The Fall Of Sun
Without
introductory, the armies of ruin set out
The chaos is
scattered over the necks of the defeated
What battle do
we have to fight?
Which struggle
takes the form of an eagle?
Chased from all
sides
We can choose to
engage in the hustle
And bustle of
megacities,
Or stay under
the shade of an old tree,
Waiting for the
sun to fall.
***
I will pull my
feet out of the mud pool
I see in front
of me buildings skyscraping
The clouds
trains rushing and racing the wind.
A world unites
under a unified slogan
For the first
time,
I see
globalization flying as a flag
I see myself
covered with its loose dress
***
Oh, Good people,
now the battle is over
Some people won, and others lost.
Open your homes
to the sun
On the wall of exile.
The heart's
trembling listens to a sad song
Gradually get rid of her whining
Mixed with the
hustle and bustle of megacities.
***
I won't start;
I'll wait for the last of the temples to fall
I will be
silent.
What modern
philosophy do we believe in?
Waiting is our
last gate.
Heavy curses hit
turbulent surfaces
I won't mess with history
With fields of
historians
With fleets of
brokers who trade in the corpse of truth
But I see a future that needs adventure.
***
Those beats are
holy Crazy laughs
Moments that
evaporated in seconds.
Our broken
dreams, Memories,
We are the ones
who were chased by the doves of fortune
Through
different orbits
Restorative
nights won't be able to take us back
No cafes crowded
with strangers
No crying can
take us a little back
***
What has been
left for us...?
Only
half-solutions
Half a smile,
Half a city,
Half parting,
The tired body
in the suitcase
The torn body
like an antique
The exiled body
in another body moving very slowly
Doom trained to
pounce like a hungry man
Before the first
nap,
There is a
terrifying dream
Lurking around
us,
The noise of an
owl on a very black night,
Static brains by drug.
Fever slowly
creeping under the old moonlight
Oh,
The end of the
paths, scatter
The whiteness of
the heart
The darkness of vision
Sadness ignites
the bomb of caution, shining like the
Fringes of ears
Like dreamy blue
eyes
Like ashes
accumulating in the chests
Eternal sadness
surrounds me with additional chains.
***
I sat next to a
little bird that fell down from the nest
The place was
imaginary
The wind hits
the trees violently trees are steadfast
The vast garden
is ravaged by storms
The morning is
lazy
The desire is
strong to wake up
On which banks
will you anchor, oh dream?
Oh nightmare
***
Half a turn that
goes to the end of life.
Who knows?
Maybe the moon
is splitting
Maybe the Earth
is giving birth mercury mice
Maybe the trees
fall,
Maybe the storm
is getting stronger,
And the stars
fall into the cup of the fields. Maybe rivers of pain flow,
The flower of
the heart opens
Maybe the thick
black night gives me
Some luck or
some happiness.
The Queen Of The Mountains
My hands raise
splinters
Streams
threatened by desertification Balconies around mirrors
The sea
inhabited by the astonishment
Of its light
creatures
The sea of white
questions
With the shiver
of the seasons.
***
What does a bee
say to a sunflower?
What does it
whisper to the sun?
To the fire
burning in the corner
To the trees
standing in the heart
To the moons
distributed between the sidewalks
To wings of vision
To speculations
What does
sunlight imply?
Numbers,
Words.
Loose sentences,
Shouts,
Dates,
Names,
What does
sunlight reveal?
Rivers violently
rushing?
Spears?
Arrows,
Cutting swords,
Exciting,
What does
sunlight reveal?
Heavy rain
Poems fleeing
from their books
Raging hell,
Fuzzy comma,
Wandering air,
Vigilance,
***
I often get in
the way of turtles.
Gently flip them
over on their backs
Draw a huge
circle around them,
Like the eyes of
an owl,
I often bury my feet in a pit full of oil
I often block
the opening of the light with my little hands
To take shelter
from the heat of August
I also hardly
falter between one distance and another
And hit the void
****
O eyes that look
up O stray hands
The Queen of the
Mountains recites her talismans
Then she throws
it into the whale's jaw
Then she goes
back to her cave at the end of the night
***
In the eye there
is a petrified tear in the throat there is a heartbreak
In the heart
there are collapsed cities and wounds They said here lived a huge frog
Here is a dove
built its nest
On the edges of
the trees a bird fell
And another flew
I got out.
I went out
following the myths of the cats Myths of women cloaked in black
Following the
steps of the fairy tale
And a big lie
called happiness I went out... I got out.
Following
headless shadows and spotted deer I went out, I wish I didn't get out.
SUAD AL KUWARI
SUAD AL KUWARI: A Qatari poet, her
works are distinguished by their artistic depth and their treatment of human
and cultural themes that reflect her environment and heritage. Her works have
been translated into several languages. Suad Al Kuwari has participated in
numerous cultural and literary events inside and outside Qatar. Poetry
Publications: "A New Door to Enter" Arabic version: First edition
(2001), second edition (2024). First edition in English, French, and Spanish
(2024). "In Search of Life" Arabic version: First edition (2001),
second edition (2024). First edition in English, French, and Spanish (2024).
"It Was Not My Soul" Arabic version: First edition (2000), second
edition (2025). First edition in English, French, and Spanish (2025).
"Heiress of the Desert" Arabic version: First edition (2001), Second
edition (2025). First edition in English, French, and Spanish (2025).
"Queen of the Mountains" Arabic version: First edition (2004), Second
edition (2025). First edition in English, French, and Spanish (2025).
"Collected Poetic Works" Arabic version (2022). "Rubik"
Japanese haiku poems, First edition (2025). "Woman of Straw" Poems in
Chinese, First edition (2025). "A Garden of Suad Al Kuwari's Poetry"
Poems in Persian, First edition (2025).
Founded "Suad Al Kuwari Publishing and Distribution House" in
2024.
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