GIGI MEJRI

GIGI MEJRI

Take A Pause

Take a pause

and see how time is working

With its curved blade

ploughed the face

leaving a trace

Look at the so many furrows

Deep or shallow

lined the brows

Some, progeny of happiness

when smiles come with wrinkles

others offspring of sorrow

when tough time hits high and low

And with each pleat there's a story

Years carry on their flow

like rivers heading to the west

all pouring into the big ocean

host of stories in motion

Unstoppable time is and so is our destiny

Born to live, yes, but to die, too

Aware of our lot

why anguish, why suffering

useless to live swinging between

the already gone and the not yet coming

no present fully lived; a whole life missing

spent back and forth

nobody knows its real worth!

Poetry Is What Gets Lost In Translation

Each poem is a unique construction

Only its owner knows every single corner

What is translated is a mere imitation

For the hidden escapes the apparent

Emotions have degrees and depth

A sigh leaves the source and makes a way

Prints mark its departure and arrival

Once translated many a part vanishes and depart

Lost within the attempt, a copy, not the original

For the poem has a taste, sweet, bitter or sour

How can it keep to the initial measure?

Cut, clipped, betrayed, dressed with no pleasure.

Broken To Be Mended

Broken wings mean when you are about to take off

Destitute, you find neither tool nor fuel

When you are ready for the race with all your zeal

Bridle, saddle, stirrups in hand

But your horse is fighting a deadly wound

Broken wings signify not now

But obliged to live an agonizing delay

When all winds conspire to drift you away

And bitter helplessness is waiting to slay

The last atom of your courage in one thousand way

Ruthlessly-for every wrong - make you dearly pay

But remember, every wound, has a healer to mend

Despair prays for hope to appear

And relief shows up after hardships and fear

Broken wings will soon turn sound and strong

To fly high as they used to do, maintaining equilibrium

Weighing both scales whatever the burden

Make of broken wings an experience, collect each hurdle

To scribble your book of life, called symposium!!

Gigi Mejri