Ma Hatha?

Ma hatha

Out there

Is this a dream

Or a storm of realities

تشهق كل هوائي    

ليكشف اصوات اعماقي

Undulating sighs

Embracing whispers

ترتعش وتنتعش

With shreds of desire

Leaking

من شفتيها المرتزقة

They quake and shake

Eyes wide open

لكن الإنجذاب يختبيء

بأعماق صدرها الرنان

Only to come out

In her misguided

Reflection

Defenseless Temples

Last week of march. Still snowing. Expected. A pandemic and the world on lockdown. Inevitable. Negativity has reached its boiling point. Corruption. Selfishness. Materialism. Crime. Drugs. Pollution. Vanity. Absurdity. Stupidity. Greed. Hate. A corroboration in the form of a germ. A parasite. A virus. An infectious disease. Loss of control.

23.3.2020

(artwork by Jakob Schmidt)

March raindrops

I tell her it’s an exercise in opening up

You know

Enough to circumnavigate

Your wandering thoughts

Your undeniable attraction

To one

Acquainted with a star

Curiosity runs high

The day showers water down

Your sense of belonging

Your sense of expectation

Raindrops

Spring

Pandemic

Lockdown

Raindrops

Spring

Pandemic

Lockdown

29.03.2020

"Kushe, Kifak? All Good?"

https://www.1on1projects.org/kushe-kifak-good/

koulou shaklen

Does she feel lonely without him

Or is every muse temporary?

من نفس الجنس بل عجينة أخرى

As he inhales one more breath

قبل ان يفكر بمستقبل أفضل وأنسب

She imagines

It is all that remains

من الأيام والسنين التي مضت

And will never come back

بأي شكل

Only desired shackles

That hinder our human

Growth

Explained

A bland face

Neutral almost

Expressionless

As the brain

Does not stop

Working

The mind does not stop

Wandering

About the heart

That does not stop

Searching

For a glow a voice a calling

A moment of clarity?

An instance of epiphany?

A light an answer

Would be worth

Stretching

The muscles of my surface

To uncover my limited canvas

And reveal my versatile smile

1.01.2020