KAREEM ABDULLAH

 

 

Between Your Scent And Your Ruin

Another Dawn Is Born

 

The scent of your body and the smell of gunpowder have never left my bedroom. It's as if love, passing through here, left half of itself like a cushion of warmth and the other half like a black cloud hanging from the ceiling of my soul.

 

I enter the room and my steps follow me between two opposites: the dew dripping from your fingertips and the smoke rising from the four directions where the earth was testing its cruelty upon us.

 

Nothing is buried in the rubble of memory. Wars don't die; they only change names and reside within us like a hidden tattoo, invisible to passersby, but which lights up every time we close our eyes.

 

You were the small miracle in an age that excelled at building tombs. You were the planet that survived an imminent collision with a galaxy of hate.

 

And while the sky fired bullets at terrified cities, you fired another bullet into my chest: a kiss that doesn't kill, but rearranges the chaos, forcing the fragments of my heart to align like soldiers bidding farewell to life.

 

The Saffron Scent

And The Waves Of The Eyes

 

Your saffron dress, my love, radiates from every thread a light woven by time with threads of gold, as if the sky had given the earth its last color before departing. I hear every step you take, drawing me towards you, like a soft note in an ancient melody played by the wind. You are the whispers that seep through the royal fragrance, a fragrance known only to kings, and you alone are the one who narrates in my eyes the endless poems of love. Every strand of your hair, each one has a story to tell, but the most beautiful thing about you is what hides behind your eyes, where the scent of saffron and the dream of flourishing fields reside. And you, you are the flower whose voice is heard in the silence of the universe, when you breathe. In your eyes, I see the sky celebrating, and in your heart, this world revolves around itself, following your footsteps, as a river follows its course under the bright sun, and you, you are the sun that never sets. All my dreams turn into roses when you touch them, you are the lady of the luxurious perfume that mingles with waves of love and sings the senses with a melody that echoes deep within. You are the one I live in and you are the one I see at every sunset when the colors of saffron creep into my sky, and the air sings about you, as rivers sing in time. Your love is time, and time is you.

 

KAREEM ABDULLAH

 

KAREEM ABDULLAH is an Iraqi poet, writer and playwright. Born in Baghdad in 1962, Kareen Abdullah is the author of "Baghdad in Its New Dress" (Book House 2015). His name has appeared in many important Arabic literary magazines and he won the Tajdeed Prose Poetry Prize in 2016. Kareem has published eight collections of poetry in Arabic and his poems have been translated into numerous languages. Creator of the highly successful cultural project that promotes poets and artists with the critical literary and stylistic analysis that he carries out in collaboration with the international cultural promoter Elisa Mascia - Italy, with subsequent publications in Alessandria today Magazine and on the blog nonsoloarteepoesia Magiche Emozioni dell'Anima. He is an official international member of Ciesart and has been published in Humanity Magazine Global