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Munir Mezyed Poem
Thank you… Hiroshima...!
You let all the masks fall,
Revealing
The ugly faces we have
O Hiroshima,
You are flocks of dead sparrows,
Spreading from earth to heaven...
You are our biggest defeat
That is embellished
With shame and disgrace…
We are killed
before we try to kill you…
Our souls are cold,
Covered with mold and mist …
So, will your fire be able to warm them up…?!
O Hiroshima,
We crave to slay dreams,
Sparrows and melodies…
But your suckling grass,
butterflies,
lilies,
Dews and flowers
Defeat us...
O Hiroshima,
In whirlwinds
Ghosts dance over the tombs,
Droning the sound of death..
O Hiroshima...!
Music of death is still playing
In our streets,
Our cities that are replete with death,
And intoxicated with hunger...
Lucky are the dead;
They forget the bitterness of memory…
Yet, I try to forget but to no avail…
Could I ever be able to delete Hiroshima
From my memory
Whilst every city might become Hiroshima
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Munir Mezyed Poem
In my revelation
The harp of the goddess of lyrics Persists in playing
I sing....
In the beginning was my beloved and the spirit of God was moving
Upon the face of waters....
My beloved is a godly mermaid with legendary colors.
She descended from heaven unto my waters....
I bathe her in the brine of my tears....
Subtle in her long braids..
Floating in my spirit singing to me.
She intermingles her essence with my burning desires,
Lights the candle of my verse with nectar and passion.
Oh, my beloved, how far I am from you
But I am nearer to death!
Withered like clouds,
Grievous like a violet rose plunged in ice,
And life is but an old, ill man
Thus, I am still waiting...!
Life bears a resemblance to death here,
The eyelashes of the room enclose me,
A lamp in the ark wherein fire warms not the sepulcher
Thus, I am still waiting...!
Am I truly alive..?
Or, is there life living in death?
My wait dances with me, my fears flatter me
And I am still waiting..
I stroll...
I stroll with my ennui, with a spirit enshrouded in mist,
Whilst a sea is rising straight up to the shores of my soul,
And the water soaking the stones of my heart.
In your voice is the murmur of fabled water
Whispering to the sands and stones,
What will come forth, and that will go into a dream,
An eminent dream that will live in concert
And leave with autumn winds.
You appear in the sky saying, Bless this pain,
The pain indwelling in the depths,
Glittering apparently in the spirit
Like a frozen pond in winter.
It echoes like sighs coming from a distant flute
Filling the air with melodies.
Melodies which are chanted by gods
Who cry and moan with the sad tune.
They pray, and call,
"O Allah, who is he who makes souls cry..?"
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I love you,
Nay, I hate you…!
She let me leave for a dream,
A dream which turned out to be
My nightmare
Lost in its swamps,
I wandered,
Pursuing threads of smoke…
No place could embrace my weariness,
But cold, dead emptiness
Sheltering my soul…
Pale, cold and sad,
The Moon lost its brilliancy,
And night became long and heavy.
She planted me in her bosom,
Making me dream
And live in a different world.
I love you,
Nay, I hate you…!
Nay, I won't surrender to this madness,
This madness that drags me into you…
I will erase from my memory
Your charming eyes,
Your lunar face,
Your fairy hair,
Your pearly breast…
I love you,
Nay, I hate you…!
I'll cast out of my soul
Your voice and perfume,
Forget the lips
The lips that bathed me with fire and nectar,
And ask the nest of my hand
To let the sparrow of your breast leave…
After all, will I be able to forget
And reconcile with my spirit.
Nay...!
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Munir Mezyed Poem
I contemplate the sea…
Behold the horses of dreams
Running over the waves
Like heavenly gleams,
And angelic sparrows carrying the sun
With their silver beaks
Singing in divine joy
The song of love and freedom,
The song of life…
I sail with overwhelming joy,
With my passion,
My dreams,
My poesy,
Looking at the sky
Searching for the face of my one and only…
I travel alone like the sea
No passport
No identity
No borders
No check points
Leaving behind
My home
My language
My sect
My skin color
My worries
My fears
My mother's face
And the sad song…
I wake up with the sounds of aircrafts, tanks, guns,
Then I know that I was dreaming…!
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According to the will of fate
I have come...
I emerge from the flood
A living soul.
My memory is torn by the night.
The night is enshrouded with darkness.
I wander around the world
Searching for a meaning...
I want to drink a toast to happiness...
Here I am gulping the toast to death.
I cry....Is there any survival?
I hear no response...
But the hot winds caressing the grass of silent graves...
And the world plunging into illusion and vanity...
Do you remember the mad rain,
And the wood of the vessel hanging on the summit?
O intoxicated land,
That is burdened with jealous desires,
Bless, and have pity on my soul
For lo! I never enter the place of secrets
Nor lift the cover
On the earth's burial...
My body is prey...
Time is a hunter chasing me
Whilst traps are set for me....
I flee...
I flee with terror and fear...
My footsteps are slowing,
Wearing out with the race
And the veiled fate engraves on my face
With the edge of a corroded spike...
I wander alone in the land of Delmon
The land of eternity
Calling the aged-young man....
The earth cleaves,
And the serpent emerges
Devouring the plant...
Whilst the dream of eternity turns out to be plumes of smoke
Climbing the unknown of the silent wall....
Rest!
Rest, you, the butterfly soul
And ease me of my burden which galls my back..!
Nectar dried out of the roses of fortune..
Whilst death gazes at the butterflies...
The dinghy of desire sails on fire
No water
No shore
And the claws of lust shred the soul
My life is but a womb of a virgin
Delivering a mount.
You are so harsh and mean...!
I receive you for my sorrows
And my perishing...
Hating
Cursing
Loving
I gulp the bitterness of my grief
Thereby planting a forest of thorns in my mouth.
I walk on a path of pain
Chasing a dream...
Threads of smoke....
I grow older and so do the dream and sorrow
At the end of the long path of misery
I surrender unto you
Reposing in your womb....!
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