Monday, May 18, 2015

Hamlet the Poet

This is my translation of  Nizar Qabbani's poem "Hamlet the Poet". 

Hamlet the Poet

To be, or not to be… a woman

That is the question.

To be my favourite woman,

My spoiled Turkish kitten,

My sun, oh thou art my sun.

To be a blissful hand on my forehead,

To be a star in my next life… that is the question.

To be it all, or lose it all: I am just as barbaric when in love.

To be everything a drop of dew, carried on a blossoming flower, represents.

To be my blue notebook,

My papers,

My mental ink.

To be, albeit, a word

Looking for its essence in my lips.

To be a girl blossoming in my hands.

That is the question.

Oh my beautiful nymph sent to me by the sea,

Oh my brutal sound of drumming,

Will you ever comprehend me?

I may have misinterpreted my thoughts,

I might have fallen in your love with blindfolded eyes,

I may well have blown balance with madness,

Because I only love with madness.

Therefore, take me as me, otherwise reject me.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

A Moment that Was

A split of a second brings all the difference.

At one rational moment, the power of brain overwhelms,

but still tiny adolescent stings send shivers 

across the physical atoms and electrons. 

These rare moments, 

transport us to nearby pasts,

where sweetness was once recognized,

and where truthfulness felt genuine.

Alas though, they get affluent times of interruptions

declaring them “lawless and punishable.”

Still the tingling moments creep in, unknowingly,

searching for sensical meanings

of how destinies were meant to be. 

They’re all “unintended wisdoms,”

acquired without notice, without desire. 

For a moment, the transportation seems pleasant

calling all the passion that was. 

Only for a moment. 

Monday, December 9, 2013

Dubai Marina at Night

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Dubai Marina at Night, a set on Flickr.

A collection of photos I've taken of beautiful lights and reflections of Dubai Marina at night.

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Monday, June 10, 2013

Upon a Different Train

The hissing is secret. 

The whispering takes stage behind the scenes.  

Lips moving, shamelessly, to declare,

lawlessness in its ugliest forms. 

The laughs are exchanged, 

to determine an aforethought deception. 

And in the end, 

A hurt faithfulness decides to depart

upon a different train, 

to reclaim and regain.  

Friday, May 24, 2013

Magic of the Eye

It’s all about the eyes.

It’s neither the color, nor the neighboring lashes.

It’s, rather, your own reflection

mirrored through dancing pupils,

which are live testimonies to a timeless attraction.

Needless of words,

they communicate profound meanings of love,

only fathomed by the experienced and first-timers alike.

Just like clocks, ticking sincere passion by the second,

they also alarm you to decisive moments,

dispatching commas and full stops,

to finally announce: “The End.”

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Dancing Shadows

It is dark and silent. 

Candle lights swinging in awe,

in respect to two dancing shadows. 

They represent an everlasting sensation, 

covered with lustful legitimacy,

and an endless thirst for a revolution against moderation. 

They speak an unspoken language,

only known to their special coexistence.

The touches, breaths, and whispers,

dominate the brutal conversation,

perfumed with a passionate aroma. 

They both enlighten the night,

with owl-like sparks,

which further electrify the passing seconds.

It is brutality in its most passionate forms, 

indifferent to its sadistic moments

because of one convincing reason:

"unconditional love."