I waited for the sharqi* to bring news of you to me
There was nothing but a breeze
I waited for the shamal** to carry your scent to me
There was no fragrance, only the wretched stench of longing
I called out across the seas
But my voice was swallowed by the squall
Hasten to me, my love, my soul
Return to me
Let this distance of deserts, of oceans, of foreign lands between us, evanesce
Let me feel your embrace, your breath on my neck, your soft gentle kiss
Let me not wait in agony for these lonely nights to pass
Return to me
My love, my soul
For I cannot breathe without you.
* sharqi is the south-easterly wind over the Arabian peninsula
**shamal is the summer north-easterly desert wind
The serious , the satirical & the somewhere inbetween !
11 comments:
Loved this. Really! Having a difficult time expressing how much I love this.
Did you write this?
sid - yes
I'm humbled by your difficulty in expressing ...
nice
Wow...its beautiful.
read like a true old school desert romance.. very nice!
this is beautiful...
your blog has a very arab influence somehow. Are you arab?
ThatMashGuy:
Thank u
Azra:
I missed u, welcome back and thank you.
Dude:
Sometimes romance old school style is more memorable. :) Glad u liked it.
Mystique:
I am of the desert and of the sea, of forests and glades, of mountains and skies. Neither Arab nor non-arab - a foreigner and a local wherever I go. Then again, I may just be a mirage. Welcome to my blog and thank you for visiting. I'm glad u liked the poem.
Wow girl, it's so romantic and old school - I was almost certain it was written in old arabia :)
DD, your response to mystique sounds a bit like thabo mbeki's I am an African speech. Subliminal messages perhaps?
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