Adeeb Kamal Ad-Deen


An Attempt at Remembrance


Here I am!
I have come back to your remembrance,
Come back like a beaten army
So, do not try with me your attempt
To count the wounded and missing.
Letter ,your dot was a winter's fire
And smoke of a happy cigarette.
Your dot was the suns caught in the hand,
An ambiguous summer full of kisses
And a sudden entrance to the happy nothingness .
After your parting,
My death began as a mythical festival.
When I asked about its name,
I was boxed on my mouth
Until my blood flowed.
Here I am!
I have come back to you
Like an addict who decided
For the thousandth time
To give up drink
And managed so every time!
After you was my mirror
That smiled to my smile
And got excited at my coming,
You became my absurdity
That seized me wherever it saw me,
Or whenever it remembered one letter
Of my broken letters.
I do not conceal this secret from you;
After you left,
I turned into a sharp zero,
An everlasting loss
I turned into poetry people loved
But I did not.
Because it was a bleeding
Only an intensive bleeding.
I do not conceal this secret from you;
After your green night,
The nights became fragments.
After your fresh bed
The beds were no more than deathbeds.
After your room on the top
The rooms rendered into basements.
After your sharp kiss and honey saliva,
The kisses became slain birds.
And after your words as good as childhood,
Words became artificial teeth.
After you left, time got lost
And nobody knew where.
I asked everything about everything
But nothing answered me about anything.
I published an advertisement
In all the newspapers,
Asking, where, where and where
So, I was accused of mystery,
Forgetfulness and nowhere.
I imagined women to be like you;
Trees of green and fruit of gold,
But my imagination was naked,
And my nakedness was great.
I imagined the towns to be like yours
To be myths of black love, kisses of fire
And stormy meetings like glassfuls of alcohol
But I found them towns of dead people
Who communicated through barking
And offered each other
Nothing but bouquets of insults.

Submitted: Thursday, September 12, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 12, 2013

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