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Don’t shoot!
Published March 15, 2016 by arabian rosesWait 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
Published December 27, 2014 by arabian roses.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
Published June 1, 2014 by arabian roses
A Fighter without arrow dedicated to Marius Mocanu
Published May 26, 2014 by arabian roses…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 ?
Published February 7, 2014 by arabian rosesHe 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
Published February 6, 2014 by arabian rosesWhen 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.
Written by arabian roses
-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”.
