MUNIR MEZYED

MUNIR MEZYED

MURAL OF LOVE & INSPIRATION

In my revelation

The harp of the goddess of lyrics

Persists in playing

I sing....!

In the beginning was my beloved

And the spirit of God was moving

Upon the face of waters....

My beloved is a godly mermaid of almond and olive

With legendary colors…

She descended from heavens unto my waters..

I bathe her in the brine of my tears.

Subtle in her long braids

Floating in my spirit and singing to me

She intermingles her essence with my burning desires,

Lights the candle of my verse with nectar and passion...

Oh, my beloved, how far I am from you

But I am nearer to death!

I am withered like old clouds

Grievous like a violet rose plunged in ice

And life is but an old, ill man

Thus, I am still waiting...!

Life here bears a resemblance to death

The eyelashes of the room enclose me

As a lamp in the ark wherein fire warms not the sepulcher

Thus, I am still waiting...!

Am I truly alive..?

Or, is there life living in death?

My wait dances with me, my fears flatter me

And I am still waiting...

I stroll...

I stroll with my ennui, with a spirit enshrouded in mist,

Whilst a sea is rising straight up to the shores of my soul,

And the water soaking the stones of the bleed....

In your voice is the murmur of fabled water

Whispering to the sands and stones,

What will come forth, and that will go into a dream,

An eminent dream that will live in concert

And leave with autumn winds.

You appear in the sky saying, Bless this pain,

The pain indwelling in the depths,

Glittering apparently in the spirit

Like a frozen pond in winter.

It echoes like sighs coming from a distant flute

Filling the air with melodies...

Melodies which are chanted by gods

Who cry and moan with the sad tune.

They pray, and call,

"O Allah, who is he who makes souls cry..?"

You have come!

You made out of me a lover

In time where I forgot

That love is like a rain

When pouring on a dead land, It revives it

O my soul’s desire

Save me!

I have detested the ruins of my soul

And in the lack of mud

I am drowning...

Baptize me!

Your tears are so warm

They can redeem my sins

Love me!

And that would be enough…!

THE MIRACLE OF LOVE & DREAM

He who loves the fragrance of earth will become a warrior

He who loves the woman’s femininity will becomes a poet

He who loves God will be become a sage and a saint…!

My life is scattered in the demise

Besieged by the call of death

Drowned in flood of dream of sacred love

That has not come yet…!

Naked, while I am chained by the chains of alienation

The gloomy eagle is savoring deliciously my liver

And my eyes are sipping the covetousness of dream

The desire to see her presence…

For the marvel of my silence in the springs of life

For the gasps of my sorrow from cracked bosom

The turtle pigeons of spirit suffer..

O grief carrying my shadow

You lean on the side of the poem’s sea

Its waters shiver

Running as a crying melody

It reminds you, my love, of my longing for you…

My tormented cry is in its isles

Winging freely between the scattered shadows

Upon the face of sky

Calling upon you from the sated forests with the haze

To return back to my bed…

Here

A dream is turning me into an infant child

Revealing unto me a breast behind heavens

Suckling me the divine verses…

Thus I crawl on the roof of the Galaxy

An angel with crystalline wings

Looking at the magic mirror

I am not who I am

But a fragrance of her delicious breaths…!

There

A land enriching my blood with henna

Implants in me its trees

While its springs are moisturizing my skin

Quenching my heart with sweet memories ….

O my love...

Who am I…?

Actually, who are you…?

You are an endless secret of blaze of ode

It makes the lover sleepless

While I am a secret

From the surprise of the first fire…!

Habibti

The transparency of the shadow of dream

Walks with all its charm on the roof of my fantasy

Carrying me to you

To chant for you the verses of love…

For you, my love,

The bird of Eden is cooing in divine joy

My poems

And heavens of yearning chirping the aches of my sorrows…

O you who stone the fantasy of my childhood

By the charm of breast

Torturing my butterflies

By their eagerness for the nectar of lips

Torturing my sparrows

By their flying between the twigs of limbs

I love you…!

I desire you

Trembles of the sea in my voice

Roar of thunder in my heart

Scented purple rain with dreams

Pouring in my soul angelic melodies…

Habibti

You are the first miracle of creation

The desire of dream

The lust of rain

The heavenly revelation in my blood…

Who can save me from this divine madness

And turn me into a warrior ridding the horses of heavens

To purify my palace, my temple

From rats and wolves….?!

MY BELOVED & THE DREAM

Rooted in the soul

The dream persists in perfecting its light

And landing on the cherry lips of my beloved…

Now, O ache of memories

I behold it stained with blood

Praying among the ascending fire and smoke

Ascending from the houses of the poor

From the flesh of children and mothers…

How hard life is when death lifts its scythe up

And dream is unable to sparkle

Falling unconsciously as a victim of futility

The futility of hate and greed...

O tragedy that is replete with elegies

O spirit that is crowned with blood

Has not the time come yet for my sorrow

To create a miracle for my dream….?

My brothers cast my beloved

In the gloomy depths of the well

And now

They want me either mute or dead….

I no longer have enough time left from my age

To heal the wounds of my sorrow

While I see the earth gathering the remains of its bones from the ashes..

No room for the neigh in the stable of tales!

Nor room for tears in the oasis of sorrow...!

Habibti

For the drops of fire bleeding from your eyes

The dream prays

Emanating from the womb of the sacred suffering

A rebellious god and lover

And for the blistered dolls

The angels chirp…

You call upon me

I smell your blistered hands

As much as I desire

To garnish the odor of death with jasmine

And to lift your sorrow up to heavens…

Habibti

Here I am

Reciting the epic of earth

Bestrewing the seeds of dream over the flesh of heavens

Thus the white and pure light kisses me

Coming from the springs of the inflamed love….

She creates a sun for my winter

A woman longing to meet me

Sipping all the sorrows of my exile

Turning me into a child running in the isles of dream …!

YOUR EYES MAKE MY DREAM SLEEPLESS

Under the poplar tree of water

Where the wind arches over it

An elegy of love contemplates its silence

Moves the dark wheels of night

And allows a star

Whose thought has the taste of salt

Longing to sink

And listening to the call of sea

To break its crystalline chains….

I behold it winding

A deep sound of shadows

Soon it sinks gradually… gradually

Vanishing into the depth of the sea…!

Your eyes make my dream sleepless

And praise their charm

Looking for me

Stimulating my replete grief with eagerness to sing…

Thus the thirsty time sparkles

And in the shrine of love

The earth performs its prayers…

Habibti

Torn by transient ideas

By thirst and rain

I run towards you without interruption

Stepping on the roof of time

And with so much adversity

I descend delightfully to the sanctuary of ecstasy

Your sanctuary…!

THIS IS HOW MY SONG DIES

The streets are no longer in their places

They infiltrate our balcony

Overlooking the Moon

Tattoo it with red lights…!

They prevent birds, the butterflies

The breaths of earth and heaven

From passing through

The shadow and tranquility  from growing

The emerald lace from expanding….

Two poplar trees are on the other bank of life

Revolting against the dust

Trying in vain to open the gates of long contemplation …

Morning is awakened terrified by harsh screaming

At its feet where ashes hatch

My song dies…!

Habibti…!

Each one of us is in his own eternal exile

Isolating himself even from his own self

Sliding into the darkness of his depth

Uttering the ashes of old time

Stagnant in the memory…..

Every one of us runs toward his own whims

Lost in a race that never ends

We end up in the shelter of darkness and nihility….

We look for memories

Still glittering with a dim light

Coming from an unknown grave…

Through our eyes, the moon and night pass

A spectrum in the form of a dead man

In the coffin of mist...!

O My beloved on who ascends from the spirit of  my soil

From your own fragrance

Everything has turned into a dream

Haunted by a cloud of insanity

In vain

Trying to land at new harbors…..

Evening is a face among old faces

No one pays attention to it

Over its lashes where the birds suffocate

My song dies…!

O My beloved on who travels in my odes

Our words grow dim

Wandering in anxiety

Unable to praise the Lord

Suffering from sterility and drought…

Coagulate lips

Dream a lucid dream in a dead dream

Of the dew of kisses …

Night is saturated with fake lights

And on its body

Where the herd of stars leaves the grazing meadow

My song dies…

The wings of dream are breaking

Unable to wander in the heavens

We drink clamor and smoke

And our hungry eyes swallow the advertising posters….

This is how my song dies!

And the world dies….

Dies…

Dies with it…!

THE MELLOW CHARM

Habibti

You are the charm that matured with charm

The most luscious madness

The most desirable

And appealing for the soul…

In the sky of love

I fly to you a drunken angel

Kiss your scented mouth with god’s aroma..

Thus the crystalline spring blooms in my memory

Angelic odes drinking the light of dreams..

The sun is enthralled

Standing on its shadows

And the stars are silent

Sinking in the poetry lakes…

Everything twinkles in the soft heavens

Beauty, charm and love-

You my love -

THE MOST LUSCIOUS LOVE POEM

Tonight, Habibti

I might be able to taste

The most luscious poem…

A storm of your glittering breaths

Strikes me

Letting all the leaves of hesitations fall

While the blue angel is running in the forest of my memory

Plucking the fruits of sorrow from its trees…

Love is getting naked for love

For poetry

For praying over the flesh of dream…

O fugitive love

Feeling from the pressure of vagrancy

Haste not nor run away !

I do not want this night to end

Till poetry pours out all its charm

In my chalice…!

PARADISE OF ECSTASY

On the wings of dream

The sweet twitting of your soul comes to me

From the depths of heavens

Carrying the odors of olive and orange

And the tales of lilac and incense

Moisturizing my longing with the flavor of reunion ...

Habibti…!

Flower buds of love seasons

Are blooming in the paradise of ecstasy

My Fantasy

While the sky is sleeping in the garden of my heart

Dreaming an eternal dream

And from its magic breast

I sip the milk of myths …

Habibti…!

Here I am surrendering myself to this glamorous dream

Defying the yelling of the poetry parrots

They drink darkness and demise

Swallowing grey ideas….

I breathe the aroma of unseen

Emanating from the gardens of the spirit

For my sake it gets naked before me….

Thus I see what it can not be seen!

Silence is a virgin nymph

Weaving the garments of the azure poetry

And From her breast

The secret water flows

Watering the priests of light and fire…

O poets,

Stay where you are ..!

I behold the sacred fire of poetry

Burning in the Spirit

Thus I go so that I may bring for you

From its charm a spark

Or find a way to eternity... !

THE CUP OF TRANSFIGURATION

On this earth

A complete and forgotten heaven

Greater than the sky that holds the twilight between her hands…

Every morning

She opens the windows of her desire to the birds of paradise

To fill the void with the melodies of love

Squeezing the incense of music from her watery breast

Not paying attention to the conflict of life and death...!

In the evening

She allows the butterfly of my heart to drink her heavenly nectar

Thus an invisible beam escapes from my words

Penetrating into the secret canopy

Where the monuments of creation perform their prayers

In the temple of water ...

O Heavens

Why does the blind fear the crying of thought

And the singing of the wound...?

Let me drink from the cup of transfiguration

The wine of inspiration drop by drop...

Inside of me that is intoxicated with charm

A soul is drenched by the tears of hymns

Around me, love wanders naked

Running between the breast and the flower

Searching for the water of the verses...!

BLUE BUTTERFLY FLYING IN THE UNKNOWN

Habibti…!

I am the last poet

I tour alone in the gardens of unseen

With the invisible flower of fire

Chasing death

Yearning to bury darkness alive...

Habibti…!

I breathe the sweet basil of your voice

Thus I expand a sky purifying all dreams

That plagued by the smoke of old visions

Freeing the kisses of light

And gathering the fragments of the burnt love ...

Habibti…!

Before the grass grew on the earth

I was the verse

And the rain that waters it

And you were the poem...

Now

Both of us are lost

I am roaming in the gardens of the unseen

While you are a blue butterfly flying in the unknown….

MUNIR MEZYED

  

MUNIR MEZYED is a well-known international writer (poet, novelist, translator & essayist) who writes in both English and Arabic and his poems  have been published worldwide and translated to Romanian, Spanish, French, Italian, Polish, Danish, Greek, German , Portuguese, Serbian, Slovenian, Albanian, Indonesian, Persian, Hindi …etc. He studied in England and U.S.A, traveled all around the world and settled himself in Romania in 2005 where he found his freedom after he had left Jordan where his work was banned there as well as in Middle East due to his liberal thinking and his struggle for democracy and human rights.