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27/M/Morocco - Agadir
Rachid Oulamine was born in Ait Baha, a small town in the south-east of Morocco, not that far away from Agadir City. He obtained his Bachelor's degree in English Studies at Ibn Zohr University, Agadir in 2016. He is very into reading and composing poetry.
Thou art like a sudden lovely breeze,
Blowing through a hot summer day
Thou liken the dew of an early morning,
Thou resemble spring in its colorful form,
Thy appearance hath a form of a heavy rain,
Miraculously born out of a missed winter,
Causing the aridity of both earth and souls to fade,
As a godly reaction to all the prayers made,
Upon thy drops gently splashing against the grass,
Buds fabulously blossom into scented flowers,
And all these merge into an enchanting fragrance,
Thou hence become the redolent aroma,
Thou, to the spirit-ears, sound like a tide,
Caressing the grains of a thirsty sand,
The difference is, to the fondly gazing eyes,
Thou don’t turn into foam
Nor do thou vanish into the shore,
Thy charm stands mysteriously still,
And never goes unnoticed
To beholders, thou look like a vibrant rainbow,
Thy allure makes birds unceasingly twitter,
And everything around vitally glitter,
Thou art the dim sunrays breaking through mist,
Hosting earth in your greatly warm, wide chest,
Thou resemble nature in all its heavenly features,
Thou art the bewitching face of the universe,
Pondering thee drives this being off the senses,
Meditating thee cuts off the links of the spirit with space,
It makes it go unconsciously beyond time,
Bidding spiritually farewell to the entire essence in thy face
Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 5:50 AM UTC
You came like a flash of lightning,
You stroke my being,
You hit my heart with all your dazzling might,
And broke into me,
Yet, you did not prolong,
You went back as swiftly as you came,
Your strike left a scar within,
And ruins out and hereabout,
You made me lame,
I, though, chased with my eyes,
Untill you went out of sight,
You vanished through the sky
Mingled with space,
Became emptiness,
Then I drew back my chasing look,
And gave up on you and on your return
and everything else you took...
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 7:45 AM UTC
Cheers to those who loudly scream, but are turned a deaf ear to.
Cheers to those who patiently beg for concern, yet are turned a blind eye to.
Cheers to those whose hearts are broken and ache in silence.
Cheers to those having no more tears to cry nor a heart left to suffer.
Cheers to those whose life ***** and smile, though.
Cheers to those who love deeply, and aren't loved back.
Cheers to those who keep stumbling, and getting back on their feet.
Cheers to those whose days are alike, yet they are used to them.
Cheers to those who are in constant search of something they have no clue about.
Cheers to those having their faces buried through their phones day and night.
Cheers to those who are always aimelessly wandering.
Cheers to the poor who still believe that money doesn't create happiness.
Cheers to those who keep failing, and never surrender, and cheers to those who surrendered as well.
Cheers to those promising and never keep their promises.
Cheers to those trying their best to find a way out of their misery, and never succeed.
Cheers to those seeking attention, and never get it.
Cheers to those who appear strong publically, and lose that strength in private.
Cheers to those who fear, but always claim bravery.
Cheers to those desiring to change their lives, and have no idea how or where to begin.
Cheers to those undergoing hardships, and expect no aid.
Cheers to those who are lost and await no one's guide.
Cheers to those who vow to leave, and never dare to depart.
Cheers to those who have been abondoned, and left behind for no reason.
Cheers to those who never lose faith, no matter what, and cheers also to those who've failed keeping it...
Rachid Oulamine
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 7:43 AM UTC
Traumatised be not,
In a land,
where hate is shamelessly shown,
and love is, however, hidden.
In a land,
where one scorns lovers,
and wishes secretively to be loved.
Surprised be not,
In a land,
Where it is common to abuse,
but a sin to woo.
traumatised be not,
In a land,
where a ruler is tyrant,
Yet his tyranny is idolized,
in a land,
where the rich are avaricious,
and the poor generous.
Surprised be not,
in a land,
Where temples matter
more than humans,
In a land,
Where the elite dine twice,
And the rest, of hunger, die twice.
Traumatised be not,
Where enlightenment is fought
And ignorance is taught.
Traumatised be not,
In a land,
Where life is choetic,
And where everything is pathetic.
After all,
Suprised be not
At any surprising contradiction
In land of contradictions...
By Rachid Oulamine
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 5:33 PM UTC
O' my noble soul !
I never thought
I never knew
love would change lives
the way yours has changed my own
I never paid attention to realize
how incomplete my life was till you fetched the quite big completing part I lacked.
O' dear how marvelous to have you near,
here where I sense your pleasing presence every now and then.
Dear beautiful stunning face,
Would you come along
and tell me
how It would be like If I no longer had you in front of my eyes?
what If I no longer had you by my side?
I doubt I'd stand as much as I perfectly doubt I'd survive.
I am begging you,
hold me tight to save every inch of me from falling apart, for I endlessly love you with every single beat of my heart and so will I for the rest of my life.
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 7:30 PM UTC
You are the moonlight.
When I look at you,
I feel a great desire
To be the stars around you.
You are a perfect rose,
And nothing smells ever like you.
You are out of the world,
Beyond the universe,
And nothing looks ever like you.
When I set my eyes on you,
I lose my entire strength,
And become breakable before you.
I wonder whether you are from heaven,
Or heaven is you.
Rachid Oulamine
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 9:17 AM UTC
Be YOURSELF !
Be a pure "YOU".
Be under no one's hand.
Be what you choose to,
Not anything selected for you.
Be what you wish to be,
Not that whichever society,
Or any other entity demands.
Be your own decisions,
And the thoughts of your creation.
Be no longer what's forced on you.
Be anymore whatever comes along.
Be the "SELF" of your choice.
Be your own free traditions.
Be your proper terrific customs.
Be the breaker of unnecessary chains.
Be the phrases of your construction.
Be the rebellious words setting you free.
Be the "YOU" that liberates you.
Just be the "YOU" that inspires you,
With no single thought to the opinion of the rest.
Rachid Oulamine
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 4:09 PM UTC
Deprived of the spirit,
Left split,
Bit by bit,
Amid death and life,
Left impeded,
Disabled,
Unable to help it.
The body is vacant.
No life is inside.
Only emptiness rules in,
And so does it outside,
Darkness is the inhabitant,
And I'm drifted on its tide,
Loneliness is the occupant.
Salvation is what I bide.
No part is any longer mine,
The sight,
Mind,
And the heart,
All are dwelt,
And so is every part,
Grabbed,
Can't be felt.
My being is hung,
Horribly Burnt,
About to melt,
I'm condemned to longing,
Constantly yearning,
Eying nothing,
But the reflection,
Of one thing,
Taking shape of everything.
The angelic shadow,
I try to flee from,
Yet, It chases me, though,
Omnipresent are its traits,
At which I glance,
And gain temporal fits.
Such a trance!
Thrown by its lance,
And had me on the ground,
Groveling,
And writhing,
Of permanent wrench,
Flinging me into non-existence,
It garroted my presence.
In each vein,
I've stroved knives,
Awaiting the hand,
To take off every knife,
Awaiting its touch
To put me back to life.
RACHID OULAMINE
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 6:10 AM UTC
O' dear time !
Why are you shifting?
Sometimes you please.
Sometimes you frighten.
Sometimes you slow.
you usually hasten.
Why don't you gladden?
Why are you in hurry?
Why do you quicken?
Shall I fight you,
Or let myself go
Wherever I am taken?
Scary is your slowness.
Scarier is your quickness.
Why all that swiftness?
O' dear time !
I'm well tied to your haste.
How can I resist?
I am dragged,
How can I desist?
Slow down !
Why do you insist?
Where are you taking me?
What is that you're hiding for me?
Can't you speak?
Can't you reply?
Can't you just tell me?
Why are you in a hurry?
Why do you quicken?
Rachid Oulamine
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 5:32 PM UTC
Who're you, smile?
You're graved in me,
Traced in me,
Deeply scultpured in me.
Who're you, smile?
I am fascinated,
Captivated,
O' smile!
To you,
I am hitched.
Am I bewitched?
You're the sun,
The moon,
You are the light,
Dwelling my sight,
Every single day,
And every single night.
Who're you, smile?
The earth,
The Sky,
And the sea,
All take on the form of you,
Turn into the shape of you,
You're pretty.
Unusual is your beauty.
Who made you so?
I think of you,
Dream of you,
I am lost in you.
Certainly,
Enchanted I am,
Yet,
Your suitor I am.
Your admirer I am.
Tell me,
Who're you, smile?
Rachid Oulamine
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 5:19 PM UTC