Diwan of Free-Will

Distant Refrain

 

An olive tree in the white yard,

Casts shadows of lips dry like sand.

An olive tree in the white yard,

Casts shadows without the tyranny of blue.

The foreign soil makes its branches strangers,

And it, like me, blooms far from home.

 

An olive tree in the white yard.

 

 

Lyrical Faith

 

Defiance,

A roof bearing my name!

Flames of feathers un-tethered:

A cloistered breeze,

A soul’s meadow.

Space bereft of idols,

A Mecca forbidding the Hajj,

A Mediterranean Red-Sea scroll.

My decree is freedom;

Whether it craves the lichen’s ledge,

Or the sun’s creed,

Nothing shall be hindered;

That is my faith

On a roof bearing my name!

 

Qasida of Memory

 

Should memory cease

To whisper myths into my heart,

Forgetfulness shall gain no foothold in my soul.

The walls have long since fossilised

That which only death

Can make me forget.

 

 

Spirals

 

If the sun be the womb

Of belief

Then the moon be the tomb

Of disbelief.

 

Mirage of Hattin

 

And as no heart

Can lay claim to freedom

So must all hearts

Seek the mirage of Hattin.

 

Where Crusaders

Bleed into the hereafter

And Saracen women

Ululate with dry tongues,

There the heart dissipates

Before the desert winds

Could blow it

To the four corners

Of Fate.

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