The Actual Dream - By: Majed Dodeen Poem by Majed Dodeen

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I woke up from my sound sleep
I got up astonished & confused
What I heard and saw were extraordinary
Quickly, intuitively and spontaneously,
I looked for my pen and recorded the dream
My hand was trembling
I documented the events before forgetting them
The words have been the outcomes of an actual dream I lived
It was a perceptible and visible reality
I got frozen in front of an unusual screen
I saw a view of a strange painting of an old woman saying to me:
' Once, I met you without planning
I heard your magical and rhetorical words,
They did touch me deeply
Made me cry
Made me smile
I fell in love with you
Was it love at first sight?
Words flowed sweetly on my lips
As rivers of hope
And streams of beauty
I whispered in your ears:
'When the darkness of night,
Meets your incredibly beautiful, exotic and colorful eyes
I read strange expressions that tell me
Beseech and plead me;
Don't depart, don't leave!
Don't say goodbye or farewell!
Don't leave me alone!
Long ago, I have been looking for a love story to read
Looking for a magnanimous lover to embrace
Looking for an impressive poem
Taking me so high towards a mysterious and unknown world
I always dream of and live in its heaven and dreamland.
No hypocrisy, no despair and no deception
We do not hear in it even parting or farewell words
Or goodbye expressions
Yes, I did really and truly love you
But after a few days, they convinced me
Without providing an evidence or a proof
That your words are meaningless and pointless
They are just honeyed words
You're talking about people other than yourself
Repeating words without knowing their meanings or connotations
Just as a parrot gained large size over the years.
Yes, you used to be myself
My lovely and gorgeous love;
Two souls in one body or two bodies in one soul
Nevertheless, they made me doubt even about myself
Then I started suffering depression and alienation
Living estrangement from myself and yourself
I could not be at all, close to myself or yourself
They have established between us a long winding path
Whenever I tried to reach you
I slip, trip and fall down
And hardly get up, to fall down again
Finally I fell down and could not get up again
My falling represents to them the most beautiful feast
I've fallen in their misleading nets
A fisherman usually eats what he catches
Today I am standing before you to admit
As there is no place for vanity anymore:
'You obsessed, occupied and possessed my days
You filled my imagination with magical compassion
Your presence in my life was too sensitive to be realized
Your sweet voice is still and will remain chanting melodies in my ears,
I am recalling your aromatic talk when you told me: 'the dreams of the poor do not hold a passport to reality, but my heart can fill the whole universe with love
Love will prevail and with love we will overcome all borders, obstacles and hardships,
If we don't meet here, we'll meet in the hereafter by Allah's Mercy
Where we enjoy everlasting happiness, peace and immortality
I remembered the day when the buzzing of bullets did not hinder me to fulfill my promises to you
And I recalled the day when warm rain drops prevented me meeting you, although they tenderly touch the surface of the earth to teach loyalty to people'.
The real dream has ended.
The words did carry in their folds the tone of grief, sorrow and regret
They were painful, honest and pure words
I could not hold back my hot tears
They rolled on my face to make a small brook
I asked myself while wiping my tears running unceasingly
What is my fault?
My soul whispered
My conscience uttered:
'You are not guilty, but you cry because you're an altruist man.'