Dark night
Deep in the bush
Two bodies melting into one
Two hearts bumping
We were speechless.
Words were meangless.
Love is our lord
No need for other word.

Rain,
This silver  melody
That kisses my eyes
And my memory.
Tuned in a way
That only my heart could play
Love each  drop of  this rain
Touching my lips
Is that summer rain?

Poetry
      is
a speaking art

She asked "what is life?"
I replied
" have I lived to know what life is?"
She added "what is death then?"
I didn't reply
Because a dead tongue
Has no heart to feel your life.

Irrespective of station, be it doctor or pop star,
A singular destiny awaits, beyond the horizon afar.
The temporal journey's end, it shall conceive,
Leaving behind a mere vestige, in memory we believe.
In the grand tapestry of life, where dreams transpire,
All possessions, we hold, briefly do they aspire,
Transient treasures in our transient chest,
A poignant reminder, life's fleeting bequest

Live your day
Like a crazy person.
Today is a gift.
Tomorrow is another shift.
Be crazy
Stop being lazy.

Our life is a story
   without a title.
   We lost it
   In tittle tattle.
   Hatred,
   wars and battle.
Our life is an arena
Opponents like
A deer and hyena
Pain, tears and sorrow
No hope for today
Or tomorrow.
What's life in a world
Full of people
With an empty word.

They asked me,
Who do you worship?
I replied,
The earth on which
She used to walk.

I sing my life
Of the lyrics of your love
Each word of that song
Makes me strong
My life is  you
Our love is really true.
I live for you.

I sing a song
None of its word is wrong
My song is too long
Its title is on the tip of your tongue.

Show me how to hate
If you really want that.
I have no heart
That is my fate
I never regret
Loving you madly
I will love you more.
You left by night
Without shutting my door.
My love door is always here
Waiting for you my dear.
Come back
Never show your fear.
Don't be late
Otherwise you cry my chosen fate.

One day,
There will be
No other days
But memories.

In halls of wisdom, where thoughts take flight,
A scholar stands, seeking truth's pure light.
Pr. Naceur Ben Mesbah, philosopher's name,
In the realm of ideas, he's gained his fame.

With mind as keen as a blade's sharp edge,
He delves into thoughts from every ledge.
Exploring the depths of thought's vast sea,
Guiding his students to ponder and be free.

Philosophy's tapestry he deftly weaves,
Asking questions profound, the mind he cleaves.
In lecture halls resonates his voice,
Provoking minds to make their choice.

With intellect like a beacon's glow,
He lights the path where thinkers go.
Through Socratic dialogue and discourse rare,
He nurtures minds with utmost care.

In pursuit of knowledge, he leads the way,
Challenging minds to explore each day.
Pr. Naceur Ben Mesbah, a philosopher bold,
Whose teachings and wisdom we firmly hold.

I am the truth
In a world  of hypocrisy
Each pretends to possess the truth
Jack and Ruth
I am myself
They were taught to memorize
And I am here to criticize
I am the truth

The first time I met my lady,
She was
Weird in her mercy.
Hard to picture her fantasy.
The first kiss
Embodied
Her world title
A world miss.

Her embrace was a clinch
Like a bitter pinch.
May be
to prevent hard blows.
Her heart had no female laws.
She pulled me close to push me away.
No word to say.
Seeing my nakedness
Laughing at my madness.
she leant me a dream
of chainmail and shield.
Taking love from me she gave a reprieve
to a mind resigned to the slow death of feeling.
I stopped breathing
I shouted

Ignoring my words she heard
my faint silent heartbeat and
understood that it was music
too quiet for the world to hear
and turned it up louder
than I could stand.
I wept in my deafness
as she danced.
I love your madness
dear mistress.

I never regret the past
And its pain
Winter and its rain.
Time is fast
Good and bad
Will never last.
Seize your day
As if the last day.
Make of your life
A daily song
Even if things go wrong.
Life is pretty
Regardless of its being rusty.

I wish I could
Love you
The way
You hate me.

I have been tired
Since I was fired
Fired from your heart
No love or hope
Holding this dark rope
I look around
Nothing like your heart
Could be found.
I miss your whispering sound.
It's pivotal
To tell them all
For whom the criers call
For a heart
Having no bell to toll.
I still hold the rope.
Do you know why?
Too late now,
No need to cry.

Under the tree, closer to the sea
See your soul waving to me.
Feel your heart bumping
Out of joy dancing
We dance to be
Let the world see.
Under the tree, closer to the sea
I no longer be
You! Is that me?
Look! We melt together.
Lord! You will be alive forever.
On the sky, the stars smile  and say
Can one and one be three?
The sea waves answer without a delay
Their love is a sunny night
Away from hatred and fight
To be or not to be
That's how love should be.

A plastic flower is
    Called a flower
    Though it is soulless.
    What is love
     If I am alone.
     Being away from you
     Makes me look like
     A plastic flower.

Today's happiness is
Yesterday's sadness.
Nothing is permanent
Today's laughter is
Yesterday's tears
Stop thinking about tomorrow
The past and its sorrow
Live the now
That's my Dao.
Free your mind
And stop being blind.
Life is a dream
Wake up and let happiness be
Your daily realm.

Arab spring
Still abashing
Dic tators and their fake thrones
Hitting them with wee stones
Liberty or death

Hold on your breath
Freedom and democracy
The end of supremacy
We are the world
We are the law
Stop your fake show
All together
Let's say
We are here
To bury
Your ***** play.

My heart will never beat again
As long as you are away.
You are mine, though you disdain.
The day we met in that alley.
Without you,
I hate to remain
Cz my life is but a fake play.
I don't want to stay
In a world
I can't find the word
I don't know how to say.
My rail is just for your love train.

Flipping through a dusty book,
There,
I re-discovered a lost photo
Making my hands shake,
My face looked very fake.
The photo captured a moment in time,
Of a life that was once so sublime
I yearned to escape
To that magical place,
Where my worries would vanish,
And my problems would erase.
But reality brought me back
To a world that was so full of lack.
Where the beauty of life only reflected in the past
But to overcome, I have to hide
This photo very fast.
The photo spoke to me,
That's you!
In a time you were carefree.,
When the world was your playground
Full of joy, laughter all around.
I sighed
It was an old book,but it still held life.
A story with no end, no sorrow, no strife
From the past I could look ahead.
Unpacking in my mind the memories
I have bled.
I found hope and took control.
My faith was restored, my heart made whole
The photo of that old book
Had written my own new look.

I wake up this morning
Having  a weird feeling
I don't know how
But it is very good
I felt a strong resolution
To do everything I could.
With staunch purpose
I chase a goal
Seeing it one day in my soul.
Everything I see
Has a soul and a voice.,
Both offering me a wide choice.
Will it be dangling dainties
Or tonics to make me feel strong?
Each choice is a decision
Right or wrong
Makes you really strong.

One day
I was alive
I had children and a  wife.
I worked and ******
I used to smile
Walked more than a mile.
I ran
In search of a bit of fun.
One day
I was alive
I thought   my life would be eternal
Full of love and emotion.
Strength and energy
Faraway from any allergy.
Young and strong
Singing, dancing all day long.
I didn't care about
Their right or wrong.
One day.
I was among you
I was not your foe.
Now I am done
Everything has gone
Stop crying
I hate your fake mourning.

My life's book has no title
Every day is a new chapter
A battle with the unknown
A refusal of their common
My life is mine
So I am the title

What's another day
If you are still faraway.
What's a new night
If I don't feel alright.
Days become meaningless
Nights are ruthless.
Their good morning is an affront.
Your good night makes me potent.
A wee word
From your mouth
Could make my day
Stop abashing me
She or never
You  get it now?
If you are really clever.
Don't ask me who and how.

I am nothing
But a lost soul
In the garden of your heart.

I am Jack
You are my Rose .
Our love is greater,
Stronger than their Titanic.
They sink and die
Look! Our love is a strong tie.
They scream out of fear,
and I say "keep cool my dear. "
You are my Rose
I am your Jack.
Love is our eternal ship .
They all passed away
Great! We still exist anyway.

I forgot to tell you.
I am so sorry
I turned amnesiac .
I buried my dreams
Not in a tomb
But  in my heart.

Late after midnight
Sitting
With  an imaginary quill
In hand
Stroking keys to form
What earlier today
I hadn't planned.
As I ponder,
The end state of all
In this material realm
Falling victim
To entropy
Which is the inch worm that,
With each second's movement,
Is munching the very essence
Of both, you and me.
Entropy at birth's beckoning
Is set in motion for all,
From miniscule microbe
inside our bodies
To the far - flung massive, invisible stars
That would boggle the mind,
In the end, the physical
Is swallowed whole,
Wherein the essence
Of what is, is measured
By the residue each entity
Sentient or not,
Leaves behind.

An artist paints with his hand
While a poet writes with his heart.
An artist's brush lures your eyes
My poem revives your days.
The poet's heart is an ocean
Full of love and emotion.

When I have decided
To write
About my life
I took a pencil
To write
  But I lost the fight.
My pencil was blunt.
I fetched around
I found a blade.
Closer to a plant.
I should write
About my inner fight.
A war between the wrong and right.
I cut my palm
Feeling so calm.
Drops of blood fell on the ground
Took the shape of something round.
My heart replied
That's life.
Look around
Something could be found.
I sighed
They have all lied.
Life is just two days.
One day for you
And the other day is against you.
My pencil shouted.
No need to write
If you know how to fight.
Fight your negative feelings
Tomorrow is going to be full of blessings.
Life is a song
Entitled
Be strong
Did I say anything wrong?

I paint my daily pain
With my heart and cane.
Tears, sorrow
for someone having no tomorrow.
A hopeless man
Striving to **** his inside pain
But in vain.
Wars, hunger and lack of rain
Men and women turned insane.
For whom the bell tolls
For you and I
I sigh
They cry
Because of your lie.

She sees the world
Through my eyes
You see her blind
I don't really mind
I am her eyes
She is my beautiful days
I feel the world
Through her heart
She paints the world
Through my eyes
We are two souls
And one mind
Among other  lovers
Hard to find.

My soul is knocking upon your door
I see your welcoming smile
Shining before my eyes
Your heart greets me
Once more.
You made me feel
We have done so many things
Yet, we did no single thing.
Your smile made my warm heart sing
As I tearfully watch your heart dancing.
Hold me once more
And squeeze me tight
So that I can know
What I always knew.
That without your love
My soul can never survive.

A heart that doesn't sing
Day and night
Can never spread love.
Don't bury your heart
With hatred.
Your heart is the best drum
To sing our love song.

In sickness or health, my love,
I stand by your side,
With unwavering devotion,
as your comfort and guide.
Though shadows may loom, and clouds may gather near,
My love for you shines bright, casting away every fear.

When illness wraps you in its tender embrace,
I'll be the shelter that shields your grace.
In your weakest moments, I'll be your strength,
Together we'll conquer, no matter the length.

Through fever's heat or pain's relentless toll,
I'll be the rock on which you console.
For love knows no boundaries, no bounds to confide,
It's an eternal flame, a steadfast guide.

With tender care, I'll soothe your brow,
Whispering words to lift your spirit somehow.
In laughter and tears, and each fleeting sigh,
Our bond grows stronger as time passes by.

So fear not, my dear, for you're not alone,
In this journey through sickness, our love has grown.
I'll hold your hand through each trial we face,
With love as our beacon, we'll embrace every grace.

And when health returns, as it surely will do,
We'll cherish each moment, me and you.
For even in sickness, our love's light will glow,
A testament to the strength that we both know.

So take heart, my love, and let worries subside,
In sickness and health, I am forever your guide.
For even if you fall sick, remember this truth,
Our love's unbreakable, ageless and smooth.

Title: Lingering Wounds

The vestiges of my wounds persist,
Undeniably unhealed as the passage of years ensues.
A palpable sense of self-negation prevails,
The weight of the past causing an abrupt collapse.

The reservoir of tears, once considered a remedy,
Proves futile in altering the irrevocable theft.
Today's scars are emblematic remnants,
Echoing the enduring pain of yesterdays.

He who dies once,
Will never fear
death again

Death is the end of pain.
End of tears.
You left
As if you were in a hurry.
Today I carry
Your pain.
You see?
Every drop of rain
Cries your pain.
You left
Without saying goodbye
I know
No one can understand your fear
Or feel your tear.
I want to join you
Just to say hi.
But not bye.

Everybody is a hero
Of his life story.
Our life is like a movie
Today we act
Tomorrow you will react.

I still remember
Each word you said
tender is our love
I still recall the color of your coat hunger
White as your wedding dress
We were by the chimney
Running away from any stress
Looking at each other
Like love birds
We melt in the heat of fire
Our love heat started
With a peck
From the neck
A smacker and deep hug
We fell on the rag
Slithering like snakes
Stuck to each other
It was raining outside
We were speechless inside
Words lost their meanings
We woke up in the morning
As if we were dreaming.
I left your house
Secretly like a mouse
I forgot to tell you
That I really left
Something behind
I don't know exactly
My heart or my mind.

In chambers bathed in scarlet's vivid hue,
A maiden graced with royalty's decree,
Emerged midst December's breath, anew,
From Rose's lineage, her destiny set free.

Unmatched, her beauty, whispered through the air,
The heir of nature's treasures, poised to sway,
In comfort's arms, her mother's artful snare,
A dance of elegance, life's intricate ballet.

Within a cardboard cradle, humble, quaint,
A refuge born of mundane refrigerator's guise,
A phoenix in captivity, a heart's soft plaint,
As melodies of her mother's toil did rise.

Cigar's lingering incense, spirits' lingering trace,
Notes of rye and gin, tales of twilight's embrace,
Invisible imprints of those who found their place,
Within the alcove where desires interlace.

Such life, a gilded cage, ornate and grand,
A prisoner of opulence, bound by gold,
As Rose's allure dimmed by time's swift hand,
Princess, once adorned, in shadows now enfold.

Questions, delicate as lilies on still water's face,
Restless ripples of thoughts profound,
Did her mother, too, in the past's embrace,
Yearn for a different fate, a path unbound?

Yet, such musings banished, like morning mist,
For from her mother's teachings, she had gleaned,
To drown uncertainties in spirits kissed,
In numbness find solace, in forgetfulness, dream.

But winds of change swept familiarity away,
Transforming the tapestry of life's design,
Seated in a café's embrace, a pivotal day,
A stranger's arrival, destinies align.

His smile, a canvas of sincerity untamed,
No hidden agenda in his tranquil gaze,
Words woven like an intricate tapestry unframed,
An invitation extended, a connection's blaze.

In her contemplative realm, a seed of query sown,
Could he fathom the secrets her past concealed,
A princess sculpted by a world overthrown,
In the crucible of a fate unrevealed?

Reimagined in verses, this tale unfolds,
A mosaic of sentiments, resplendent and pure,
From captive to sovereign, her journey of old,
Princess, unchained, her essence to endure.

Our life has been marred
By birth and death.
Be and not to be.
Love your life.
It's simply
made up of
Arrial and departure.
We come today
To leave tomorrow.
Enjoy your day
Your tomorrow
Is someone else  day.
If you know how to be now
You will never ask why and how.

Life is a long journey
I am run out of petrol.
Shall I carry on walking
Or think about flying?
Fly in your mind
You might find
A way to help me
Reach my  destination.
Faraway away from my imagination.

Love me or leave me
You have no other choice
But to tell me.
I love you madly
Yeah, that's your love voice.
Don't hesitate
I won't retaliate
Love me or **** me

Today is
Yesterday's souvenirs.
Tomorrow is
Today's souvenirs.
We are nothing but souvenirs.

Which identity
Are you talking about
If our world is full of absurdity?
Which mask shall I wear
If your face doesn't care?
I need to know
Why don't I show
Who I am
If my birth came out of a drop of
***.
I am neither your future nor their
past
I am myself. ****!
That never cares about your
Beating drum.
I stand on my mind and
Not my ***.
My identity is  a mental entity
Faraway from
Fake power or celebrity.
I am myself.