I'm not a poet as I arranged to be ..

[إيثار زاهر]

I have to start from here
from my self which tightens and widens like a universe
eating itself
I have to start from you as well and tell you:
I didn't intend to be a poet
that happened just by a coincidence
a star crushed into another star
and I was born
a free poet
I came to earth naked
and naked I walked among people
I found you by coincidence
a moon crushed into a moon
and you were born from the silver dust
no one was like you, but me
no one was ever like me.
..

I walk among people and I converse with them
because people are poetry
what falls of their looks
what surpasses the tears they shed
is poetry
what exceeds their losses
and their eternal sorrow
is poetry
their loneliness among them selves
and among others
is poetry
what they hide even from themselves
- still one can see it in their eyes
is poetry

I walk among people and I see you in their details

and you are poetry
with all the losses that comes with it.
..

I am weak before clouds
and clouds are weak before me, full of
things and their nemeses
rain brings about sorrow and hurts me
like condensed tears of salt
falling from your eyes
dropping on your cheeks
and I'm weak before you
even when you smile
or dance without music
even when I jump on my bed like a little child
screaming your name
but I'm not a poet as I arranged to be
as the rain falls washing streets
as earth celebrates rain and craves it
as the smell that emits from sand when it's been touched
by the rain
I am not a poet as you notice a freckle on your bosom,
- and feel excited and lovely
but my eyes are trained to catch little details
- no one ever notices -
and my tongue is trained to say things
- no one wants to say -

and by a coincidence I wrote a poem
it might be that a star crushed into a star
and I was born as I am
by a coincidence
..

I long for your details when you walk away
the details that you hide because you are terrified
and terrified you are because the shades are open
to old wounds

but when I walk towards you
the roads direct me to you
so I see you as a tree today
and tomorrow I see you a rock
saturated with humidity and salt
the day after tomorrow I see you
a single piece of sand
in the middle of the road bringing back memories
of the wind
and memories of strangers
walking towards their exile

yesterday,
I see you a lily
the day before yesterday
I see you an oasis
and I was a well

everything happened by coincidence
I didn't intend to love you
I didn't intend to be a poet
I didn't plan for anything to happen.

[داليا]

I am weak before clouds
and clouds are weak before me, full of
things and their nemeses
rain brings about sorrow and hurts me
like condensed tears of salt
falling from your eyes
dropping on your cheeks
and I'm weak before you
even when you smile
or dance without music
even when I jump on my bed like a little child
screaming your name
but I'm not a poet as I arranged to be
as the rain falls washing streets
as earth celebrates rain and craves it
as the smell that emits from sand when it's been touched
by the rain
I am not a poet as you notice a freckle on your bosom,
- and feel excited and lovely
but my eyes are trained to catch little details
- no one ever notices -
and my tongue is trained to say things
- no one wants to say -




:smitten:

[إيثار زاهر]

I can see you're fascinated*
I can see I'm flattered *

:connie_1:

kind regards :soso:

[شيزو]

a moon crushed into a moon
and you were born from the silver dust
no one was like you, but me
no one was ever like me.




!damn


is poetry


nice moves my friend