الليل امراة

الليل امراة

تتزين بالقمر و النجوم

مراتها صفحة النهر الفضية

و عطرها ندى الصبح الخجول

الليل امراة

تحيك وشاحها من دفء عينيك الطفوليتين

و تغزل من تنهداتك الشرقية لحنا للسكون

الليل امراة فوحدها المراة

تعشق  الرقص  حافية القدمين

متدثرة بجدائل شعرها  وقت السحور

 

Written by arabian roses

انا تونسية يا سيدي

انا تونسية  يا سيدي

على خارطتي تعيش كل  النساء

اعشق  شرب القهوة عند المساء

المعطر بالياسمين  و ابتسامة امي الحنون

 اعشق تقبيل جبين  الشجر

فالشجر انيسنا في الدرب الطويل عند السفر

و صيد حبات المطر

لتبوح لي بسرها

كي تحبني  يا سيدي حب الصحراء للمطر

انا تونسية يا سيدي

عشقي لك كعشق الليل للنهار

لا يتغير

و لكن يا سيدي احذر المراة الساكنة في

فان غارت

 صارت كموجة غاضبة

  تشعر بالغيرة من سفينة

تداعب  وجه حبيبها البحر

فان غارت

بكت و دمرت

Written by arabian roses

Invade your heart ,steal his beats and tune them to the symphony of love ! (part 2)

That he’s different from you doesn’t mean he’s subordinate to you. Difference is the fount of knowledge, enrichment and enlightenment and beauty. Allah has created legion of different species of flowering plants, animals,fish, and human. Nature taught all creatures to live in peace and harmony for in their differences lies the essence of their survival. But she failed to tame human beings whose differences set their hearts apart ,and torn the map of their souls.You can sow the field of the other and he can pick the fruits ,that allured his mind ,or soul or heart ,from yours .I’m the other ,you’re the other .I can teach you a lot about my world to understand it better  and you can enlighten me about yours too  in return to not tread on some traps that might ruin the bridge of harmony we’re trying to build together .Because to understand how the other’s world works, is the secret of a strong bond .So ,when the other steps into your territory ,gift him a big basket that is replete with amazing traditions, inspiring folktales ,healing stories, instead of aiming your rifle to his heart.

Written by arabian roses

Invade your heart, steal his beats and tune them to the symphony of love! (part 1)

That she or he left you behind doesn’t mean you’re not worth his /her love .It doesn’t mean  that she or he is ungrateful either. Beginnings  are like delivering  child ;they’re painful ,but they bear life within them . Breaking up is a beginning.It’s a sea that is replete with  pearls of hope, of life,of love, and of change  .You just have to bend down and gather them to make  out of them a necklace to put around the life and take  that crown of sadness, off her beautiful head. Remember  when you look back at those days , to look at them with grateful heart ,because she or he set you free to taste the happiness that  you deserve, a happiness that you didn’t know with him or her.You wish  sometimes that you can turn the clock back to do things differently to make things work .You wouldn’t wish that if that person is worthless. Deep down you believe  there is good in him or her,and that  giving up on you doesn’t mean she  /he is not . The earth never bears grudge against the earthquake  ,because she knows ,it’s nature’s way to  start a new beginning  the next day. There is no timeless  earthquake , nor timeless  sadness either.

 

Tamed

I dream of  a land where

young spring and solemn autumn  can walk side by side

  where the grand sea embraces the timid pond

where stars don’t feel jealous of fireflies.

I dream of an honorable  man

Who wouldn’t mention

the name of his beloved

to  travel only across  his lips.

I dream of a  love

that  makes lofty mountains bend in front of it

and ample sky bless it.

I dream of a land where  woman is  loved

Not tamed.

Written b arabian roses

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