Author: Nour Nawar
Drawing by @fredericforest I am an illiterate who dares not learn the alphabet of youAn ignorant, condemned among a few Never to trespass his boundaries…You sway your tongue in ways I wasn’t taughtAnd your lips move, to escape uncaughtAnd then, there are words I never comprehendCollapsing all over me, into a war that shall never end…And then, you do this thingI am amazed, I think…And as you retrace those curving linesOver and over, before the eyes of mineWith fingers so soft, bending in grace With hands so free, swinging with paceI ignore what to follow…A map I could not read, Or a voice with…
It will take me some thousand rhymes to find you, and it will feel like I have known you, for a thousand poems…And so, I will write you so meticulously I will shape you through my chaotic poetryOnly to get closerTo what I know will be way furtherThan what I have pictured.For you will never rhyme, with my imageryYet, I will still fall, for your irresistible reality…Some day.Until then, I’ll be writing you a thousand poems And with every rhyme written,A step closer to you…But I wonder…Will you be writing me too?
للوِحدةِ مرارة أعشقُها وانتَ وِحدتيوِحدةٌ تغمرني دونَ تردُّدوتهجرني دونَ تردُّدوِحدةٌ تناديني باسميحتى يغارُ اللّيلُ من وِحدتيفيأتيني مرهقًا، باكيًا، مستنجدًاسائلًا عن سببِ تعلّقيبمرٍّ كاد يقتلني…ولمجاهلًا أنّ وِحدتي، وَحدَها، قادرة على مواساتيليته كان يعلم، أنّكَ وِحدتينور نوّار –
Drawing by @fredericforestLight blue was the color he borrowed from the sea,To fill his eyes and ensorcell me…And his hair must have been painted during a rainy October,A so dark brown l fail to get over…Oh and his chest must have been a piece of heaven,In which all of my fears only seemed to lessen…Yet, in the realm of his love I was not the queenI tasted weakness, and distance I have seenBut the bells warned me, oh the bells used to singThat in his own kingdom, my darling was not the king…
