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

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

O' heart !
Lesions have grown deeper,
For you've gone too further.
I can reach you no longer.
If only you were closer.
I wish you were nearer,
More dutiful than ever.
Get back to me.
I am begging you,
Listen to me,
You've been through enough.
All was and still tough.
Nothing has changed.
Everything is rough.
All I want is to laugh.
I am beseeching you,
Get back to me.
My chest is missing you,
And needing you.
Without you,
Madder I should become.
With you,
Relief is eager to come.
To be mine again,
For me,
That's already a gain.
Listen!
To me,
You are dear.
Your absence I can't bear.
Your pulse I miss to hear.
Please! Come here
So that I'd expel my fears
So that I'd nullify shedding tears.

Rachid Oulamine

To whom Shall I complain?
About the agonies,
my entire being flooded by,
About the disappointments,
life has shocked me by,
About those I wished to stay,
But who eventually said Goodbye,
and turned out all to be only pssersby.
To whom shall I complain?
I've exposed my being to the rain
To wash away all the acheing thoughts,
which are crossing my brain,
To wash all worries in every vein.
To the moon,
To the stars,
To the sun,
I complained about all that pain.
To heavens,
To the whole universe,
I did complain
To rescue me,
To save me from the rage,
But every time,
It was in vain.
To whom shall I complain?
About the scars,
And the grazes
Of the abandonments,
About the wounds,
Scratches
Of life's mistreatments,
About all the torments.
To whom shall I complain?
About all the dreams,
which turned to be impossible,
Which turns all things to be horrible,
About all my wishes,
which became unreachable,
About all that is untameable.
To whom shall I complain?
About the loss of the smile,
which I strove to make mine,
But which left without worrying
Whether I would be fine,
Whether I'd be able to rise and shine.
To whom Shall I complain?
About the farness of luck,
About the need for all that I lack,
About the tortures that rack,
And that burden my back.
To whom Shall I complain?
About the talkativeness,
which inhabits my body,
About the exhaustiveness,  
which rules my soul,
And which drives me so insane
That I behave like a fool,
Which paralysed me,
Blocked me,
Crashed me,
Then, to the ground,
It dropped me,
like a tool,
Motionless,
Powerless,
And worst of all,
Lifeless...

Rachid Oulamine

Who am I ?  
As a Walking shadow I am.
I breathe deeply to survive.
I fight strongly to smile.
I sometimes appear and feel alive,
but I oftentimes disappear and feel alone.
I am seen for some time,
but I unluckily get unseen for most of the time.
I close my eyes hardly to forget,
but I open them asleep
and recall
what I was trying to let go.
I see what I was trying to run from.
Dreams don't just come and go.
Dreams tell us about what we have lifted for so long inside.
Lucky I am or unlucky doesn't matter.
I wasn't born to choose.
I wasn't born not to lose.
Destiny comes against my will.
Destiny comes as a fire of hell.
Asking happy I am or unhappy may only bring about sorrow
which would intensely grow.

Rachid Oulamine

O' My inner soul !
For God's sake,
What's wrong with you?
What are you hoping for?
Tell me,
What are you looking for?
Aren't you tired?
Aren't you bored?
Aren’t you exhausted?
You do nothing but
   blaming me,
Berating me,
And disturbing me.
O' Soul, tell me !
Why all this overmuch thinking?
Why all this nonstop wrestling?
What are you chasing?
Where are you rushing?
Stubbornness is your wont.
I am already enervated.
Is that what you want?
Don't you pity me?
Why don't you comfort me?
Please,
why don’t you just
Enfold me,
Accept me,
And get used to me.
Your constant rage is devouring me.
Your frequent pressure is piercing me,
Annoying me,
And wounding me.
Can’t you feel?
The confusion scattered on my heart.
This distraction descended on my mind,
O' Soul !
Through you,
Within you,
Isn't there a peck of mercy?
For you,
That’s my query,
For I am terribly weary.

#Rachid #Oulamine

When recalling its wonderful colors
I look at the mighty sky
Through which I obviously envisage them.
When remembering its plentiful qualities,
I catch sight of the glossy sun
Through which I clearly see them.
When recalling its beautiful features,
I look up at the shiny moon
There I can fairly set my eyes on them
If these images were engraved in my soul,
If I didn't sense them with the veins of my heart,
If I didn't see them the with eyes of my soul,
I would not feel them,
I would not be obsessed with them,
Nor would I die for pursuing them,
I wonder why I badly love them?
Why I feel a profound admiration for them?
They never leave the line of my sight,
Nor can my sight stand being distant,
Parted, or stay away from them.
Their physical absence,
Physical disappearance,
Turn into a spiritual contact with them,
For they are part of me,
And I am part of them.