Don’t shoot!

Wait Sir  ! Don’t shoot !

I need to comb my tousled  hair,

And wash my stainy face.

Oh !There is a hole in my shoe too

Wait sir  ! I won’t be late ,

I am going to wear my father’s shoes,

They are as big as the  gracious sky

But they fit because I walk like him,

My grand mother told me once .

Have you ever flown a paper plane,Sir ?

There is a hole in my paper plane,

Like the hole in my father’s skull .

Wait Sir, don’t shoot !

There  on that lonely  hill ,

I saw a  flower  this morning,

Do you think my mother will forgive me for

My dishelved clothes?

I didn’t know you’re coming for me .

oh !  I found a flower for your mother  too!

You need to hurry up before  it fades

Sir ,why are your eyes full of tears  ?

Written by arabian roses

 

 

ثورة عشق

.تعاتبني اذا غضبت ولا تفهم ان الرعد يدمدم اشتياقا للمطر

تقف وسط الفوضى التي رسمتها في محرابك  مشدوها

كراهب يقرا رسائل حب لاول مرة

تقرا جنوني في قلم الشفاه المكسر وقارورة العطر المراق

.ولاتفهم سطور حنيني فيها

.هذا ليس جنونا بل ثورة عشق يحتضر في دفتر يومياتك

by arabian roses

Yesss my poem ‘The Storyteller’ has been published on the Voices Project

http://www.thevoicesproject.org/poetry-library/the-storyteller-by-sihem-hammouda

 

A Fighter without arrow dedicated to Marius Mocanu

…Then they lived happily ever after.

Nay, it is neither a folktale an old sailor

Could tell to kindle the flame of adventure

       In the soul of a retired ship dimmed,

Nor a sealed love letter

From an enchantress  to a hermit.

It’s an epic about an ordinary man,

Whose  name will be chanted in battlefields

When fearless soldiers are vanquished by fear.

 Before his exploits, invincible Hercules,

And grand Hannibal would bow in awe,

For unconquerable foes they fought

But inevitable fate he tamed.

It’s an epic about an ordinary man

Who taught fallen heroes that

  Hardship is his majesty’s gift

To strong souls for only

A strong soul could bear hardship

And   when a gift is taken from you

Dig for unnoticed blessing deep in you .

Written by arabian roses

 

 

 

 

Do you love her ?

He happened to turn around,

To see her teasing  the drunk ground,

With her  bare toes like a spoiled child.

She turned to him , and his oriental  eyes

Embraced hers as

 An expatriate embracing  an old letter

Smelt of  his torn  homeland.

“Do you love her? ” She asked.

“Who?” He said

“The rain.” She answered.

“Yes  I do” He smiled.

“Who do you love more ?Me or her?” She asked.

He smiled  affectionately at her,

“Are you jealous of the rain?”He asked .

“The rain is a woman ,isn’t she?” She said.

“Yes it is.For that I love her.

Her  dormant  revolt is enkindled

By a rain drop breaking gracefully along his lips

Then travels secretly to his  covert cities.

She averted her dewy eyes,

Black pearls falling down

Her soft burning cheeks.

He approached her laughing and saying:

You are  jealous of  the rain aren’t you ?

I  love her because she resembles you

You are the rain  and she is you .”

Written by arabian roses

She and Majnoun Leila

When  night falls and his madness is allayed ,

 Towards the deserted poems she slips away.

 His French coat asks about her unknown destination,

Whenever she travels by a French painting.

And her silver earring asks the cold floor,

About a lost beloved with a feverish  longing,

While she goes on searching

In the forgotten  verses,

For an old  name  reminiscent of his name

Or a woman that resembles her

But the old poems tell her

That Majnoun Leila  is reproaching

His insanity  for she is the most  insane of all

For a beloved has nothing but his insanity

As a  sincere proof of  his eshq.

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-Majnun Layla (Arabic: مجنون لیلی‎ Majnun Layla, “Possessed by madness for Layla”) also referred to as (Persian: لیلی و مجنون‎ Leyli o Majnun, “The Madman and Layla” in Persian) is a love story that originated as a short, anecdotal poem in ancient Arabia, later significantly expanded and popularized in a literary adaptation by the Iranian poet Nizami Ganjavi who also wrote Khosrow and Shirin. It is the third of his five long narrative poems, Khamsa (the Quintet).

-ʻIshq is an Arabic word used in Arabic as well as many other languages. (Arabic: عشق‎; in Persian: eshgh; in Urdu: ‎ ishq; in Dari: eshq; in Pashto: eshq; in Turkish: aşk and in Azerbaijani: eşq), means “love”.

Your Love Kept me Alive

It’s the love for a childless land that kept a farmer alive.

It’s the love for honor that kept a wounded soldier alive.

It’s the love for health that kept the sick alive.

It’s the love for challenge that kept a mountaineer alive.

It’s the love for hope that kept the unfortunate alive.

Life has many crowns ,but they are all adorned with  precious  love.

Written by arabian roses.

 

حبيبي و المطر

حانت منه التفاتة اليها 
وهي تضرب الارض الثملة
.بقدميها كطفلة مدللة 
التفتت اليه و احتضنت عيناه الشرقيتين عيناها 
كمغترب يحتضن رسائلا قديمة

تفوح برائحة وطنه

?قالت :هل تحبها

?قال: من 
.قالت: المطر .
.قال: نعم .
?قالت : اتحبني انا ام هي اكثر 
:ابتسم في حنو وقال 
?اوتغارين من المطر
قالت وقد سعرت ثورتها
حبة مطر تتكسربغنج فوق شفتيه
ثم تسافر سرا الى مدنه
?اوليست المطر انثى
.اجابها :بلى. لهذا احبها.
,اشاحت بوجهها الندي عنه
وقد تساقطت لالئ سوداء
.فوق خديها الاسيلين
,دنا منها وهو يضحك
لم اعلم انك من المطر تغارين
فانا احبها لانها تشبهك
.فانت المطر

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The storyteller

The rain  her princely dance finished,

And to the  moist stage rainbow ascended.

The young storyteller hastily  unfolded

His shawl  then spread  on the  ground.

The children  were waiting restlessly,

Like a bracelet around

A Persian princess’s  ivory ankle,

And a hungry flame is burning inside.

Tell us the story of

Th seaman and the mermaid

Or the wizard who lost his magic wand.

An angelic whisper lulled the

Dusky souls hiding in the old tales

Forgotten in The young storyteller’s saddlebag.

Today I am going to tell you

The story of  orange ,yellow, blue

Green,violet ,indigo and red;

The seven  brothers  living in harmony together

Melting into each other ,

But never become one,

For their difference is what wove

The rainbow  .The storyteller princely said.

Written by arabian roses

Casa /Home

Trate de escribir

una canción de libertad.

cierro mis ojos,

pero lo único que veo

es a una mariposa

atrapada en telarañas

y a una muñeca

perdiendo su casa…

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Home

I tried to write

a song about freedom.

I closed my eyes

But all that I can see

Is a butterfly caught in

cobwebs

And a doll that lost her home.

Written by arabian roses

Obsessive love

Your obsessive love  is torturing  me ,

Like a boat under the mercy

Of  a capricious wind.

And the aroma  from a tender caress,

Left in my books,

has opened my wounds,

Like a wounded pirate

Embracing the serene sand,

and suffering in silence

his loss.

Written by arabian roses

Amor obseso

Tu amor obseso me tortura,

Como   barco  a la merced

Del viento caprichoso.

Y el aroma de una  caricía tierna

que dejaste  en mi libros

abriendo   mi heridas ,

Cual  un pirata lacerado

Abrazando arena serena,

 Sufriendo en silencio

Su pérdida .

Written by arabian roses

My first poem in Spanish :D Cuando llueva / When it rains

Cuando llueva

Cuando llueva, escribiré tu nombre en suelo

 Para que  viaje tu generosidad

  A través de las venas de tierra

Regando mi  tímido  simiente para convertido

En   jazmín blanca  perfumando   noches  tristes

O en generosos arboles alimentando a los pobres

Sin arrogancia y sin humillación

Porque en tu nombre , habitan  los secretos del amor .

arabian roses

The soothsayer

She took his rough hand in hers,

Passionately embraced his soft gaze,

Then closed her enchanting eyes,

“A thorny path is awaiting you “,

The soothsayer  whispered, 

“With rubies it is studded.”

 A  diamond  escaped her eyes .

 

To his lips he raised her trembling hand,

Kissed  her palm, then  reassuringly  said:

“A wife’s satin touch  can smoother  the unevenness of life ,

And a mother’s  passionate prayer can remove  unyielding mountains.”

 

No charm can  shield a soldier,

The wife in disguise ,tearfully continued,

Against  the fatal clasp  of fortune.

He was molded  in  his mother’s womb

And  will end up in the earth’s womb.

So will all mortal souls.

 

Written by arabian roses

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If…

If a beggar  knocks at your towering  door

Smile away  your scowling wrath

for a genuine smile   for the poor

is  shimmering alms.

Fill  his hands  stained with soot,

And God will purify your defiled soul ,

For a satisfied beggar’s prayer  ,

 is your unbreakable  armour,

when Soulless misfortune

breaks bondage of  its bitter soldiers.

Written by arabian roses

The lonely scarecrow

He wanders through the breathless

Battlefield of  life  .

Above him,

The  scarlet sun withdraws her spears

And night wraps his serene shawl

 Around houses’ shoulders

Grand and poor.

He doesn’t  yield for he believes

That when solemn autumn breaks

Summer’s painting brushes,

And winter cries,

sprightly spring comes by.

In the heart of  the battlefield of life,

A  lonely scarecrow,

Resting beneath the shade of a willow,

Is teaching dainty daffodils

 That neither a ghastly smile as his

Nor a raging rifle as his master’s

Can  take away what the divine

Hand  has bestowed on a famished soul.

Written by arabian roses

My home is a book

I wish my home was a book

I would  live in a fairy tale

And live happily ever after.

I would conquer wonderland

In children’s stories

Then surrender to orphans.

I would steal  a magic wand

To rekindle old women’s  smiles,

be a knight

reign a land

wherein bread is for all

and water is dulcet

and untarnished  like a maiden’s soul.

Written by arabian roses

Healing

His love was a pact

But you love me unconditionally

You look into my heart

While he looked into my eyes

He couldn’t put up with my flaws

But you  show me the way to correct them

You hear  my long prayers

While he complained  about my loving  talks

 What is to gain from a short- lived love?

What is to gain from a secular love?

Love of a man is like sea waves,

Rises and falls

But the love of Allah i s like waterfall ; steady and strong.

 Written by arabian roses

انا تونسي شئت ام ابيت

. انا تونسي و تشهد عن  ذلك خارطة ميلادي

. و الارض التي تحملت خطواتي المتعثرة عندما كنت صغيرا

انا تونسي عربي اجيد تكلم لغات العالم

و لكني لا اكتب قصائد حبي الا بالعربية

.فهي لغة موطني موطن الحب تونس  

انا تونسي مسلم سمعت السماء ابي و هو يؤذن في اذني

.و صلوات جدتي على اجمل المرسلين محمد صلى الله عليه و  سلم

فكف عن تغريبي و تكفيري فردائي الذي لا يشبه رداءك لايترجم  عن عدائي

 و افكاري التي تتضارب مع افكارك لا تعني اني  فوضوي

بل تونسي يعشق الالوان فبدون  الوان لكان قوس قزح حزينا

.و تونس اميرة عربية تعشق ارتداء الاثواب الزاهية

ابعد عن صدري بندقيتك المهترئه 

 فصدري ليس بيتا للرصاص الجبان

  بل لاغنيات امي الجميله عن فارس 

حر لايهاب امتطاء ظهور الجبال 

يسمونه التونسي 

 

Written by arabian roses

 

War of Roses

Yesterday,I was a knight

But today I am a warrior.

A knight ‘s offering is a mild rose

But a warrior’s offering is  a wild soul.

 I shed my armor to shield my wounded heart

And go to the battlefield of your love

with one hand I drag  my coffin

with  the other I hold my honor.

I will fight viciously like a warrior

but die nobly like a knight.

Today,either  I win back  my soul

 Or drop my weapons at your feet

To become eternally  the captive

Of your bewitching eyes  .

Written by arabian roses

Childish pencils

He kissed his butterfly goodbye,

 freed his swing hanging from

His grandfather’s old apple tree

And embraced the wind perfumed

with his grandmother’s lullaby

That  was watching  him

walking away

With a prayer on her trembling lips.

It’s a land where boys

Chase death not dreams,

It’s a land where roses

Are colored with crimson ink

not childish pencils.

Now and then an epic hero

Arises from the tormented  heart of

A  little Palestinian boy.

Written by arabian roses

The Mad Poetess

In a  poetry book lives my prince charming

Taken captive by poems.

Being swept , poesy fears,

Into a burning  ocean of  tears

If he enfranchises  him

For his words are enamoured with

 His angelic eye smile,

weaving it into   sighs

for poets every night.

My wrath tore my treacherous poems  asunder

and my jealousy burned down my charmed words

My prince charming is my captive

and no woman but me

Will guard him

not even  my hymns.

Written by arabian roses

شاعرة مجنونة

يعيش حبيبي في ديوان شعر

سجين القصائد 

يخاف الشعر لو حرره

ان يغرق  في بحر من العبرات

فلقد تيمت كلماته بابتسامة عيون حبيبي 

فمنها  تغزل كل ليلة اهات للشعراء

مزق كل قصائدي غضبي

واحرقت كلماتي غيرتي

حبيبي هو سجيني

و لن تحرسه  امراة سواي

حتى و لو كانت صلاتي

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عندما يبتسم حبيبي

تجهم وجه حبيبي

فتلون وجه السماء

و تململ البحر الفضي

فقد اشتاق الى دياره الزرقاء

امواجي ماعادت تعرفني صاح البحرفي الم

قد تجهم وجه حبيبها ثانية اجابت  السماء

ابتسم حبيبي

ناديت

فعندما لا تبتسم

يضيع سحر البحر الازرق

بين الغيوم

تمر الايام بدون تاريخ

و تصنع الشمس و المطر

قوس قزح من الوان حزينة

ابتسم حبيبي

فعندما تبتسم

المراة في

تصبح ملكة

تبني مدنها من ورق الياسمين

لكي تكتب على جدرانها  رسائل حب

لم تكتب  قط

ابتسم فقد اشتقت الى مدني

ابتسم حبيبي

فعندما لا تبتسم

المراة في

تصبح ملكة

لا عرش لها

فابتسم لكي تعرف مدني السلام

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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

 

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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

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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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A Holy Whisper

 When   hardship enslaves you

I will  fall on my knees and pray hard

With  my heart

And my prayers will find you

Just as the river finds the sea

For a prayer  is a holy whisper

That never loses  its way

It will find you and  set you free.

When capricious fortune frowns at you

I will raise my hands in prayer

And your days are going to turn into

  A garden of roses.

When your box of wishes is  torn

By the skilful hand of life

Don’t blame the carpenter

Call  God’s name and pray

to mend your box and grant your wishes.

Never knock the door of human soul

God answers your call instantly

but  a carpenter usually  procrastinates .

Written by arabian roses

My earthly stars

I will tame fireflies

And turn them into earthly stars

To illuminate your  long way

In a starless night!

Don’t forget to kiss

Your  loving mother’s forehead

And thank  caring God

For your blessed day

Before you go to bed.

If you do,my fireflies will tell me on you.

Sweet dreams to you.

Written by arabian roses

I am in love

I’m in love with the wind  that never gets tired of  carrying  my paper  boats .

I’m in love with the moon that sprinkles light in dark paths.

I’m in love with the rain that plays for me music of life when  I feel down.

I’m in love with wild butterflies .They’re angels in disguise.

I’m in love with rainbow that draws  hope everywhere.

I’m in love with my diary that keeps my secrets.

I’m in love in love that makes our tears more precious than diamonds.

Written by arabian roses

A Frozen Wish

Embrace the  troubled waves

To comfort her worries

When her ungrateful ships forsook her

To conquer new home.

Soften  her pain when broken against rough rocks

Like a frozen wish broken along the lips of

An old woman

In  her lonely birthday.

Thank  the sea

Just as

  The  parched desert thanks the rain

For cooling   the flaming sun’s whispers

against your  soft skin.

Learn fidelity from the wave that  has never abandoned  her shores.

Bathe your soul in the salty ocean

To know how tears shed by a broken heart taste,

To never hurt a bewitched spirit by love.

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When the wind blows out my candle

May that light in those eyes that

Have always watched over me

As a child

 With love , fear and grace ,

Keep  glowing like shimmering stars.

May that smile on your angelic face that

has nurtured hope in me ,

Blooms like  a  dainty rose.

I  pray hard  mother

that your days will be studded

with Jasmine,

 White  and dulcet ever after,

And  that sorrow never finds

  A way to your  heart .

Your blessing prayers are enlightening my path

  when the wind blows out my candle

Heaven is under mothers’ feet,

Allah has promised,

And I vow  like a knight

to be a decent man

to be together again

In paradise .

Written by arabian roses

When the wind blows out my candle (dedicated to Qusai Hanandeh’s mother)

My home is a book

I wish my home was a book

I would  live in a fairy tale

And live happily ever after.

I would call children’s stories

my grandson and  my grand-daughter .

I would steal  a magic wand

To rekindle old women’s  smiles,

be a knight

reign a land

wherein bread is for all

and water is dulcet

and untarnished  like a maiden’s soul.

Written by arabian roses

Farewell my love,the earth said

I saw from afar the shy sun untangling her  golden locks,

And the dainty moon  trying on  his silver cloak,

The  stars  too are  busy polishing their foreheads.

I also heard  my arabian roses reproaching the wind

For  messing up their beautiful petals

And the nightingale is hushing them for

The earth is embracing her love Ramadan.

It’s time to leave but she can’t let him go.

Eid is coming tomorrow,

The sun and the moon tell her,

You have to  wipe your tears

 And welcome him with a big  smile,

for children doesn’t love sorrow.

But after 30 day-stay

It is  hard to say goodbye

With a deep sigh  the stars say .

Written by arabian roses

The lonely guitar dedicated to June Pauline Zent

His forgotten heart

Feels lonely.

  So does his old guitar.

His rough hands molded

By faceless  time,

Yearn for

A  tender touch

To rejuvenate

His  antiquated melodies.

So does his lonesome guitar.

The veins of life in the old man

Are parching

Rust  has made of

the strings of  the guitar

His eternal home.

From afar the Northern star

Listens to sad love songs

played by an old woman on a broken guitar .

Written by arabian roses

A sepia tone pencil drawing by June Pauline Zent 18×24  I took it from ″ http://zentcreativeblog.com/

Innocence with the bow and arrow

They disrobed him of his innocence

And ordained  him a soldier,

They smashed his  childhood dreams

Under their giant feet,

Then scattered them

along  the mantle of a heartless life .

They effaced his  good name

And carved on his fragile heart

a bow and arrow .

His shrieks torment  the serenity of

river’s ripples.

And gracious wind longs for

His gentle laughter .

From afar ,the moon was watching

a tormented mother

wandering  the rosy earth

chasing  her toddler ‘s fading perfume .

Written by arabian roses

Elusive Love

His hair is disheveled

And he is dressing modestly

Whispered the Northern star

To the  blushing sky

The dusk is approaching

Urged the solemn night .

Their poems

Bathed in passionate  tears

tears him apart ,

the sky said ,

The sigh of  their tortured souls

by the whip of  a mortal  love

torments him

a mortal love

elusive love

like

ship sails ,

 is attuned with the wind

of  beauty ,of  wealth ,of power

and doomed to die away some day.

The sad moon at last peered through the dark veil  of night

He  prayed that their hearts will be invaded by

  an army of  love the flame of which keeps burning

In all seasons ,

A  genuine love

makes soul aglow

it’s the ardent love of Allah .

Written by arabian roses

Surrender

You reproached me for scratching the fair sky

Those are the  love poems

My restless  heart  is repleting with

And only big sky can contain them

so I entrusted her with .

You reproached me for disturbing sleepy stars

You made a wish  last night

I  wanted to give you a shooting star

 To mak it come true,

That’s why I tried to wake them up.

You reproached  me for coloring  my dark hair   blue,

You   love blue sea and I  wanted you to love me too.

My love for you  is bigger than  lofty sky

My love for you is deeper than  blue sea

But today I disown you of my heart  territory

And abdicate  my throne  of servility

  to seek a land

where her lord treats me like a  fairy queen.

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A truce with a pirate

You seized  my  merry love letters

and turned  them into  inconsolable paper boats

Then summoned seagulls and

Declared yourself an emperor

Of conquerable words.

You stained your sculpted face  with

their  ethereal blue dew

to feel the softness of  a tortured heart,

to pass on  to your deserted veins

its sweetness,

and take you to untamed sea

your dauntless ships have never tasted  before

 the sea of homesickness .

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Smile tender souls it’s a new day , another chance for a happy ending =)

smile

Smile , for when night spreads his wings ,your smile becomes  the sunshine.

Smile, for when a heart breaks down,your smile becomes the bridge to the soul.

Smile , for when luck frowns, your smile becomes the ray of hope.

A  smile  is your  gift when you’ can’t afford buying him or her a gift

A smile is  the remedy that you recommend  without  prescription.

A smile is your wordless speech of kindness.

A smile is your  outward  message of love.

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A letter from the sea

The sea took the sun hostage,

Said the  breathless dawn,

I saw him summoning an army of  upheaving waves

And   building an unconquerable castle.

 

He made  the sun his queen

the sky sighed,

Always the sea has been true to his word

I  give in my  blue color

And he never takes our  gracious sun.

 

He made the sand his messenger to us

the moon said,

It’s a letter from the sea

 

Since the dawn of man

The waves  have carried your ships

of war and of peace.

The lovely sand guarded your letters of love

you entrusted with

and  lay it at the feet of the beloved.

I has  gifted you pearls to adorn her crown

after your reunion .

 

But you discrowned me for

your greed stole all my pearls

And  tarnished  my virgin waves.

you also  turned my  prestine sand into a graveyard  of evil .

 

Today I took your sun hostage and make her  my empress 

To bring warmth to the cold heart of  an emperor

Whose throne was unsurped .

Your  night will be eternal till

Dolphins come home again .

 

Written by arabian roses

 

 

 

 

A beloved’s confessions

It was me who stole your Queen chess piece.

I hate it when you call her my inamorata, that word is mine.

It was me who made your car’s four tires flat the other day ,it wasn’t the delivery boy.

I didn’t want you to go to the mountains ,I had a bad dream.

 

It was me who put your black t-shirt in the clothing donation box, it wasn’t your mum. I hate it when girls liked it on you.

 

It was me who made myself catch a cold, I went barefoot in the rain. I love the way you get worried about me when I ‘m sick.

 

It was me who broke the CD your ex-girl friend gifted you .I hate that look on your face whenever you listen to it.

 

Migrating love

I whisper into   withering  flowers  your name to enliven them.

I make of every passing cloud  a love messenger  to you.

I chase moonlight to feel the  touch of your face

When  she  falls on you .

 

 With migrating sparrows  I send you   my love poems.

With rain drops,  I awash away your sorrows.

 

Your heart is my home,

Your smile is my moon.

Seas or deserts set us apart,

Love is a  restless nomad.

 

Written by arabian roses

 

My Childhood friend is Christian (dedicated to Lady Day)

My name is Muslim,

I am the descendant of Abraham

Purity is my cloak

Mercy is my law

Love  reigns  my heart

benevolence soaks my soul

Humility adorns my  footsteps

 

You might be Buddhist ,Christians  or Hindu

 you might be my neighbor,or boyhood friend

and a muslim   respects his neighbor,honors his friend

For we all   kneel  and pray that our fellow-men  seize  the light of happiness.

 

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Lord of The Rain

He made for me  a necklace  from  rain beads

And I was crowned queen of the rain.

He wrote  a symphonic poem

to gift me  the joys of waves

embraced by the passionate sand.

He perfumed his letters with

early morning dew so that

his love resurrects  in my heart

every daybreak.

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A woman in love

When I seize that trouble in your mild eyes

My castles of joyousness collapse

And I wish  I were invincible billow

to engulf your ships of sorrow.

When your laughter caresses my restless heart

My ribs turn into  a lyre

And my soul sings the most bewitching song ever

A song of love  .

Your tears are as   ruinous as  falling stars

They torn my soul asunder.

Your laughter is as shining as a  merry  firefly

It  takes me to a place I have never been before,

the kingdom of a  man in love.

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A jealous woman

I tore my veil to blindfold the sun

I can hear her from afar

weaving love hymns from

the olive tenderness of your eyes.

I banished my daisy flowers  to foreign lands forever

They swayed  whenever  you touched  them

This land is my dancing floor.

I gave my coloring pencils to somber clouds

I bribed them to tangle rainbow’s ribbons

I am the rainbow.

I twisted all fairy tales

Now they are  all about me and you.

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My Northern Star

I am standing on the edge of  life

I spread my broken wings

And flutter.

Unfathomable oceans are ahead of me.

Sunsets and sunrises witnessed my fall

Lofty mountains are yearning for my rise.

Love keeps you from falling,

Into my ear whispered the sky.

I looked into my heart,

His ships of promises were aground

And his sails were torn apart .

I bowed  my head.

Love is more than that,

Said  the blue ocean,

It’s seaman’s love

for the Northern star

that has always taken him home.

It’s shepherd ‘s love

for his gentle lamb

that his fear of wolf

turned  him  into invincible warrior.

Spread your wings

And soar sky-high.

Love has many hands

to catch you when you fall down.

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When he is uneven sea

Be a lulling  ripple

When he becomes an uneven sea.

Shred his armor of sorrow.

Tell the soft breeze to carry his restless  ships

To genie lands and trade them for

Ancient arabian perfumes

To turn his days into a beautiful fairy tale.

Be a shining star

When the sun sets.

Like a fearless shooting star

Break against   his aloof shores

And sprinkle your  light

To tell you his hidden  wishes.

 

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The Sea Kiss

Run,run

Let your toes  tease  the sleepy sand

And unveil  hidden  beautiful secrets of you  .

Don’t be afraid to stumble

The soft wind  will be there

To catch you,

And if you fall

Let the  tender sea kiss away  the pain .

Embrace  the  shy sun

If she  casts  upon you

her golden spell,

Don’t be afraid of it ,

Mysterious winter  can break it.

 

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Ocean’s Confessions

Close your eyes

Open your heart to the conch.

She is going to tell you a secret.

Hold her close to your heart

The  haughty sky  is eavesdropping.

Hold her  tight to your soul

She  is going to tell you

Epics about seamen

Betrayed by mischievous waves.

And wisper into your ear

Names of  beloved ingrained on the sand

And washed away by sea’s shaking hand,

Confessions of  kings 

Had tamed invincible tide

But yield to a woman’s tender gaze.

Kiss the  restless conch

And promise her

To keep her secrets.

 

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Jasmine Perfume

I gave  my moody scripts to the waves,

She told me the sea loved every part she played.

I told her that you are as mysterious as her sea

“But he is  not as patient as him” ,she said.

I hope you will love me more,now  without them .

I also taught my heart to keep a diary

your heart didn’t love his   love poems

But  that gave me a chest pain ;

his poems had got fierce lately.

I don’t walk  on my toes anymore

Only foolish woman did  that ,you told me .

I wanted to get taller  so that  I could  kiss your forehead.

My childhood mirror didn’t recognize me this morning .

She was looking everywhere for my  face.

And my jasmine  perfume didn’t tune with my  straight locks either .

He misses my wild curls.

I  wonder  if your heart knows his way

because  my soul moved home .

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A jar of broken promises

I hunted all broken promises

and hid them  in a jar made of tender earth’s smiles .

then  I set them in the sunshine

to grasp its warmth.

I sprinkled them under the generous rain to grow

and bloom.

I traded my sweet memories for the  colours of a butterfly’s wings

to paint them with hope and love.

Then I entrusted them with the wind

to  whisper them  into the ear of  people

seeking for a wish in the pocket of life.

A wish to seal  the wounded walls of their cracked souls.

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Dear my father

I kiss your chapped hands that smoothed the  path  of uneven  life.

I hide your blessing prayers between my  ribs

to make me glow within like a firefly when lost in a dark night.

Your  teach me

to honor man .

From your courage,

I Learned that   a man

is a token of strength.

from your gentle fears,

I learnt that a man

is a fount of   love.

I  bow in respect to you, father.

And I  kneel down on my knees

to thank Allah for blessing me

with such a priceless gift

the gift of being a daughter

of an  amazing father.

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Good night lovely world =)

If you want to make a girl ‘s heart your eternal home

Tell her she  has beautiful soul

Give her tender forehead kisses

And send her goOd night messages

Daisy flowers are sleeping

Butterflies are dreaming

The moon is wispering to naughty stars  “shshhhhhhh”.

It’s time to sleep .         

Close your eyes and sweet dreams

It’s time to sleep .

Close your eyes and sweet dreams.

 

Written by arabian roses

 

He’s a thief

He steals  the sea’s  pearls, and the earth’s gold bangles  and  leaves  them   flowers instead . He told me that people kill to grow  gold, but they won’t kill  each other to grow flowers.

He steals  the river’s joyful ripple to heal the  rusty souls.He told me that nothing could rival a song sung by a river infatuated  with life.

He steals all evil thoughts and  cast on them love spells. He told me ,only  magic can wipe them out,the magic of  human touch.

He steals mountain’s highness .He told me it will teach man to never yield.

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A restless thunder

The thunder was groaning.

He had bad dreams,

The  gracious sun whispered gently to the summer breeze.

But his groan became appalling.

He’s summoning the wind and the rain,

The clouds yawned.

His beloved’s sighs, kept him restless.

the sun lowered her head graciously,

The earth ‘s pretty face went red , She said.

She soaked a lot of blood last night.

My locks were smoothering  when touching their  flaming  souls,

Added the summer breeze,

Trees were falling apart under their heavy angry foosteps too.

The earth looked up at the sky

and saw a tear in her eyes

the rain was weeping.

And unveiling the beatiful face of earth

Flowers shook their heads and ashen ghosts run away.

From above the thunder  was waiting impatiently

to see his  earth  ‘s beautiful locks glowing under the sun  again.

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I’m in love

I’m in love with the wind  that never gets tired of  carrying  my paper  boats .

I’m in love with the moon that sprinkles light in dark paths.

I’m in love with the rain that plays for me music of life when  I feel down.

I’m in love with wild butterflies .They’re angels in disguise.

I’m in love with rainbow that draws  hope everywhere.

I’m in love with my diary that keeps my secrets.

I’m in love in love that makes our tears more precious than diamonds.

Written by arabian roses.

Dear husband

Dear husband

I’ don’t wear French perfume .I’m an ordinary woman who  loves the scent of dew morning .French perfume might be   stained with a man’s  touch but dew drops are  as pure as your laughter.

I don’t know much about geography  .I’m an ordinary woman ,the only country  I know  is your heart.

They taught me that the sun rises in the east and sets in the west  ,but the sun in my ordinary world never sleeps; it is the sun of my loyalty.

I don’t know the names of  famous paintings . I want your face to be my eternal painting when I close my eyes .

I’m not a queen to offer you diamonds.I’m just an ordinary woman who prays that  days of her life  will be given to you to increase yours.

With love

Written by arabian roses

Lovely night lovely souls =)

Daisy flowers are sleeping

Butterflies are dreaming

The moon is wispering to naughty stars  “shshhhhhhh”.

It’s time to sleep .

Close your eyes and sweet dreams

Written by arabian roses

 

 

 

Music box

I took my colored pencils to draw you but their colors melted away under the warmth of your heart.

When a treasure chest for your love poems I made the sea , his heavenly waves shunned him.

I hunt  all bird songs to make for you a music box  but their songs were tuneless  being bewitched with the charm of your voice.

Rainbow was praying for rain to rekindle his fading colors.

The seven seas  wolfed my love letter in bottle I wrote you  to soothe  the envious waves.

Jealous  sea can wash away your name from his sandy forehead.

From your drawings, rainbow can steal colors.

But the warm hymn you whisper to  world’s heart  is invincible , because it’s a hymn of a man of honor.

Written by arabian roses

A salute to a soldier

 For  a man who  gives  his crimson love  to quench a thirsty  princess  for freedom

We bow in respect.

 

For a man   who ingraines his love poems on brown sand with his warm blood

We kneel down and pray wholeheartedly.

 

For a  man who trades his rosy life for that of many ashen lives

We send  salutes  of heroes.

 

The desert bathed in your pure blood will grow sweet -smelling roses

The   princess will ascend to the throne of queen of queens

Your attire of a soldier will be the dignity flag.

 

A beloved ‘s confession

It was me who stole your Queen chess piece. I hate it when you call her
my inamorata, that word is mine.

It was me who made your car’s four tires flat the other day ,it wasn’t
the delivery boy. I didn’t want you to go to the mountains ,I had a bad
dream.

It was me who put your black t-shirt in the clothing donation box, it
wasn’t your mum. I hate it when girls liked it on you.

It was me who made myself catch a cold, I went barefoot in the rain. I
love the way you get worried about me when I ‘m sick.

It was me who broke the CD you ex-girl friend gifted you .I hate that
look on your face whenever you listen to it.

My eternal love

My soul is sparkling with his love like a full moon
Now I know that I found my true love
A love that shakes me inside like a typhoon
And break to pieces old loves
Now I know I ’m no longer alone
He has always been there
How can’t I feel his presence
Now I will carry his love inside of me
And never let it go
Now I ’m ready to go through tunnels of darkness
Because his love will enlighten my path
I know I can touch the sky, hunt stars
Because he can hear me when I pray
He feels what i feel
Now i can confess my love without fear
Because I know he won’t laugh at me
Now I can tell him ‘I love you’
And never feel small
Because I know he will not tease me
Now I can feel complete loving him
His name is Allah the most beautiful name ever
I love Allah and how beautiful his love is in me.
My soul is sparkling with his love like a full moon.

 

I’m missing you

Remember that shooting star we used to wait for to make a wish is
missing you.
Remember that old bridge  under which ,we used to hide from rain is missing you .
Remember that oak tree we used to engrave our names on it is missing
you .
Remember that wild butterfly we used to chase is missing you .
Remember that tune we used to whistle is missing you.
Remember that girl that you used to love is missing you .

 

You Are Me

Did I tell you that I love your grey eyes when you smile?
They turn into a piece of moon enlightening my dark life
tunnel.
Did I tell you that I love it when you frown?
You remind me of a tired sleepy night happy with the arrival of
the dawn.
Did I tell you that I love it when you get angry and make me cry?
After thunder and rain, the loving sun comforts the anxious
sky.
Did I tell you that I love my name?
For when you say my name it looks like a hymn
whispered by a lost angel.
Did I tell you that I know when you don’t like my silly jokes but you
smile on them?
Did I tell you that I love you and I will always love you in all your
seasons, winter, spring, summer, and autumn?.

Healing

His love was a pact

But you love me unconditionally

You look into my heart

While he looked into my eyes

He couldn’t put up with my flaws

But you  show me the way to correct them

You hear  my long prayers

While he complains  about my loving  talks

 

What’s is to gain from a short lived love

What is to gain from a secular love

Love of a man is like sea waves

Rises and falls

But the love of Allah i s like waterfall ; steady and strong.

 

My lonely door

My  pillow is complaining about my burning tears

She’s longing for  cool summer nights

 

My piano is turning away my melancholic tunes

He’s yearning for  your cheerful   music tones

 

My mirror is asking about  your boyish smile

And my house corners are missing  your bewitching perfume

 

Spring lost its way to  my home

colours withers and ashen shadows reign

And cheerful songs melted away into  sighs

 

All beings  are waiting for a knock at my lonely door

A knock that will  stir in them again  life beat

Your knock  .

 

 

 

War of roses

Yesterday,I was a knight

But today I am a warrior.

A knight ‘s offering is a mild rose

But a warrior’s offering is  a wild soul.

 I shed my armor to shield my wounded heart

And go to the battlefield of your love

with one hand I drag  my coffin

with  the other I hold my honor.

I will fight viciously like a warrior

but die nobely like a knight.

Today,either  I win back  my soul or drop my weapons at your feet

to become eternally  the captive of your bewitching eyes  .

 

Written by arabian roses

My childhood friend is Christian

My name is Muslim,

I am the descendant of Ibraham

Purity is my cloak

Merciness is my law

 

Love  reigns  my heart

Benevolene soaks my soul

Humility adorns my  footsteps

 

you might be my neighbor,or boyhood friend

and a mslim   respects his neighbor,honor his friend

You might be Budhist ,Chritians  or Hindu

But we all   kneel  and pray that our fellow men  seize  the light.

 

A Beloved’s prayers

 I wish I could  hunt all sweet dreams 

And put them under your pillow

 to comfort your lonely nights.

                                  

I wish I could give you the Northern star

To guide you in  your life track.

 

I wish I was a fairy tale

so you won’t forget me wih the passage of time.

 

I wish I could take all your  pains

And bury them in the seven earth.

 

I Wish  I was an old folk song

to blow in me life with every breath.

 

 

Migrating love

I whisper into   withering  flowers  your name

I make of every passing clouds  a love messenger   to you

I chase moonlight to feel the   touch of your face

When it fells on you 

 

 with migrating sparrows  I send you   my love poems

with rain drops,  I awash away your sorrows

 

Your heart is my home

Your smile is my moon

Seas or deserts set us apart

Love is a  restless nomad.

 

                                      

You are my fairy tale

I made of your laughters a lightning bridge to wonderland

I made of  your name  a  charm necklace around my neck.

 

I envy your shadow because  he can walk by your  side

I feel jealous of you mirror because she can  caress  your face

 

Knights live in fairy tales but you live in my heart

Smile,or frown,yell or laugh

I  love you in all your  parts.

 

 

 

 

A love letter to lord

 Whenever I fall down

I call upon you.

you  come to  me

And help me get to my  wobbling  feet.

 

Wherever I  turn my anxious eyes

I feel your reassuring presence

Tapping on my perturbed heart.

 

My Lord,never desert me

I can’t walk that thorny road alone

I need your divine guiding light.

Whenever I lose my soul in tunnel of darkness

 I  see  you  there

handing on your divine hand to me

Showing me the way out

washing away my sinful traces.

 

I love you Allah

And my heart,with every beat

prays  that you love me back.

 

 

 

My heart territory

You reproached me for scratching the sky

Those are the  love poems

my heart  is repleting with,and only big sky fits them

so I entrusted her with them.

 

You reproached me for disturbing sleepy stars

You made a wish ,I  wanted to give you a shooting star

 to mak it come true,that’s why I tried to wake them up.

 

You reproached  me for dying  my hair   blue

You   love blue sea and I  wanted you to love me too.

My love for you  is bigger than  lofty sky

My love for you is deeper than  blue sea

But today I disown you of my heart  territory

And abdicate  my throne  of servility

  to seek a land

where its master treats me like a queen.

 

 

 

 

 

My missing crown

Tonight I heard the stars whispering a  name.

And I  saw the  clouds withdrawing  their grey veil away from the sky’s face.

And the moon is untangling  her glowing  silver locks

The moon is not sighing tonight.

Tell me why butterfly?

It’s your prince birthday.

My prince birthday!  Then get me my pink  shoes and my crown .

I  must look at my best attire tonight.

But  dearest of the dear ,another woman has your crown now  .

I forgot that I’m not his princess anymore.

Everyone is  there in his party ,but me.

Still, I will go,butterfly.

Fire ,fire glows  me, turn me into ashes

And you ,wind sprinkles me where I can see him but  he can’t see me .