Fragile, she was
In life, love and death
Gone, but still, my heart she has
It could have been more than a myth
Your mind ruled your heart
And erected your desperate fence
But then you forgot
Not everything should make sense
You ruined everything we craved
And buried the little things
You slew us with your rationality blade
Is that how everything ends?
Shame on your heart
Shame on your mind
They shredded us apart
And let us collide
In continuation of the old writings of mine regarding the ‘unusual’ and overshadowed romantic style. I hope you like it. Don’t forget to send me your feedback, please. I will be honored if you do.
This kiss on your lips I’ve planted.
Another on your cheek has landed.
A charm by which I’m enchanted.
That might your love I’ve adopted.
Forever it has lasted.
For the love of your soul mine I’ve abandoned
The glitter of your smile left me blinded
Fumbling my way I started
Lost my sight but never startled
Because I have your love in my heart implanted
One side of me that, most of the time, I do not like to show is this one. Yes, sometimes we are overwhelmed by something we see or something we experience, and then an overflow of passionate feelings haunts you and you find no way else to release them but on papers. It feels so great to try to embody someone you wish he\she exists, but what is even more greater is that how can you make people feel jealous of your embodiment of fantasy. This poem is a bit old one. I actually composed it before I was possessed of dark literature and art. I hope you enjoy appreciating it.
Who grants me happiness? Surely, it is you.
Those eyes, those lips, that heart, I’m falling apart, what should I do?!
I’m weak, I fade, I seek, but I still have no clue.
Your touch, your smile, your look purifies anything to sky blue.
Lost and stray, in love I would say, deeply in you.
Close your eyes and listen to the voice from heaven and never ask who.
I’m an ordinary man with unusual plan to win my love for true.
Soon my plan will flourish and I will accomplish what I pursue.
Together we will live, will not save anything I should give, past and hitherto.
That is what is meant to be; from our destiny we cannot flee, all like déjà-vu.
On March 29th 2016, a friend of mine and myself presented a presentation about the history of colonization of South Africa and Athol Fugard’s My Children! My Africa! In the Light of the African-American Anti-Racism Struggle.
We stroke a comparison between the struggles that the black people of South Africa and the United States had suffered in order to obtain their freedom and rights. We also discussed how might Martin Luther King Jr. and Malcolm X actually inspired Fugard with his two main characters Mr. M and Thami Mbikwana with evidence from reality and references from the play. And to make our introduction even more interesting, we decided to start our presentation with a poem of my writing.
We are made of the same mud
Yet, you insist on keeping us segregated
Our veins run with the same blood
Yet, my peace-making attempts have never fainted
O my human brother
Why do you want us both to suffer?
Don’t we all have the same mother?!
I have never treated you as The Other
So why are you treating me according to my race,
religion or my color
You fight me with fear
And all I want is to be to you one step near
Stop your war and accept my rose
It is time for us to increase the love dose
If only walls can speak
To shout out loud for me
To wake that cold soul, that lonely bleak
It may make me see
All I live is a lie
That smile I have to fake
That farewell I wait
To say my last goodbye
All that can be seen
Through my looking glass
Bid my heart, and lean
Shear off my lass
Slap that face, twice
Take its pulse once
Kiss that cheek thrice
God bless that vice
Stop pretending you’re alive
You are truly the walking dead
Invincible to knives
But feelings are so vulnerable to shed
Everything we do is but a reflection
Our attitudes, our actions
Our long-unforgetten passion
The overdue sanctions
Here it is, in sum
The story of my distorted soul
All my contradictions, or some
My last appeal, my final call
Poem Credit: Mo’men Ashour
Just the moment you think things cannot be any worse, you get another slap on the face to wake you up from that dream. It feels like a battle is going on between a buffalo and a rhino. No match in strength but match in resilience. The first maneuvers by hit and run and the last attacks with deadly strikes. Now it depends on your skills of dodging and executing counter moves. And may the odds be ever in the favor of who has the better endurance.
Why life is always unfair?
Will destiny ever leave us alone?
Everytime we try our hearts to share
We cry, writhe and yearn
We stand up, walk and wipe the tears
But the pain is still inside burns
A growing hole in the heart appears
Good old memory greatly moans
Will this ever going to come to an end?
Why can’t you just leave me alone?!
Or you just want to watch me bend?
No, because I don’t do the give up thing or groan
Credit: Mo’men Ashour