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Shams Alsaidi Poem
March
Sweet, bitter March,
last year tears haven’t dried out up
till now and yet you
are already at the door,
knocking lightly!
Sadness is still flapping over my head like
a frantic goose, what have you brought with you
to silence its primordial honking?!
I can see your hunched silhouette against the wall
Of my waiting, standing awash with shame,
wringing your empty hands desperately!
O' March , anniversary of tears and smiles,
Memories are pacing around nostalgically, sniffing
the withered roses, leafing through the pages of books
trying to put the haphazard leftovers of a once
beautiful image into shape…
The hurricane that accompanied you once
has subdued, leaving behind a nerve-tearing silence and
a deracinated life!
Don’t wonder; rootless hopes are still roving
over the corpse of a long dead dream, taking
strength from the ever pulsating stars…
March, March , embracer of birth and death,
the breath of eternity has abandoned
your rosy-cheeked child..
The resonance of its happy giggles are
haunting the vacant hours of night, sending me
reeling of longing!
Its face emerges from among the clouds of years, an angelic
Vision imprinted on the face of a mourning moon!
Copyright © Shams Alsaidi | Year Posted 2012
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Shams Alsaidi Poem
I have heard it over and over again, "What God may allow all this pain?"
Consumed up by misery, need and grief, they come to an end with their belief.
If they look deeper in their dubious heart, and begin to absorb life from the start
They'd know that God has crafted life, for us to believe, feel and strive
Life of comfort, relief and ease, doesn’t always trigger an inner peace
Only the ones who work and reach, truly stroll along happiness beach!
God has put life as a challenging test, and guided us to do our ultimate best
HE never meant us to suffer and lose, he just gives us ways and asks us to choose.
If all the clouds get out of sight, how would we exult the bliss of light!
Or how we would value the days of rest, if not with fatigue we get possessed.
As much as we crave life's joyful side, its recurrent sadness we need to abide.
For seeing life through black lenses, will make us with time lose our senses!
The essence of belief is to always accept, whatever for you God has given or kept
No matter how bitter the present seems, or how much with pain the world screams
God only knows what the days hide, don't get deluded by the outside
Believe in Him, let your heart dare, for He always around and forever there!
Copyright © Shams Alsaidi | Year Posted 2011
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Shams Alsaidi Poem
After the storm
The havoc is over and the sun is back
Patching up with light the heart's crack
Devastating is the scene of the aftermath
But there is a flower in the cluttering path
Though the storm was fierce and utterly cruel
The vanishing Hope got up to refuel
Deafening silence is ruling the place
But rhythm is gaining its normal pace
After every storm you are given a choice
Whether to quit or start to rejoice
Copyright © Shams Alsaidi | Year Posted 2013
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Shams Alsaidi Poem
Poets take hold of one thread,
Ponder it , turn it over to question
its strength.
They brush it against the
azure face of the sky, dip it in the
warmth of the sun,
teach it the language of water
and the whispers of wind…
They wrap it around the crystal
droplets of rain falling on a
ravenous narcissi.
Then wait with the faith of hermits
for the breath of the night to blow
about disoriented threads
out of the silver aura of the
moonlight and the intermingled
zephyr of the seasons.
Dangling them from the gold-dripping
edges of stars, they weave them
into a galaxy of feelings mixed
with the wildness of life
Copyright © Shams Alsaidi | Year Posted 2011
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Shams Alsaidi Poem
You must go on!
Our present is dark and full of sorrow
And fog is blocking our view of tomorrow
But your fate and mine are intertwined
Thus, you must go on, don't look behind.
With your hand in mine, we will reach the moon
And defeat the storms and the heat of June!
Our sinister ambience we shall allude.
And paint the world with a joyful mood.
The caliber of darkness is hard to defeat
Yet, if you stay with me, we will be complete
Our unison discharges a piercing light;
obscurity shall dissolve and we will be alright!
The dispiriting whispers are like asphyxiating weeds
That smother your courage and uproot its seeds
The tumbling fortress of your soul,
Will be restored if you pursue your goal.
Yesterday, when the ships of the world
betrayed us and overboard we got hurled
Remember, how you and I, boarded our dreams
as vessels until we reached those translucent streams.
The promising portrait of the coming dawn
Across our horizons will soon be drawn
Just one more step, don't look away
Witness the birth of a new day!
Copyright © Shams Alsaidi | Year Posted 2011
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Shams Alsaidi Poem
The lustrous surface of your sea is
urging me to drown in its intriguing blue.
Afraid to go further, I stand hesitantly at
your mysterious shore, yet allowing your
tides to lick my soul!
Your waves grow in me rapidly,
clogging the flow of my breathing!
I hark keenly to the whispers of the cowries
wishing to unfold the secrets of your
inapproachable depths!
In my dreams, I invade that misty
portion of you, dismember it into
crystal clear droplets which
permit me to see through the secretive
fabric of you, to transfigure fractioned
doubts into certainties…
Your heart, edged in mysterious sweetness
becomes the center of gravity,
drawing the straying grains of my
Being into its infinite grip …
And I so wrapped up in this ageless
shawl of sadness find a refuge in this
turmoil of tussling
emotions to elude a devious stillness..
Copyright © Shams Alsaidi | Year Posted 2010
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Shams Alsaidi Poem
My heart is woven of
The burdens of broken dreams
And the pain of separation!
For years the sun failed to
Penetrate its unwelcoming windows!!
Its land has turned barren!
I thought its bleakness was infinite!
But your presence made
It again suckle the rays of the sun
And spring flowers bloomed
Once more!!
Flowers which wore the color of the sun!
and bore the scent of hope!
I gathered them with trembling hands
And offered them to you!
But their swelling aura alarmed your discreet soul!
And they were returned to me
untouched!
Though I watered them with the rain
Of my eyes!
,the wind of sadness poisoned
Its droplets…
and my flowers withered!
Copyright © Shams Alsaidi | Year Posted 2008
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