Emma Khalil, a Cairo-based poetess who adores the breezing air of Egypt.
Emma Khalil, a Cairo-based poetess who adores the breezing air of Egypt.
by Emma Khalil
Day after
day the smile become more fading, my extremities become more Itchy, my ear against
the wall, and the worms ate in my brain, more getting lonely, more
getting old.
Many nights
Out there in the dark sitting naked thinking how I have planned each step and
careful course along my way. I passed a million miles for reality with no care
for anyone and no care for anything.. But I found that just I think I found a
solution, it was just another illusion.
The wall is
too high as I can touch.
And just I’ve said I am sitting on a corner stone,
I felt a great shift of my consciousness sweeping across the earth, and
ultimately never leave any stone unturned.
That is true, I travelled each and every highway,
I have been loved , I have laughed and cried , I have my fill and my share of
losing, and also I am sure that I bit off mare than I could chew.
Now I should
be honest enough to say (I get tired, I have got a lot of trials with my tide).
Because there are a lot of
interpretation which mixes up with vain and imagination.
I know that
sometimes it seems I am edgy; sometimes it seems I am mad. And sometimes it
seems that I am just a soul who’s attentions are good. And I am not certain
about anything. Like Men sailing on their ego trips and this will the blast off
their spaceships, I was one of them. Yeah, like Setting on a time bomb.
When I face
the final curtain and between words of righteous which teach many there are
fools die for want of wisdom. I have known that who’s with stiffed neck are
fools. And it is the most valuable aspect to have
some pain and maturity.
I paid the coast. I have a lot of post traumatic disorders because when everything is going bad you must see some mad. But it is the shiniest part inside me. I am satisfied now.
I stand tall
now.
I feel like
a sweepstake winner, because If the richmen’s wealth is in the city, the
righteous wealth is in the holy places.
Yeah, I stand tall.
I feel like
a sweepstake winner.
so I will
take ja sun, ja rain, ja stars and
forever I will make my fantasy to continue my way. And dun look at me so smug, and
please don’t rock my boat.
Please don’t rock in my boat.
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