Fragile Us

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



Mo’men Ashour

A Charm of Love

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

Déjà-vu Love

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.

Same Blood

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

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


Burning Hearts


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.


Burning Hearts


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



Brutal Projection – Momentary Feelings

All of us are haunted by momentary feelings. They happen as a reflection to something we were exposed to, but we must never give in our actions to those momentary feelings. We go through things make us wish we had the power of a dragon and its fire-breathing to wipe off everything to dust and ashes, or the power of God to grant everything to anyone. All I know is that both are wrong and thank God we don’t have everything we wish, for sometime, we really should be careful of what we wish for. Some are driven by those momentary feelings, as a result, they suffer from the aftermath. Some avoid doing anything at all and oppress their feelings and they also suffer from the consequences. And some find a release to those momentary feelings in ways that don’t damage anyone. For me, I release them on papers.


Brutal Projection

Get out of your body and float

Watch from the sky while they burn

Look for who hurt you, snatch his throat

It is time to wipe off what they wrote

Make your last move, take your final turn


Close your eyes and swallow the hate

Open your mouth and breath out the fire

That’s their doom and that’s your fate

It is never too late

That’s a scene to truly admire


Embrace yourself and sweep the ashes

Be at peace, end that brutal projection

No more pain, no more clashes

Start over when the sky flashes

The very end of deception


Poem credit: Mo’men Ashour

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