O Habibitiy 

I am shaking as a leafless branch 
Your presence is a tremendous price of rebellion,
Would tonight's rain over my unnoticed heartache? 
With a drop of your kindness water, my thirst demise it.

A restrained lover is in a dream of a magnificent casket
I tried to resist winter's sun until I inferred your warm voice
The world's end is real, however, we still seek for the ark
Baghdad reveals the hanging corpses to illustrate my grief.

O habibitiy, true satisfaction can only happen once a year, 
Our tongues are silent from the words of compassion 
Love me with an earthy heart, and inky honey on the lips.
Montreal is the city that opens my eyes to fall in love with you.

Without any golden treasure, you love me with my sweats.
Without any colourful dreams, you love me with my bursts.
Without any valuable trophies, you adore me with my soul.
With some poems I wrote for you, I see that you are my habibility.


O habibitiy means my beloved in Arabic.

01/17/2022

Language of a Cursed Struggle

After I was evacuated from destiny’s festivity “womb”
I concede that I have to focus on improving myself 
from the world's major challenges of living sufficiently.
 
I spread kindness among others 
I serve as a good citizen of this earth
I fall in love with severe depression cluelessly.

Little stones are in my direction to walk barefoot to cure
My awareness’s become the language of a cursed struggle
I keep my decent smile in an intimate locker, swallow its keys.

Difficult times are pursuing the lightning I seek for  
I serve in-between seasons on a daily battle basis
Sitting on the chair, learning to apologize for the dark sky.

Allow me to enter into your heart, and listen intently 
Truthfully, I am here to relate my pain and connect with you
Take me to the calm shore, I will heal you with a wavey love.


Buried Treasure 

Our devotion should not be 
buried as forgotten treasure
Night abandons my torn’s past 
like an empty pack of cigarettes.

The moonlight sets our dreamy sails, 
as the seagulls and sea sing along 
to our shoreline love.
With eyes confiding to our mouths.

We expand our love on 
the spring treetops,
Rays of the summer sun
 breath of your creek.

Fly me away from the bars
Let my fantasy glow with the stars 
I truly love and miss you for so long
Yet, your perfume whispers a sad song.

01/15/2022

Steps To Be Orphan… 

 The sky is blue, 
but her heart is in the severe blues.
She lives in a world of brutal humiliation
and continuous barbarity. 

Your daybreak is colourful and cloudy 
Her daylight is black and darker than your grief 
Your dreams are the corners of the world 
As for her, her dreams were crushed from her 
-sleeping upon a bed of rock.

Your parents teach you how those birds fly 
While the guy who raped her destroyed her revolution 
As she realized that life unfairness taught her 
steps to be orphan, with chains invisible on her coffin.

The four seasons of the year were her friends, 
The summer sunrise whispers to her ears some of prayers 
The autumn pour warm above her salty face of her crying out 
The snow hides her wounds from society nonstop judgments  
The spring offers her the scent she deserves to be the queen of the world.

She doesn't have a cellphone 
or unreal images on social media.
Her eyes filmed what the world censor from us, 
She was the seen and read stories of homelessness.

Unfortunately, her sufferings grow into a dark cloud
It grows faster than the days of your days of joblessness 
With more flames of her tears burning the cages of birds
Those birds flow to heaven, while she is crossing barefoot 
to the bonfire and cigarettes of another unscared rapist...