Transform your life,
Into a symphony of mirth,
A radiant melody—
For one day,
Laughter will falter,
And silence will claim the stage.

From fleeting moments,
Weave enduring beauty.
Let your words
Rise as art,
Each line a testament
To the spirit unyielding.

When time erases echoes,
Your creation shall linger—
A timeless gift to the void.

Today is younger than tomorrow,
Yet older than yesterday,
A fleeting moment caught in the stream
Where yesterday’s toddler
Grows into today’s swift runner,
And tomorrow’s old man
Wanders with his cane.

The world remains a place of pain,
A ceaseless cycle of becoming and fading.
Yesterday’s lecturer, once a figure of wisdom,
Now finds himself lost to the madness of today.

In this relentless march of time,
Each phase transforms and redefines,
An unending journey from youth to frailty,
Where past roles dissolve into the present’s strain.

I saw her there,
Standing quietly
Under the soft, flickering glow
Of a streetlight.
Her skin, pale as cotton,
Contrasted sharply
With her dark, gothic attire
And hair blacker than
A raven’s wing
In the dead of night.

She was petite,
With delicate features
That hinted at a secret—
The kind a fairy
Or pixie might hold.
Though I had places to be,
Her gentle smile and curious gaze
Kept me rooted.

Courage appears
When you need it most.
In that moment,
I had to know her name.
But in a world so jaded,
How could we tell
If either of us
Wasn’t just playing
A trivial game?

As my throat tightened,
Her smile widened,
Perhaps a silent invitation—
And every part of me
Hoped it was true.

Since that night,
When Cupid’s arrow
Struck us both,
Our lives have intertwined,
Filled with light and laughter,
Along with untimely tears.
A love once doubted by many
Has grown stronger,
Thriving through the years.

I am a poet
Who paints with words.
My words are my crayons
Your understanding is
Your new poem .
My poems are inspiring
To all artists
But not all poets .

Today is  worse than  yesterday,
But better than tomorrow.
Today is a lost day
Yesterday was a gift!
But hard to accept this shift.
What is time,
If today is not yesterday?
Look for your day
But don't make of it
A dramatic play!
No ,I don't want to say
That your day is my day .

Title: Lingering Wounds

The vestiges of my wounds persist,
Undeniably unhealed as the passage of years ensues.
A palpable sense of self-negation prevails,
The weight of the past causing an abrupt collapse.

The reservoir of tears, once considered a remedy,
Proves futile in altering the irrevocable theft.
Today's scars are emblematic remnants,
Echoing the enduring pain of yesterdays.

Irrespective of station, be it doctor or pop star,
A singular destiny awaits, beyond the horizon afar.
The temporal journey's end, it shall conceive,
Leaving behind a mere vestige, in memory we believe.
In the grand tapestry of life, where dreams transpire,
All possessions, we hold, briefly do they aspire,
Transient treasures in our transient chest,
A poignant reminder, life's fleeting bequest

In halls of wisdom, where thoughts take flight,
A scholar stands, seeking truth's pure light.
Pr. Naceur Ben Mesbah, philosopher's name,
In the realm of ideas, he's gained his fame.

With mind as keen as a blade's sharp edge,
He delves into thoughts from every ledge.
Exploring the depths of thought's vast sea,
Guiding his students to ponder and be free.

Philosophy's tapestry he deftly weaves,
Asking questions profound, the mind he cleaves.
In lecture halls resonates his voice,
Provoking minds to make their choice.

With intellect like a beacon's glow,
He lights the path where thinkers go.
Through Socratic dialogue and discourse rare,
He nurtures minds with utmost care.

In pursuit of knowledge, he leads the way,
Challenging minds to explore each day.
Pr. Naceur Ben Mesbah, a philosopher bold,
Whose teachings and wisdom we firmly hold.

In sickness or health, my love,
I stand by your side,
With unwavering devotion,
as your comfort and guide.
Though shadows may loom, and clouds may gather near,
My love for you shines bright, casting away every fear.

When illness wraps you in its tender embrace,
I'll be the shelter that shields your grace.
In your weakest moments, I'll be your strength,
Together we'll conquer, no matter the length.

Through fever's heat or pain's relentless toll,
I'll be the rock on which you console.
For love knows no boundaries, no bounds to confide,
It's an eternal flame, a steadfast guide.

With tender care, I'll soothe your brow,
Whispering words to lift your spirit somehow.
In laughter and tears, and each fleeting sigh,
Our bond grows stronger as time passes by.

So fear not, my dear, for you're not alone,
In this journey through sickness, our love has grown.
I'll hold your hand through each trial we face,
With love as our beacon, we'll embrace every grace.

And when health returns, as it surely will do,
We'll cherish each moment, me and you.
For even in sickness, our love's light will glow,
A testament to the strength that we both know.

So take heart, my love, and let worries subside,
In sickness and health, I am forever your guide.
For even if you fall sick, remember this truth,
Our love's unbreakable, ageless and smooth.

In chambers bathed in scarlet's vivid hue,
A maiden graced with royalty's decree,
Emerged midst December's breath, anew,
From Rose's lineage, her destiny set free.

Unmatched, her beauty, whispered through the air,
The heir of nature's treasures, poised to sway,
In comfort's arms, her mother's artful snare,
A dance of elegance, life's intricate ballet.

Within a cardboard cradle, humble, quaint,
A refuge born of mundane refrigerator's guise,
A phoenix in captivity, a heart's soft plaint,
As melodies of her mother's toil did rise.

Cigar's lingering incense, spirits' lingering trace,
Notes of rye and gin, tales of twilight's embrace,
Invisible imprints of those who found their place,
Within the alcove where desires interlace.

Such life, a gilded cage, ornate and grand,
A prisoner of opulence, bound by gold,
As Rose's allure dimmed by time's swift hand,
Princess, once adorned, in shadows now enfold.

Questions, delicate as lilies on still water's face,
Restless ripples of thoughts profound,
Did her mother, too, in the past's embrace,
Yearn for a different fate, a path unbound?

Yet, such musings banished, like morning mist,
For from her mother's teachings, she had gleaned,
To drown uncertainties in spirits kissed,
In numbness find solace, in forgetfulness, dream.

But winds of change swept familiarity away,
Transforming the tapestry of life's design,
Seated in a café's embrace, a pivotal day,
A stranger's arrival, destinies align.

His smile, a canvas of sincerity untamed,
No hidden agenda in his tranquil gaze,
Words woven like an intricate tapestry unframed,
An invitation extended, a connection's blaze.

In her contemplative realm, a seed of query sown,
Could he fathom the secrets her past concealed,
A princess sculpted by a world overthrown,
In the crucible of a fate unrevealed?

Reimagined in verses, this tale unfolds,
A mosaic of sentiments, resplendent and pure,
From captive to sovereign, her journey of old,
Princess, unchained, her essence to endure.

I lost my mind
Trying to decode and fight
A world based on
Yesterday
He saw the light
Telling him to
Inform or to write.
My mind objected
And your hearsay was rejected.

Drifted away in the dark
Finding themselves in a deserted park.
Under the dark sky
Where no one could hear hi or bye.
Both alone,
In a very low tone.
Bodies melted together.
Feelings shouted however.
Love language is there,
So They showed no care.
All organs united.
A new body was created.
Harmony in breathing,
Melody in moving.
No word but  
We are right.
Their love was the only light.

Flipping through a dusty book,
There,
I re-discovered a lost photo
Making my hands shake,
My face looked very fake.
The photo captured a moment in time,
Of a life that was once so sublime
I yearned to escape
To that magical place,
Where my worries would vanish,
And my problems would erase.
But reality brought me back
To a world that was so full of lack.
Where the beauty of life only reflected in the past
But to overcome, I have to hide
This photo very fast.
The photo spoke to me,
That's you!
In a time you were carefree.,
When the world was your playground
Full of joy, laughter all around.
I sighed
It was an old book,but it still held life.
A story with no end, no sorrow, no strife
From the past I could look ahead.
Unpacking in my mind the memories
I have bled.
I found hope and took control.
My faith was restored, my heart made whole
The photo of that old book
Had written my own new look.

I wake up this morning
Having  a weird feeling
I don't know how
But it is very good
I felt a strong resolution
To do everything I could.
With staunch purpose
I chase a goal
Seeing it one day in my soul.
Everything I see
Has a soul and a voice.,
Both offering me a wide choice.
Will it be dangling dainties
Or tonics to make me feel strong?
Each choice is a decision
Right or wrong
Makes you really strong.

A scar that doesn't inspire
Will be nothing but a wild fire.
Feel your scars
Some of them are shining stars.

Poetry
      is
a speaking art

I paint my daily pain
With my heart and cane.
Tears, sorrow
for someone having no tomorrow.
A hopeless man
Striving to **** his inside pain
But in vain.
Wars, hunger and lack of rain
Men and women turned insane.
For whom the bell tolls
For you and I
I sigh
They cry
Because of your lie.

Which identity
Are you talking about
If our world is full of absurdity?
Which mask shall I wear
If your face doesn't care?
I need to know
Why don't I show
Who I am
If my birth came out of a drop of
***.
I am neither your future nor their
past
I am myself. ****!
That never cares about your
Beating drum.
I stand on my mind and
Not my ***.
My identity is  a mental entity
Faraway from
Fake power or celebrity.
I am myself.

Life is a list of expectations .
Each day has a special intonation.
One day for your birth
The other day for your death.
The day you leave
No one will believe
That your life was just an illusion
Has anyone got this confusion?

The day I fell in love
   With you,
       I had four of my ribs
 Broken.
       Could that be a love
  Token?

My life
Is nothing but a sharp knife.
Every day
I get stubbed.
One day in my heart,
Another day, in my other heart.
You made of my bleeding
Hearts
China ink.
That can neither write nor sink.
Write about the days' pain
Fight for fear of being insane.
Eternal pain
With no gun or chain.
Dancing with pains
Under that heavy rain.
Poor! They said
He turned insane.
Your heart still dwells in my heart.
Two hearts in one body
Making me less sturdy.
Free my poor heart
From your possessed one
I need to breathe and run.
Why not
Making fun
Having a daughter and a son.

One day,
There will be
No other days
But memories.

Two days
Met in a graveyard.
One was laughing
The other was crying.
What makes you laugh?
Your life was so rough.
What makes you cry?
Your life was a big lie.
Life is just one day!
You and I
Were nothing but
Two days.
Living in a weird maze.
What's another day
If your today is identical
To your yesterday?

Our life is a story
   without a title.
   We lost it
   In tittle tattle.
   Hatred,
   wars and battle.
Our life is an arena
Opponents like
A deer and hyena
Pain, tears and sorrow
No hope for today
Or tomorrow.
What's life in a world
Full of people
With an empty word.

I have been tired
Since I was fired
Fired from your heart
No love or hope
Holding this dark rope
I look around
Nothing like your heart
Could be found.
I miss your whispering sound.
It's pivotal
To tell them all
For whom the criers call
For a heart
Having no bell to toll.
I still hold the rope.
Do you know why?
Too late now,
No need to cry.

The first time I met my lady,
She was
Weird in her mercy.
Hard to picture her fantasy.
The first kiss
Embodied
Her world title
A world miss.

Her embrace was a clinch
Like a bitter pinch.
May be
to prevent hard blows.
Her heart had no female laws.
She pulled me close to push me away.
No word to say.
Seeing my nakedness
Laughing at my madness.
she leant me a dream
of chainmail and shield.
Taking love from me she gave a reprieve
to a mind resigned to the slow death of feeling.
I stopped breathing
I shouted

Ignoring my words she heard
my faint silent heartbeat and
understood that it was music
too quiet for the world to hear
and turned it up louder
than I could stand.
I wept in my deafness
as she danced.
I love your madness
dear mistress.

They asked me,
Who do you worship?
I replied,
The earth on which
She used to walk.

The night is blacker
Than China ink
The air’s so heavy
That I can’t think
I was about to sink.
The full moon
Fills the sky
But refuses to shine.
We fell in love beneath it
Now it can’t comprehend
You’re no longer mine
Oh I need an empty cave
Faraway from being your slave.
I crawl into
A fortress of solitude
Where I know
I won’t run into you
For you’d only scrape
Away the scab
Where you wounded me
If only I could break
These slavery chains
To find a place where
I am free
But my cruel, cruel
Heart only wants
To pine
Refusing to accept
This blackened realm
Where you’re not mine

One day
I was alive
I had children and a  wife.
I worked and ******
I used to smile
Walked more than a mile.
I ran
In search of a bit of fun.
One day
I was alive
I thought   my life would be eternal
Full of love and emotion.
Strength and energy
Faraway from any allergy.
Young and strong
Singing, dancing all day long.
I didn't care about
Their right or wrong.
One day.
I was among you
I was not your foe.
Now I am done
Everything has gone
Stop crying
I hate your fake mourning.

Late after midnight
Sitting
With  an imaginary quill
In hand
Stroking keys to form
What earlier today
I hadn't planned.
As I ponder,
The end state of all
In this material realm
Falling victim
To entropy
Which is the inch worm that,
With each second's movement,
Is munching the very essence
Of both, you and me.
Entropy at birth's beckoning
Is set in motion for all,
From miniscule microbe
inside our bodies
To the far - flung massive, invisible stars
That would boggle the mind,
In the end, the physical
Is swallowed whole,
Wherein the essence
Of what is, is measured
By the residue each entity
Sentient or not,
Leaves behind.

A heart that doesn't beat love
Is nothing
but a woeful hut.

Our life has been marred
By birth and death.
Be and not to be.
Love your life.
It's simply
made up of
Arrial and departure.
We come today
To leave tomorrow.
Enjoy your day
Your tomorrow
Is someone else  day.
If you know how to be now
You will never ask why and how.

Life is a game.
If you were not taught
Its rules.
You would be caught
By its rulers.
Life is a shame!
Having no exact name.
We were not born to be the same.
Don't ask me
Why our hearts got lame.
Your rules made our days the same.

One day
You'll regret it.
Be sure
That day
Will never come.
Because
I am here
To be your world.
If you want to regret
Regret the day spent away from each other.

My soul is knocking upon your door
I see your welcoming smile
Shining before my eyes
Your heart greets me
Once more.
You made me feel
We have done so many things
Yet, we did no single thing.
Your smile made my warm heart sing
As I tearfully watch your heart dancing.
Hold me once more
And squeeze me tight
So that I can know
What I always knew.
That without your love
My soul can never survive.

Life is a bridge
Between birth and death.
Death has no title
Whatever, whoever
It is death.
Death has no heart
There is no new start.
What's death?
It's not losing breath.
It is the end of the bridge.

Home alone
Waiting for nothing
I am done.
Counting my days,
The left days
Or the end of the maze.
Gazing at everything around
As if  no hope will be found.
The breeze of air,
Weeping my tear.
I no longer fear
I fear no time threat
I will survive
I bet.
Whatever you plan
My strong heart
Will help me run.
We were born to live
And not to die.

Life is a long journey
I am run out of petrol.
Shall I carry on walking
Or think about flying?
Fly in your mind
You might find
A way to help me
Reach my  destination.
Faraway away from my imagination.

I was wearing my dungarees
Sitting by the river
Despite my high fever.
Looking at the geese.
Laughing at their waddle
As if coming back from a lost battle
I tried to keep mum
While drinking my favorite ***.
I looked back
I saw  her sitting under a tree
She was playing the flute
Something strange started to move
From the head to the foot.
Her music made me hammered
I turned left and right
As if losing an eternal fight.
I was not nosy
But I felt drowsy.
My heart was on ice
Like poisoned mice.
I walked to her to pry
She asked
Why do you cry?
Your flute made me die.
I replied
Why do you titter?
I asked
Cause life is so bitter. "
She tittered.

People breathe air
I breathe your love.
Away from you
I feel suffocated.
You are not only my life
You are a unique wife.

Tears are
The poets' ink
When they sink.
Tears are the painters' brush
When they cry or blush.
Tears are the language
Of those losing their language.
Every drop of tear
Expresses a joy or fear.
If you don't understand my tear
Your sympathy will worsen my fear.
Stop calling me dear.
My tears will never die
And I will never sigh.
My tears will revenge
Your fake challenge.

The end is the death
Of every beginning.
Not every end has
A beginning.

I forgot to tell you.
I am so sorry
I turned amnesiac .
I buried my dreams
Not in a tomb
But  in my heart.

If your justice is in the sky
That's a big lie.
If your justice is on earth
I didn't choose my birth.
If your justice is on doomsday
That's a Greek play.
There is no justice.
Are we the same?
It's a shame.
Some were born to be,
Others just to see.
Some are here to live,
Others just to leave.
**** your fake justice!

She asked me, "What is Time?"
I replied
"My life and its woeful rhyme."

My silence is for those
Who haven't understood my word.
Oh Lord!
Protect your world.
People here or there
Haunted with fear and scare.
They lost their mind
In mythology
They seek to find
An answer to their blocked mind.
My silence is a sword
From a terrestrial lord
My silence is an answer
The day you get no answer.

A few days left
And then
No more pain or sorrow.
There will be no tomorrow.
A few days left
This is nothing
But a destiny theft.
Life is my right
But my destiny
Has spoiled my day and night.
Today I stand alone
Cause I am done.

Life is nothing
But a fake dream.
Everything is fake
The day you wake up
You find nothing to take.
Every day is a new fear
A can of beer
Might wipe your tear.
A bottle of whiskey
Makes your dreams less risky.
Every day we hide our pains
Between the winds and the rains
Life is a deep sigh
at the end
They will tell you
Goodbye
Huh! My life is the worst lie.
As my dreams were soft
No one of them
Could be understood even by a cockroft.
Life is fake
For God's sake
Stop telling me
Tomorrow you will be.

A poet without a pen
Is
Like
A story without a character.

Long time ago
I kneeled to tell you
I love you madly.
I couldn't find a gift
But my innocent heart.
Today
You have left
I find it a real theft.
I need to love again
But in vain.
Because
You left without giving me back my
Innocent heart.