Thursday, October 1, 2026

ADNAN AL-RIKANI

 


 

Sultana Of The Sea... (24)

 

I bite the lips of the desolate night

And I ask myself when doubt overwhelms me,

Did the rain precede her birth?

Or did the afflicted thunder's flash fall upon the branches of the soul?!

I tried so hard to unravel the mysteries of the rampant arrogance that burns within me...

Then the back of that belonging "A" arched,

And it climbed the ladder of smoke bubbles,

Patching up the minutes of the bundles and devouring the day.

And from the bitterness of my coffee fell,

The dreams of the evening with the delirium of a yellow wall.!!

 

My Heart's Queen.. (25)

 

Like a delicate crack, your warmth seeps through,

To touch the shifting order of my darkness..

And that stray pulse settles within me

When you pass through the window of my heart with a complex secrecy

Appointments don't fit with the wall calendar

And no meaning remains for the mysterious moments

All thoughts touch my heart lightly Like the falling snowflakes of winter, from your femininity

And beneath the cloak of angelic wings...

The verses of the fall are interpreted with feeble explanations

And you were a miracle, transcending the time of the prophets...!

And on the edge of the earth I slept, awaiting

The death of the letter R for war, beyond imagination.

 

My Heart's Queen.. (26)

 

The memory of exile stumbles with its steps...

When the light steals the shawl of my dreams

Leaving its shadow to squeeze my proud pains

In the eyes of yesterday before departure,

I found my hand counting the fingers of time

And severing it from the traps of its promises...

Whenever I tamed sorrow with my tears

I found the poem praising it with some The Hadith

And she sells the soul's essence in its markets,

How can I clothe the nakedness of my heart with excuses...

While emptiness tramples the fire of waiting with its feet?

It waters its lilies with the rain of clouds,

At the setting of the sun, and the body of the earth conceives

With the frailty of the threads of a barren generosity

In the bottom of an empty cup...!

 

ADNAN AL-RIKANI

 

 


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