I still remember
The day I fell in love
With you.
I lost my way home.

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.

Your heart is my  temple of love
I worship it alone.
I wish I were a temple
And your heart is my idol.

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.

Don't make of your wife
Your home decor article.
Let her be
Your sun that
Never stops shining.
Be her  moon.

My eyes get so tired
From staring at my phone
Waiting for your call
I breathe your ringing tone.
And that's all.
My heart got so tired
From being alone.
Our love should be shared
If not
Our hearts will be buried.

A heart that doesn't sing
Day and night
Can never spread love.
Don't bury your heart
With hatred.
Your heart is the best drum
To sing our love song.

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

I am nothing
But a lost soul
In the garden of your heart.

She sees the world
Through my eyes
You see her blind
I don't really mind
I am her eyes
She is my beautiful days
I feel the world
Through her heart
She paints the world
Through my eyes
We are two souls
And one mind
Among other  lovers
Hard to find.

I no longer cry
You left no tears in my eyes.
But I cry
And I die daily
My heart cries
I told him
But she dies
My heart replies
You lie!
Real love
Should never die.

He who dies once,
Will never fear
death again

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.

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.

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

Love me or leave me
You have no other choice
But to tell me.
I love you madly
Yeah, that's your love voice.
Don't hesitate
I won't retaliate
Love me or **** me

Death is the end of pain.
End of tears.
You left
As if you were in a hurry.
Today I carry
Your pain.
You see?
Every drop of rain
Cries your pain.
You left
Without saying goodbye
I know
No one can understand your fear
Or feel your tear.
I want to join you
Just to say hi.
But not bye.

I still remember
Each word you said
tender is our love
I still recall the color of your coat hunger
White as your wedding dress
We were by the chimney
Running away from any stress
Looking at each other
Like love birds
We melt in the heat of fire
Our love heat started
With a peck
From the neck
A smacker and deep hug
We fell on the rag
Slithering like snakes
Stuck to each other
It was raining outside
We were speechless inside
Words lost their meanings
We woke up in the morning
As if we were dreaming.
I left your house
Secretly like a mouse
I forgot to tell you
That I really left
Something behind
I don't know exactly
My heart or my mind.

Poetry is a world.
Enlightened people
Are its dwellers.
Not all dwellers are poets

Carrying nothing but my present.
No need to look back
I buried my yesterday
I no longer mourn my past.
Life is short.
Feel my words
This path is my board.
No need for tomorrow.
Let's die  out of pleasure.
Being with you is my real treasure.
Feel it now
Stop asking me how.
We are here to be
They are there to see.
My path is clear.
No need to fear.

I thought
My past was over
Forget it
It is dead.
My past is here
Its scars are everywhere
I lie if I tell you
I don't care.
My past is the only past
Resisting my present
And killing my future.
Every day is a stale past.
Even  a fake dream
Can not last
Today's tear
Is yesterday's pain.
Tomorrow's sigh
Is today's fear.

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.

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.

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!

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

It was Sunday
Sunday afternoon
Sitting alone on the bay
Doing nothing but waiting for the moon.
Feeling bored and scared.
Sighing and singing
Something bad would happen
His  life might be taken.
He still recalls the gloomy space
As if  the last meeting with this place.
Monday morning
Was in a hurry
He  was walking
But his mind was dreary.
Early in the morning
His  fate was waiting.
Walking in the street
As if he were blind
Hurry! Seven thirty
The ground is so thirsty.
Hit by  his fate
Taken to  hospital
It  was too late.
Nothing was good at all.
They did thrive
To make him survive.
He did survive
But he could no longer dive.
His fate  has taken a lot
It was just one sudden shot
Waken up from a deep coma
He asked
Is it Sunday?
I am sorry it is Monday.
Though hard to say.
He wanted to go  back to the bay
To sing and play.
He found no way
But to weep
Monday has ruined his life
Today he is alone
Holding his phone
Can time go back?
And recover his heart and his back.
He died on Monday
The day he could no longer play.
Scars everywhere
Is that fair?
They don't care.
No need to stare.
Monday has offered him
An eternal wheelchair.

Everyday is a new year
Live it and don't care.
Life is one day
Make of  that day
An amusing play.
I am talking to you.
Why do you stare?
If you don't live your day.
You will call it
A sad yesterday.
Be Today.

A fight between the day and the night
A war between the sun and the light
I am the light
You are the day
I make your day
Why don't you say?
The moon laughed and coughed
Stop abashing me
Can't you see?
Your world is lit
From head to feet
The sun screamed
Stop lying
I see you are dying
A heavy storm
In an enraged form
Filled the sky
The sun left without saying goodbye
The  moon vanished
Behind the sky
The storm shouted
Your war is nothing but a lie.

My life's book has no title
Every day is a new chapter
A battle with the unknown
A refusal of their common
My life is mine
I am its   title
Stop your tittle tattle
I am so  fine.

A bird born in a cage
Believes that flying
In a sickness.

I need to love
And be loved
I miss your questions
As well as your emotions.
I miss your smile
Making my world so fertile.
My world away from you
Is a mess
Come back and be my lover

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.

I was born
Just to love you.
And be your lover
Away from you
Makes me feel torn.
I love you forever
Or I die
If you stop loving me
Because my eyes can't see
Only your image.
My heart has no key
But yours.
Put your hands on my heart and see.
Away from you
I can't be.

A nation that builds its future on
Its past is a dead nation.

Some people celebrate
Their birthday
Each year on the same day
They hibernate a whole year
They live far away
Having nothing to say.
They wake up once a year
Is that fair?
What is a birthday party
If your yesterday was so *****.
We celebrate the day we were born
The truth is that for many years
We have been torn
What's a birthday
If your today is worse than yesterday.
What's a birthday
If you look back
One day
To realize that you have blown
All candles
Leaving no candle for a dark day.

The sun is like our love
Hard to be hidden.
I see love in your eyes
My heart never lies.
With every sunshine
My world gets so fine.
Whatever we do
To hide our feelings
Our hearts are always beating.
Your heart is my prison
I see no one but you
Shall I announce the hidden reason?

Don't expect an answer
For their questions
Be the answer
For your own question.
If you know how to question
Your heart is the best answer.
Yesterday's answer
Is today's biggest question.

I ***** to forget the pains
You drew in my heart.
I *****  to heal my scars.
Who  cares.
My heart is filled with tears
Nevertheless,
I still love you dear.

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.

I knew love
The day I met you.
It was neither Saturday
Nor Wednesday.
It was the eighth day of the week
That day I was somehow weak.
We started to play
A romantic play.
I still remember the first kiss
That I forever miss.
It was I guess
late in the afternoon
Hiding behind a carthaginian ruin.
We melted like a candle
I was born on that very day
You call it the eighth day
I call it Loveday.

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.

Sometimes
I cry
Not because I am sad
Or hurt.
Most of the time
I cry to hide my pain
Or
Compete with winter rain.
Each drop of rain
Gives a new life to the ground.
Only my hope
Not yet found.
My tears are poetry
Only sagacious poets
Can understand.
This is not parody.
Each drop of tear
Kills that strange fear.
Though to death
I am so near.
I cry
Not to say goodbye
But
To shout out
I won't die.

It is a new year
Je ne sais pas pourquoi ça me fait peur
It is a new year
Des gens qui pleurent
D'autres qui ont besoin d'une fleur
It is a new year
Our days are calculated
Hours, days and weeks
Making us so weak
Let every day be a new year

On  pleure le passé
Qui nous a vraiment tué
Tu me manques à la folie
I need you forever baby.
It is a new year
I want to declare it
Je t aime ma chère
Je vois que c'est clair.

A whole life
Is not
Enough to tell
You
How much I love you.
I need
to  be reincarnated
 into an immortal stone
Not to be eternal
 But to love you forever.

Poetry seems to be
An imagination
Leading to an artistic creation.
The truth is
Each poem possesses a soul
Which is really eternal.

We live and die
But our poems
Never lie or die.

A body faraway from its soul
Is dead body.
A man without a woman
Is nothing but somebody.

A poet's tongue is  like a flower
Thorny but beautiful.

Behind every tear
There is a story.
Tears of joy and sadness
might lead us to madness.
No need to know why I cry
One day you cry
When and why?
The day you no longer lie.

The sun shines             
From your heart
And sets in my eyes
  We are a  world
Full of love and heat.    
Our world  doesn't need a moon
We are a decoded planet
Full of love
From the sunrise
Till the sunset.
We are eternal

The night is a station
Full of passengers
From different dreams.
The night is a destination
For he who has lost his realm.
Nights have more hearts than eyes.
Nights are blind
I am the night and do not mind.
Every night
We live a new fight.
A fight between  to be or not to be.
Till the morning appears here or there.
No one will care.
Stop telling me
Life is fair.