November 2003
To: Salma
Call upon me, to whispers in your ears.....
Call upon me, if you have nothing to say.....
Never occurred on my mind to hurt you,
I'm sorry for everything
perhaps my nostalgia pushes me
I will always be at your side.... If you want to
Read my poems
If you don’t want to see me.....
Oh God, how her look is different
Gone away, away and away
To: Salma
I stand looking at you with my bodiless soul hanging
Gazing at my chosen one,
Writing with every feeling I own
Everything I do, I love her,
She is close by, despite far dimensions
Always swirling on my mind and my dreams
I love thee more with my eyes shut, my lips silent
Listening to every whisper,
She is the one I aspired to live with,
looking at her before sleep and after waking up
it is you.
Spring 2001
To: Nevine Riad
The Rose was extracted from the field ... he ran with it... leaving it in tears, it dried........he kept running, his warm breath increased her desire, the desire to be embraced......the field that attached itself to the rose's roots so as not to fall into darkness was abandoned!
The flower boy took care of the rose; tempted her with his breath and she yielded. She left the field and clung to the series of breath, did the field committee an error in fidelity? Or that Rose was right in her choice as it cannot live without air?
With such bloodshed, what a dignity! ........
Roaring like an old lion,
and bloodshed still floats like rivers..........
Far from resolving to the thorny racism
of the narrow, separating boundaries
Or massacring and destruction, destruction of humans
Is the best solution of the ideal of liberation?
O, you claiming liberty and hope........
Isn't there a stand?
A stand from the tiredness of sitting
Tiredness of numb feet.....
O, you nothing but a human
I shall stand by thee as long as I shall live
for a Utopian liberation I seek
Invisible and not felt
Only in this primitive world
A world of conflict, ignorance, backwardness and corruption
A world that starts from the beginning and hopes float high
Or the stones will still roar?
17-12-2000
To: Nevine
Do you know the calm that precedes the storm?
Or spring, which follows the quintet winds?
Contradictory scenery....felt both of them in my very core, to your love,
You will not be as the old ones once said: I found her!! She is my soul....the white angel!!! No, No, No
I'm not a love beggar, or love for the sake of love! Certainly not….
Although you are not soul because I simply do not know where it is, but it is in me and you are inside me, and I love....me
I've never felt like this before... lying on the sand by the sea, wooing the sunset, owning all of life.
I don't know how long I lay there, gazing at the far away sky.. till the thought of embracing it dominated me; the night arrived with the start of the sea tide percolating, the Earth is much cooler now, I started to drift away without feeling it; water began to cover my body; it was somewhat warm; the wind started to howl with its collision. The swishing intensified with sea and sand coinciding, causing that deep voice from within the shell; the shell fell; sea tide disappeared…with me..... at the night's sunset.
To: Nevine Riad
That life is concluded..
That I wished to spend with you
Ended..
Doors closed in my face
don’t go away from me..
or smile in pity for me ...
But,
Will I still sit under that tree?
Sitting, while clouds pass by..
Or my end had come?
Here is to my smile, which I have nothing else besides to offer..
May it be immortal with the immortality of love
