Wanting to elude me into the volcanic eruptions,
And you never cease with your continuous thorns,
As if a deafening rusty motor on an endless fuel,
Feeding the empty fireplace with heat to produce
A magnificent emotional formula; but only to –
Wound my delicate young heart and to interfere
With my mind emitting voices of iced immaturity,
And yet, I listen attentively to the vast collection
Of stories, of senseless memories, of aching cries.
These passionate calligraphy weighing this paper
Down are but a chance for you to understand me,
To open your adorable mesmerising brown eyes,
To move the curiosity within your delicate fingers
As they keep striding on my ticklish feet leisurely
Moving towards my knees and my concrete legs.



Friday, 17th of October 2014

23:57

Reality: Shadows Surrounding Humanity

I have stopped dreaming about the dilapidating person,
And began to open the vital eyes of the forlorn reality,
Yet, if you observe the time’s dimension in milliseconds
Then you would realise the existence of dark shadows,
Lurking to fish ancient chaste villages for Today’s Special,
Headlines switching from the wasteland to the desert,
As if a show screening for the mindless masses of meat,
No sense of life!
And copious shadows still hunt puppets out of souls.

I have stopped dreaming about the pristine person
As I observed the wilderness in the city of Deer AlZoor,
Smiles did flourish in the small villages along the river,
Until the putrid puppets placed their powerful hands
On the soon-to-disappear persons of joy and glory,
The puppet’s contaminated minds removing all hope,
A move towards ethnic cleansing was just the start,
No sense of life!
And the shadows plan on barricading the city of Dar’a.


Friday, 19th of September 2014

Edited on Sunday, 28th of September 2014

21:29

Dream: Phenomenon in the Desert


Last night I dreamt of a curious person,

Observing experiments on living creatures,
Reporting results, taking a break, stretching,
Walking alone on the desolate sand dunes.
In the dream I saw the silence of time,
Poisonous gas dispersed, village massacred,
Nomadic chants thrown into an ancient abyss,
No sense of life!

And no shadow could reveal except souls in dreams.



Thursday, 18th of  September 2014

21:28

Dream: Panic in the Woods


Last night I dreamt of a pale person,

Sweating, running away hysterically,
There was some sort of smoke behind,
Vague but hazardous shadows lurking.
In the dream I saw his torn clothes,
And the rush of blood of a fresh wound,
Collapsed on the earth of this woodland,
No sense of life!

And the shadows retreated in utmost joy.



Thursday, 18th of September 2014

15:53

Dream: Innocence in the Wilderness



Last night I dreamt of a pristine person,
Covered in newly-polished shiny armour,
Marching alone into the wilderness of era,
Sword sheathed unready for the monsoon.
In the dream I felt his naïve young soul,
Spoiled brat competing for a lady’s hand,
An unknown figure stormed into his neck,
No sense of life!

And the shadow disappeared into thin air.



Thursday, 18th of September 2014