Friday, November 1, 2024

ADNAN REKANI

 



 

She Alone Knows…

 

She alone knows..

How to wander in my world

And explore the being of my body’s stations,

Filling the bucket of passion with tenderness

To absorb the noise of melancholy from me..

So that poets flirt with my hue..!

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She alone knows..

My dreams will not fall,

After the conviction of love was revealed

Humbled by the prayer of purity..

And in its orbit the shyness of excitement persists.!

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She alone knows..

Like the tan of olives, its leaves were scattered

With longing,

A kiss flows between the fingers of hope

From which I drink the Zamzam of life..!

Before I wrote down the notebook of wishes

And invaded the cities of dreams.

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She alone knows..

The madness of her love among the atheists

The wisdom of the weak and the prophecy of the fortune tellers,

Whenever your ghost draws a poem of fire

By which the ignorance of the people and my foolishness burns

And those dreams sleeping with the passion of affection

Trouble the window of the afflicted heart..!

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She alone knows..

 

From the sea's eagerness she inherited

The world of eternity and the originality of the waves,

When I get lost in the paths of passion

And the dream of the departure of the Caesar is a legendary farce

With it we conclude the front of the disabled age..

Like the desert's belief in the sanctity of thirst..!

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She alone knows..

In the bag of time,

That I am bound by the four humors

When the witnesses fail in their conquests in my city

My chapters gasp on their pulpits

So they imitate me as a talisman for waiting..

To conclude the tables with a blind law.!

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She alone knows..

My being is enveloped by childhood visions

So crying is delayed,

Gathering up the losses of the sea's fragmentation

With the delay of the rituals of longing

And the warmth of the secret of the processions of anguish

When my grave marker signs for departure..!

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She alone knows..

My body still carries

In the pores of its pockets your scent,

So my silence shines in the furthest reaches of the forest

And gasps twice..!

The arrows of distraction almost stole your details

And I am on the balcony of oblivion.!

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She alone knows ..

The nature of the secret of the storms

Taking refuge in a weak universe,

When the wind becomes a dreamer

Hiding in the features of a dress

Drank a cup of hot illusion,

And wove from my veins

A prayer rug for seeking guidance.!!

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She alone knows..

That the birth of dusk follows my traces

And the wolves howl in the valley of discord,

She searches between the cracks of the rocks a question

For the last pleasures, for no answer is enough for her

Departure or dying..

Perhaps an embrace in the form of oblivion..!

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She alone knows..

The fall of poetry on the skin of the soul

Arranges the life of the willows by the river,

So blessed is the dew of a lost passion

On the whiteness of your breasts it twists,

Confused by the lie of directions and the strangeness of

The mirrors of clay pregnant with hope.!

 

She Said Come On..

 

We chat about the chapters of the homeland

Scattered in the hands of fate

And the groaning that we played together,

At the bottom of time.!

Come on..

We fade away like a cloud of fog

In the valley of sadness,

And its silence that assassinates my power

Wrapping me in you with a seductive spirit

When the migration of hopes slaps me

Come on..

Absence splits me in half

And each half eats its other part

Tell me when will I settle in peace in you..!!

And you are the ember in the bosom of the fires

Come on..

For my heart licks

The empty spaces between us

So will waiting kneel,

On the carpet of the wind..!!

To create a longing from my sorrows

Come ..

For I am the one born in you

And buried alive with the nectar of your love

I repeat it every morning and evening

To arrange for your eyes the most beautiful songs

Come ..

O breeze of a wasted life

And the tone of a hungry life in her waist

The sweat of her thirsty lips withered,

And in you is the argument and its refreshing drink

Come ..

We gain time without time

We shake hands with the nightingales of the soul with a kiss

It squeezed the history of the universe,

In the paradises of hope and the dwellings of heaven

 

I Love Rain..

 

I squeeze the cloud of promises to fashion the neighing of life into embers, and I don't know how to extinguish the fires of longing with your stray kiss, and the delirium of my night seeks the warmth of barren paths, I am tired and the pulse wandering on the back of anxiety, and the horses of absence race the wind, when the smoke draws me a sanctuary drowned in the darkness of groaning, I take refuge in the shadow of desperate wounds, and I challenge its rebellious storms, to cling to the sail of your velvet eyes, I pass my blind pen over your lips, and the trembling of my hands swallows the ships of the passersby, they are the letters of satire, my heart, shedding the honey of your endless love with dreams of leaves.

I am still sensing that unknown end of a suspended story, to interrogate the bubbles of speech by entering the conversation about a woman who is good at swimming in the seas of rhythm, and accompanied the tastes of magic, and I, my lady, love rain.

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ADNAN REKANI


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