Valediction to Weeping

Fallen, struck, never do I sleep,
Insomnia eats my brain cells.
Where’er I go I wonder deep
To lakes, gardens and mountains steep
My scattered thoughts which I keep.

Still the journey is dangerous,
Still I cannot lie in peace.
My mental health is treacherous
Panic attacks do not seize.

Yet in those times I always think
About my Family and my Friends
Those who give me food and drink
And make my enormous fear shrink.

I write for all the sufferers,
For all who internally die:
Your true strength, dears, does lie
Inside your priceless hearts.

Always remember that you’re strong
And you will swiftly pass disasters.
Remember that it’s never wrong
To lead your lives like masters!

Omar Ibrahim is an Egyptian poet and translator. He studies English language and literature at the faculty of arts, Alexandria University. He translated a collection of poems named “It’s Time I Confess” by Mahmoud Morsi, and Ibrahim’s first collection will be out this year.

 

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Upon the Falling Alexandria

Mermaid of the Mediterranean
O my native land!
Upon whose shore lovers stand
Kissing, proposing, or walking hand in hand.
Thou wilt never fall,
Nor will your belovèd sand.

Mother of Cavafy and this poor poet,
Who will ne’er describe thee well.
With all my senses I covet
To annihilate the atrocities that thee befell.

Thy monuments, which surviv’d
For ages, are now demolished
Though not all, to be just,
Some ancient buildings turn’d to dust.

I am left to wonder,
Why the sepulchre?
What is the reason
To take a whole season
Committing such acts of treason
‘gainst thee, O mermaid o’th’sea.

Is it to monarchize?
Or to modernize
A city like thee that cannot exist
As it hath always been, the best o’the best.

Belovèd of Greece, thy grateful niece
To you have opened her chest.
Hug her, for God’s sake!
Combine and they won’t dare make
An end, or even separate
Both of you from each other.
If thou hast lost a mother,
Summon thy soul mate!

Nay, thy mother is not lost
But apoplexed  temporarily.
Just as you she’s paying the cost;
She’s covered with frost
For being great and extraordinary.

Rebel, ye people, or gather here
Around me. I pray you hear
My calls. Protest if thou wilt!
Help her get reviv’d.
Do not bear the guilt
By being silent
Like the “B” in doubt, unpronounc’d.

Write a poem just like me,
Sign a petition or a treaty.
Like the old days together stand
In favor of our belovèd land:
The drowning Mermaid of the sea.

Omar Ibrahim is an Egyptian poet and translator. He studies English language and literature at the faculty of arts, Alexandria University. He translated a collection of poems named “It’s Time I Confess” by Mahmoud Morsi, and Ibrahim’s first collection will be out this year.

 

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Forbidden thoughts

I see my father’s face wrecked, spilling red, When the gas tanker hit it
I see my mother, slipping from the road,
& her violet scooty graving her inside the ground
I see my sister in her grey & white school uniform, grabbed by black masks.
Not in dreams but when I’m awake with my eyes
Open or close. But I’m awake.
As awake as I am I want to get rid of unwanted thoughts and this place.
Steal some from the atm and run away to
Some place I’d been before but couldn’t be myself
Cause i wasn’t alone.
You know family and friends.

Maybe I’d wanna run away cause it’s boring,
In here everybody wants to be different
Ponds pretending to be lakes
While lakes are just invisible.

& I don’t want to think all these but my brain thinks them anyway

 

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A plain, simple, normal girl trying to find the meaning behind everything that happens and of course that’s life. I have zero idea about life. Specially my life. I’m breathing, living, studying, scoring decent marks, frightened of pretty little things and all , overall living my life, just like everyone else,  but without knowing it’s purpose. I would want to know from people what life means to them.

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Birth and Death

Birth and Death
Are the bookends of our life
Beginning and end,
Life and Death,
new and worn,
young and old.
As we live our lives
We encounter duality
at every stage
It affect us, inspires us,
and shapes us into the
people we are
To think to much
about death is deemed morbid
Our culture is
devoted to perpetuating
the myth that we can
stay young and vital
Being aware of death
my encourage is to
live a good, meaningful,
and virtuos life.
Rather than
chasing after non essential
causes and getting upset
Over minor matters .
Death is not the ending
It’s a wake up call
to profound your
explanation for livin’.

Written by Ama Kumar:  https://amankumar001.wordpress.com/

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