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Letter 4: I want to know you
I want to know you;Like all beautiful things are known,like winter’s wind kiss,and like a summer sun burn,I want to know you;How you ache & how you yearn,How you linger, how you miss… I want to know you;Like all quiet things are known,Like a deeply focused mind, and like a pondering presence,I want to know you;How you pierce into each essence,How, in
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Letter 3: Larger than Life
My heart are you as large enoughas my beloved be?She smiles embracing all the earth,and every lake and sea;She utters all warmth when she blooms,& turns her eyes towards me;My brightest futures looms,That which her laughs foresee.My dearest is larger than Life,Larger than all the laughs and tears,My dearest is larger than Life,Larger than all
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جواب 2: أعلم أنني أعرفكِ
أعلم أنني أعرفكِ قبلَ الآن،قبل عمرٌ مضى وعمرٌ يمضي،قبل الأبدِ، كُنَا ذاتاً وكَياَن… قبلاً كنا نعيماً يسكنه روحان،شاديان الوجد بألحانِ الصمتِأعلمُ أنني أعرفكِ قبلَ الآن، إن خٌلق المرءُ منقسمٌ نصفان، لكنتِ متممتي، ونقيض نقيضي،قبل الأبد، كنا ذاتاً وكيان… لو باحَ القدرُ لي بذاك السلوانلكُنتُ رَكَعْتُ خشوعاً تامَ الحمدِأعلمُ أنني أعرفكِ قبلَ الآن، أن القلب في بعدك
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Love Letter I
So, I shall love you,Hence, in the wildflowers,Each of the passing hours,rows back to where you lie,in every sea & sky..Oh, those loves we forgo,if we bethink we know,which Loves are destined to grow,& which are doomed to die…Yet I shall love you nigh,until ages devour,the life of every flower,& in the infinite lifetimeswithin the
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Dismay is Godsend…
Going by, day by day;each, inescapably, does end.I meet that bittersweet dismay,& shake despondency — my friend,For I’m a man of dust & clay.Of shattered dreams & hopes misspent.Of hoping, dreaming, must I pay,or of my limits stay contend,But choose I pave my frontiers way,& choose I break yet to transcend.For much as ache they
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Raghse Zarrat
I wake no more,For I have been awaken,& I, too, forsake the door,I, too, the one forsaken;Leaving myself to myself,Through blood and bone— alive alone.I contemplate my core;The soul within my soulof which I say no more.For I have been utteredA word — a dawn,— alive alone.Unto the world of God & Man,unto the chaos,
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Megalomania
So, can’t I but do rejoice in ever-being self-made Be it a wolf or a lamb, Or a silence, or a voice. I am nothing but the choice!
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DV VII
This is one of a series of “Divine Villanelles” that I will continue to write & hopefully publish in a book.I thought about sharing some with you here on my blog. I hope they reach out to you out there. Thanks for reading & support always! Divine Villanelle VII I am the Word saying, a
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Katarina
Perhaps I should have shattered my cocoon,& pondered deep what I have discerned,& kissed your reflection on the moon;not whispering you a long goodbye.Perhaps the parting came too soon;Perhaps our moon song’s doomed to die,& sway your affections for mine — unreturned.That can’t but to the death of love attune,& quaff the harsh moral so
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A Note to Self: August 18th
Going by, day by day;each, inescapably, does end.I meet that bittersweet dismay,& shake despondency — my friend,For I’m a man of dust & clay.Of shattered dreams & hopes misspent.Of hoping, dreaming, must I pay,or of my limits stay contend,But choose I pave my frontiers way,& choose I break yet to transcend.For much as ache they
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