Emotional Calamity
Alarmed
Keep quiet
Sssshhh
I can hear it now
The faint sound growing profound
Waves crashing as the crescendo mounts
No, please, this can’t be happening
Heart
Beats
Intense
Heat
In a soul which has been incensed
By beautiful insanities before which were
Wrought with anguish and grief
No, not again
Whizzing butterflies
Echoing joyous cries
Flying from trapeze to trapeze
Chaotic emotions intensify
Interlacing with gastric fluids
Melting my insides
Stop!
Please,
Cease the bittersweet ocean of commotion
That breathes life into lifeless seeds
Please,
Pay heed to the excruciating screams that were
Once diamonds of jeweled dreams
Please,
Resist the mistress of deception, seductress of innocence
Before she makes me bleed
Before her intractable wrath is unleashed
Confound you Love
Stay away from me
I am cognizant of your symptoms and delusional melodies
Confound you Love
Don’t come near me
I am smarter than to fall for your sonnets of ecstasy
Let me be,
Your words of harmony are masks of misery
Of tyranny, of hopeless strings bound to eternity
Don’t sulk at me,
My pride shall not soften to your sweet tone of concealed melancholy
Baby, Love, wipe your tears,
My door has already been locked against the deluge of your emotional calamities
I love you Love but your game is a losing one. So forgive me.
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This is really visual and I had to read it a few times to appreciate it
Sounds like a poem between two young people. We all know whats that like!
I’ve always loved your poetry Hiba, mostly because like Omid said, it’s visual and I’d add that it’s unique as well. I love this line:
“I am smarter than to fall for your sonnets of ecstasy.”
You should do podcasts. Reciting your poetry either by audio or video would make people appreciate it more.
this is a fraud !!!
Does anyone write poetry in Arabic?
Care to justify your claim?
Of all places, there you are! What Esra’a said: you should recite your poetry – and with a sloooow reggae beat under it: the offer still stands. You know how to reach me.
Omid, thank you. I am actually addressing “Love”, beseeching it to stay away from me because I am not ready for it.However, your impression is another way of looking at the poem.
Esra’a, as always, a pleasure to read your comments. I am thinking of making an audio compilation(rather than an album for the time being) Once that is ready, you will be the first to know. I did collaborate with my brother’s group though in a song. Check out myspace.com/diligentthought The song is called “Mind Body Soul”.My brother does the first verse, his Sri Lankan friend does the second and I do the third:)
Amil, awaiting your reply.
HH, where have you disappeared to? Hope life is treating you well.I know I haven’t been in touch.My bad!!! The blogging world is tantalizing and tempting me again.Sadly and this is no pretext, I have no time nor enough internet access to look up topics, read or follow up:(
Like you suggested before, might record Xpat’s Dilemma and hand it over to you to add the effects:)
I thought of sharing my friend’s refutation of my poem! Very interesting and passionate.
Quote:
Waves crashing as the crescendo mounts
i love this line for some reason, it’s very visual and dramatic, as all the noise rises in the background, life seems to be crashing, wave by wave, piece by piece..
All because we choose to succumb to the power of “love”
Love until there’s no breaths left to take, even if we’re trapped in delusions of our construction.. Life is not really events and strategies, life is passion, life is love.. without love, we become vacant bodies going through the motion..
And yes scream it: love is a godess, she’s a female, pure and beautiful.. confused at how we mistreated her and misused her name.. Where are the doors to let her revive our souls and allow us to be humans rather than beings of hatred and mass destruction..
She’s not a mistress of seduction.. But a servant for passion, for life! never let her stop, let her be, let her blossom!! dont let them destroy her.. don’t listen to them!
Before I sound crazy (which I am), I loved every piece of the poem
beautifully intense, and genuinely reflective of our state of emotional confusion!