Wasan H Ibrahim

In my belief
Love is the spiritual beam,
The beautiful dream
The lovely tune of pure, unending stream,
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Oh, Dream…
Nothing is true, or to say for sure;
Yet, I can dream no more.
Although reality I abhor;
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Weird is the sight,
It stands upright,
Holding the knife with something
Which were hands,
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I wonder whether you'll read this or not,
I once told you the whole plot
Of love, waiting and yearning
And a life has been lost.
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I remember thee
In every corner of my years,
I remember thee
In the light of my smiles
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تمردتُ على الموتِ,
واسمعتُ الأنامَ
من صدى همسي
تمردتُ على الأوطانِ
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No tear to shed,
I feel so dry,
My soul is numbed,
No birds…no sky.
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While a process is being made,
Of decorating, and uttering proper words;
Thousands and thousands of words left unsaid...
The letters disintegrated,
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Can you draw her?
A princess comes out of dreams,
With her angelic face,
Her golden locks and colorful laces;
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My country is changing for new
Everything is modern in saturation and hue
Red and black for blood and blow
Guns are the new-children-game instead of seesaw
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Once intact,
Now Ragged and torn
Emotion hardly tries to hold
Day and night;
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A room of infinite corners is the mind,
And every corner chased
Is an adventure born anew.
The roads ahead sparkled and grow,
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She has been imprisoned…
So long ago,
Hoping to unlock the door…
That detains her soul;
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All vestiges of our childhood have gone;
And those innocent smiles and giggles
Have travelled nowhere,
And we are yearning for a one.
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Good after love…
Good after dreams,
Good after sighs…
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هذه أجساد تحكي كل الأسرار
عن انسان كان أملاً
تناثر أشلاءً وسط النار
عن حلم بالحياة و بالنهار
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To My Dearest Professor and Supervisor Amy Sequeira:

The tiny tinkling sounds
of dawn are gently breaking.
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My most cherished...
I am your eternal child
Who embraces memories
From falling into the well of oblivion
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You should be silent when children sleep,
so that their sweet dreams are not disturbed.
You should be silent when children sleep,
not when the thief of their home is an owner crowned.
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Whether life is a blessing, whether life is a curse,
Whether we march in progression or in regress,
I feel nothing of its glimpse, I don't feel attuned,
I don't sense its tempo, hypo or profound.
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