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Ikram Berkache Poem
Because I love you I left.
Because I didn’t know I would love you I couldn’t wait,
I couldn’t wait until you will find the truth about me.
Because I love you I made you believe that I left you,
I left because I don’t love you.
Because I wanted you to continue your life with another one,
I made believe I wasn’t the one.
Because I couldn’t be with you I tried to hate you,
Because I couldn’t hate I pretend,
Because you couldn’t hate me I left.
I left quietly until the day you forget me,
Until you forget all what we shared.
Because I’m too bad and I couldn’t tell you that,
I just left.
Because it is too hard for you to know the real me,
And it is too hard for me to know that you knew,
I left.
I left because I feared that I would want to stay with you,
When I would see your eyes;
That I would like to be with you for the rest of my days,
I couldn’t say good-bye.
Because I can’t send this letter to you
I keep it near to my heart.
I read it every day to remember
To remember you.
To make myself believe
That there is good in this world,
To make myself believe
That I am a human been now beacause I love you.
Copyright © Ikram Berkache | Year Posted 2016
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I hope I remember you for the rest of my life.
I can see your face every single time I close my eyes.
Every single time, I lay my heavy body full guilt on the bed;
I can see you.
I hope I succeed for being alive,
Cause simply when you depart I lost love, hope and the will to survive.
I hope now that you are out of this world like hell,
I can fulfite your will: me being alive.
Just for this simple will I am alive now.
I remember your last breath your last beating heart.
You told me:” I’m sorry that I will leave without a warning,
I am sorry for being selfish and go to the other world alone.
But still,
You need to stay alive for that I may stay alive:
In your beating heart.
Just imagine that my soul is inside yours,
That I breathe whenever you breathe.
Just imagine that every single beat of your heart
It means another life for me,
Every single sight from your eyes is my only world.
You need to stay alive simply because:
“I love you “”
Then he fell,
He just fell from the edge of the cliff.
In his way down, all my happiness disappeared.
Some countable seconds were enough to make me come back years ago
To the one before meeting him.
That girl who had no faith or trust in any body,
And surly no love for a single soul.
Feelings or emotions are words that didn’t exist in her dictionary
Nore in her descriptions.
Back in the days before you,
As I walk in the way;
Never imagining that you would cross my way,
I used to observe people in their eyes as if
They are empty without souls,
Nor past, present or future,
As if their bodies are controlled by the circumstances of their surroundings,
As if they don’t feel nor do they think.
In mush easy explanation: controlled people in a controlling world.
In my case it was the same:
My house, village, the near forest with the flowing river,
All the people I knew or merely accidently met,
Were the writer of my life story.
In much easy explanation:
The pen and the book of my life were not in my hands
I had a young body with an old soul.
I was full of emptiness.
I couldn’t walk in a simple path,
And shamefully I couldn’t return my natural right: Freedom.
To be continued....
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Since my first sight of you;
Who were riding a white horse
Galloping around the forest,
I was just a simple controlled person picking up countable apples
Laying on the controlling ground.
Never feeling the slight soft winds touching my skin’s face,
Never feeling the warm sunshine of the spring,
Appear and reappear under the shadows of the trees.
All my hidden emotions;
Which I thought didn’t exist deep inside of me,
Appeared once I ride the white horse with you.
For the first time,
The old ugly forest seemed new and fresh,
And it still seems like that until now.
On your way down the cliff,
I stared on your tearing face,
Then I noticed: you were happy.
Even if I don’t want to admire it but you were happy.
And you are happy because you live inside of me.
If meeting you was climbing the mountains of my believes,
If it was finding hope in the deep dark,
And in much more easy explanation:
Finding freedom between your two warm arms and wide chest.
Finding me was; for only you,
Like finding the safest path
After testing almost all deferent dangerous other paths.
It was like to calm your anger after firing you spirit with almost all tested feelings.
And in much easy explanation:
Finding a controlled freedom in one single soul: me.
Now what I can remember is you getting further in the deep.
Your body was getting smaller and smaller as you fall.
If you departed on your own feet,
I could claimed your will made you leave,
Then I would be free from your heavy soul inside of me,
Living my life once again tied inside this controlling world
But, no
You departed because of the soil gravity,
It pulled you down as much as it could,
As strong as it could,
And as quick as it could.
Your body had disappeared now,
So deep in the edge of the cliff.
Your soul immediately flew and came near to me.
At that moment all my senses stopped to function.
I couldn’t see, hear, or feel my skin.
At a moment your soul controlled the whole of my body,
And the only face I recognized was your pall face
As you smile upon that white horse
Giving me your hand for that I may leave my prison.
And for some reasons, now;
I can no longer control my body,
Because; simply, you control it now.
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I don’t need that unnecessary love.
A love of limited time based on moral and physical pretendence.
At that moment the feeling was so high much more like I took a glass of bear.
But the moment went by,
And now a scream in the deepest cave is what I need,
In the deep cave where none can hear.
After a complete alienation from this world;
Which was already strangely cold,
Alienation; once again, came to cover this soul:
As a frozen soil covers the last part of a dead body.
As a beautiful soul leaves a well being body.
Or as a weak flower departs from its motherhood earth.
Simply I was left alone.
And when I opened my eyes I kept asking where I was?
And what did happen?
But I knew deep inside , Even if it wasn’t a fact,
That a wind had came and took the bear robe I had upon a wounded body,
Barely covering the wounds and stopping the breeze.
I am naked in a world that it is now stranger than it was before.
At this moment words are not flowing and the anger is so harsh to keep inside.
Words are not coming out,
And it seems hard to even explain my own fear to myself.
Words are nor here,
And that’s what makes me even lonely.
“Me cannot even understand Myself”
“ Had Me step back as the one who had left?”
“Maybe after a beautiful while with who had left,
Me couldn’t stand Myself
And departed as the one who left”
“Or had Me took the initial and went to the other side without Myself”
As lonely as a tree in desert I stand alone naked in this world cold and wounded.
Only a shadow is wandering in a soul that couldn’t find an explained sadness to blame.
This soul had felt emptiness, then it had made you inside,
And it told itself to accept this new feeling,
And then it had named it “ love”.
But why?
Because a glance on the surface of people
It was the only answer it could pop up with.
Then why so?
Well every child imitates his own mother,
She’s the only one, who gave him knowledge,
No wander a full version of her is an exact copy of him,
Whether it’s true, a fact, a good, or a false, an illusion, an evil.
Inside this soul an imitation had conquered every corner.
Then a lure had blinded the space,
And made the room full of candles.
And a candle cannot last more than half a day,
But it forgot, or let me say it didn’t know;
It has never experience life broadly to even know,
A candle cannot last more than half a day.
It amazed me, shamefully
It amazed me too much.
But a rain may come and irrigate the lonely tree.
God would never forget his creation.
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Had sorrow came back with a full army,
Crushing every piece of me in this broken heart?
I have now shaking hands,
Trembling in fear and praying
Praying for a soul which is standing
Standing on an edge of a deadly cliff.
This soul is afraid to choose a path,
Cause it had never decided its own destiny solely,
It is afraid.
It had promised and didn’t succeed to fulfill,
The soul made a pledge between Me and Myself:
“I will never be afraid again,
Not until I will be recognized”
Heal me I am lonely,
And hear the words I want to say.
To God and to his mightily power:
“I am somebody with a lonely soul,
Hanging on a cliff thinking of a sore,
A hardship of a fading face leaning against a family
That is waiting for an ending
In the deadly cliff”
I feel and I don’t dare to tell my inner thoughts,
“A gazette in the mouth of a lion”
The only description that fits me.
I long for an ear of understanding,
Cause I am tired from speaking to deaf people.
Who catch the shallow of the speech.
To a friend, a father, a mother, a brother or sister,
Why can’t you be there when I need?
My heart now is not just broken but it is full of regret.
I regret giving my trust to the ones who don’t deserve it,
And for letting myself being treated harshly.
And then I regret believing that this is what it should be when it shouldn’t be.
I left myself accumulating the hated of years
Until now.
Now I don’t know if I should be full of regret or full of sorrow.
It seems that I can’t even explain my own fear to myself.
I am left as usual alone .
On between an endless sea and a large desert.
And for sure now this mistreatment is an obligation
Upon a soul on the deadly cliff.
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Sometimes I listen to a sad music.
Voluntary I want to bring the past memories,
So that I can never forget
Nor erase the feeling of being with you.
And strangely whenever wherever I listen to any sad song,
You pop suddenly into my mind.
At first you seemed someone I would know for a while,
Then you seemed so perfect that I just hoped the best for you,
Because if I told you my inner thoughts I was afraid you would reject them.
So I just stared from afar and prayed from inside.
Then it came a time I knew much more,
And beautiful your character was.
But still some briars were always there.
And you seemed as a dear friend that I would remember and not call.
And then your bad character appeared,
And that’s when I thought that you are a friend of life.
I just loved the real you,
And respect your secret thoughts.
From that time I can hear your silent screams,
Your deep thoughts.
And still, even if I can’t hear them,
I try to be in your shoes
So that I may feel you, deeply.
Every day is a new day I know you better every day.
I like every aspect in you.
I look to the sky and I thank God that I have somebody like you in between my days,
And the reason why I write all of this now,
Is that I am afraid that you may forget
When I cannot.
I will cherish every memory every feeling I possess,
And I’d like to be your friend until God takes our souls.
What I like about our friendship is that we forget and forgive,
We don’t d stop at the bad memories but on the good ones.
Now that we are in the end I pray for the life of every one of you.
It was a good year an unforgotten experience
May not the place separate us: we’ll be tied forever by our memories.
And I’ll reminisce the good years every time I hear the song that I’m hearing now.
Thank you for being a friend.
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I stared at the endless faces I know,
But they all seem to turn the other side.
Every time I meet their eyes and try repeatedly to face them,
Then again they turn to the other side.
I uttered speeches which they don’t understand,
And sometimes they don’t give the chance to understand.
There deaf ears stopped the worry words of me
And give my presence a chilly existence.
Then it comes that heaven never forget me,
As it whispers into my ears:
” everybody has a chance and now yours is right here ”
I couldn’t understand the whisper at first,
I was hopelessly busy transforming my black skin to a white one;
Just to fit them.
I was put to the corner with ”the refusal items”,
Then was put again in “when needed item is used”.
Simply I breathed the poised air of their breathing.
I felt as I was dying,
But I just assumed my illusion.
Then heaven spoke loudly to me once again:
“Your chance is once again here for you”.
Then I heard,
Ah! A chance came for me.
That chance was not other then you,
I learned self existence and self reliance,
I learned hope and love,
And lastly I came to have faith in my own abilities.
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I’ll consider what is happening to me a mere fate,
And the only exit door is a wait,
A wait full of faith.
We merely expect the worse,
But there is a good in this world,
And this good can be seen by the eyes of mind
And surly that of heart.
Is your heart full of hate and disgrace?
Is it that black?
Then you are seeing nothing.
You are blind in a dark world,
Disconnected from this world,
And finding no exit sometimes.
Hopping then waiting and waiting,
And finely when times comes
You wish you had never hoped
Never hoped, never at all hoped.
Stings are cutting off,
And your body collapse.
Starting from losing your sight
To a partial vertigo,
Senses are out and things are disappearing.
You dislike yourself for liking worthless thing,
And wishing another time to come back
To where you were accepted partially
Not at the least totally.
The feeling of not being liked kills you,
Liked as right of what have you did and do good.
You are not bad in the broad sense and no totally good either.
And remember
Your worthiness can never been seen by the eyes of demons.
Did you wait?
Yes, wait a little bit longer.
The key of your door is nearly there.
Be brave
And battle your own fear.
I’ll be there when you open it
I’ll be there.
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I look to the sky
And pray from inside
And every time
I stand to feel the sunlight
I stand still without a ray
To glow the dark place
I am always in.
I wait all along the time
Believing that the ray may come
When the sun may shine
And wash away all the dirt
And the sadness.
But the long wait ends in an agony
Of an infinite expectation.
And do you know, though
I live in place where
The sunshine had ceased to light
It's been a long time;
People all around
Are unexpectedly living happier
More when the sun was here.
People here stopped believing
Of the sunshine spring tale,
Of the planet of the sun.
I am the only one still waiting.
A blessing or a curse
Upon this anticipating soul
This I do no know.
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I was once hanging on a deadly cliff
Looking into the horizon and then looking into the deep.
“The way down is all mist”
I’ve said with fear.
While the wind was pushing the robe with a slight touch
The only robe that was covering my wounds and stopping the breeze.
The sound came back from the deep
And from the unseen bottom whispers cried
With silence, and told me to come here.
I’ve looked back again
“Maybe somebody is waiting for me over the cliff,
Maybe I don’t need to stop everything here”
Though the silent of the place filed the air,
I’ve heard a scream from afar:
“Take the hand of destiny and believe,
With true feeling scream:
“I have the talent which spread
The happiness and the peace
With the simplest words which I mean””
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