A MADMAN’S GESTURE
1995
Ayad Gharbawi
In rooms of a time I called yesterday
The evenings were red I felt
The sunsets meant something final to me
A pointless hand gestured meaningfully
A sentence expressed passions
Where else did I paint scenes of life
You saw the conversations
The attempts
In instances hopeful
I cried once or twice
To create
The hope of love
And fulfilment, how strange
Glancing nowhere
Walking somewhere
Where do I exist?
I can be, I can love
Yet, in loneliness’ laws
Who is there
To love?
Aug 5, 2010
Aug 5, 2010 at 12:24 PM UTC
A MADMAN’S GESTURE
1995
Ayad Gharbawi
In rooms of a time I called yesterday
The evenings were red I felt
The sunsets meant something final to me
A pointless hand gestured meaningfully
A sentence expressed passions
Where else did I paint scenes of life
You saw the conversations
The attempts
In instances hopeful
I cried once or twice
To create
The hope of love
And fulfilment, how strange
Glancing nowhere
Walking somewhere
Where do I exist?
I can be, I can love
Yet, in loneliness’ laws
Who is there
To love?
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