Right in front of me 

I caught it recklessly

What is it? 

Oh, it’s a jinx. I just have to feed it

Do not mind me for I speak implicitly 

And my pen has gone mad for weeks

He keeps spilling

Words running out of his mouth like birds, just like birds

I cannot deprive him from eccentricity

See? That’s how I became free

Handmade insanity

Have you ever seen Earth and Sky kissing?

Embracing and longing?

Are they too proud? Too sinful?

I’m the soul, he’s the spark

And every fair from fair does not breath our same air

Tell me again, have you heard if the sun still loves the moon?

Have you heard of humans’ tales?

Heirlooms, legacies and largest doll factories

I’m the fairy in the paper’s ear

Crooning, sound and sleep

Dreams are real or so I heard

Ash tree, ash tree

We blush together to the knee

I’m a flower who sears in silence 

Sears in winter

Or so they heard, so they heard…

 

Firdaous Naim