Dar Hakim

Have your ever seen this gaze? I have stared at them misty eyes Longing for the blue sky in a daze And then portrayed them days Through them fictitious plays. Act One Only Scene 1 The Garden of Eden. A hilarious walk near the river of Hearsay . Birds of pray in the bay trees imitating the nightingale but in vain. A voice of whistling through the trees then mortification. Eye-witness, a young bard of good manners and handsome traits traverse the blue stream; the way he walks is tremendous; it seems he is tricky to trigger . Eye-witness : (he has the habit to meditate) The reaction I get here is always clear, But there is something missing! What was that? Was it the wilderness message? Am I still trying to manage? I’ll never be untrue to myself In order to reach the hum...

                                         " Les déceptions de l'amitié se guérissent par l'indifférence ; celles de l'amour par l'oubli ." Henri de Régnier   Howa n’oublie jamais la femme qu’il a aimée. Heya n’oublie jamais l’homme qu’elle a trompé. Howa, il l'aime jusqu'au point d'en mourir, Heya, elle l'aime jusqu'au point d'en souffrir. Huma, ils échangent des rumeurs, des paroles confuses… Moi, ici, je contemple devant la mer. C’est bien l’été. Les femmes sont charnelles. Heya, elle exalte son corps au soleil. Howa, il  observe la mer aride et vide, Totalement déchiré et infiniment brisé sans elle. Voulez vous que je vous disesnt : Les souvenirs se vaporisent avec cette chaleur? Les femmes sont-elles saisonnières ? Feuilles en ...

Time files as a sonic plane taking off. Time flies when your tuitions teaches you To run amok for a tame ending… Time files when you cannot count The candles in your birthday cake. Time flies when you miss a prayer, A train, a sunrise or a chance of bliss… Time pauses when you run away… * tempos fugit : Latin for ‘time flies’

Fever in the dark. Fever in the dawn. Fever when you put your arms around me… Fever in the day. Fever in the night. Fever when I perspire in such a peril… There is so much fever in this fiasco That you feign oblivion for a while… Fine! Fever, fever, fever… fifteen or fifty times…

Usually on a day like this, I long for the coming Friday. I woke up early this morning : Prayed and got myself a cup of milk To fuel my vibrations… I have seen these scenes, this crowd… This folk are familiar to me… Omniscient today, I witness a young baby girl Playing like a deer on the train corridor, Suddenly she fell on her forehead. She wails like a siren! Then her mama vouched her And she retorted : ‘You will grow up and forget it my dear…’ The reaction I get while pondering on this Is that every human soul is fallible...

O’ Allah, when it is my turn to leave, I hope it happens in a stupendous season as this… What a beautiful day today. What a beautiful way to die. What a beautiful day today. What a beautiful way to die. When Israfel shall come, I will ask him for a ride on the 7 skies. I have visions on my death, I can see: The white coffin, the undertakers, the funeral pyres, the Koran recitals… What a beautiful day today. What a beautiful way to die. What a beautiful day today. What a beautiful way to die. How splendid are the white ‘djellabas’ in such a parade. I can see varaint people revering : One God, one heart, one love … Some with redundant tears would say : ‘ He was such a good and wiseman…God bless him…’ ‘I knew him for a while but he was pleaseful… to Allah we belong and to Him we return…’ I can see a beloved one sileantly moaning like a cat And fertilising my tomb soil with tears… What a beautiful day today . ...

Awake! Shaking dreams from my head. I’m walking on splintered glass With a slipknot around my neck  Loosing my stamina to work… How can I compose a sordid song on such a blessing day? I must find my way while squirming for a walk. I walk alone on the boulevard of broken dreams. I stop for while where we used to meet And I make a wish with a steady smile… When all else fails Pray for Allah to get it unravelled.

Christianity disciples celebrate these days Easter: They believe that the Christ will be resurrected To save them and renew the faith… On such a blessing day, children enjoy chocolate bunnies, Marshmallow chicks and jelly bean-filled eggs… But for what reasons theegg and rabbit? I thought first for a similarity between them: Fertility? My mother had told me that the rabbit is the most fertile animal And so is the hen that produces many eggs a day. We live and we die . We die and we shall live. Death never ends it. Death is just the start of something new…

Phew! It’s super Sunday! Time for a swing: Let’s change the mood from sadness to gladness. Let’s reinvent worlds. Let’s coin new words. Let’s avoid vices… Now let us talk about love: Love never dies, Love hides. Loves hides in narrow corners. Loves comes when you least expect it. Love is a rainbow… Someday soon, I will get you my moon. Someday soon, I will play for you this tune… Someday soon, I will get you my moon. Someday soon, I will play for you this tune…

Have your ever seen this gaze? I have stared at them misty eyes Longing for the blue sky in a daze And then portrayed them days Through them fictitious plays. Act One Only Scene 1 The Garden of Eden. A hilarious walk near the river of Hearsay . Birds of pray in the bay trees imitating the nightingale but in vain. A voice of whistling through the trees then mortification. Eye-witness, a young bard of good manners and handsome traits traverse the blue stream; the way he walks is tremendous; it seems he is tricky to trigger . Eye-witness : (he has the habit to meditate) The reaction I get here is always clear, But there is something missing! What was that? Was it the wilderness message? Am I still trying to manage? I’ll never be untrue to myself In order to reach the huma...