h.harouche

And so, I live in illusions.

Kiko, Whenever I draw near, you turn your gaze away; and that majestic shyness fragments the letters of my heart, yet, by God, I shall never forsake the ocean of your love. Kiko, Turn toward me and place your hands upon my chest; for my breath holds the truest proof of longing in my ribs. Kiko, Say something even if the ink of words fails your lips; for I am well-versed in the whirlpool of colors you stammer around you, and pen to the path your words carve as they swirl. Kiko, If love itself is something hard to attain, then painting upon your red gown is within reach so embroider me there.

--- h.harouche

Painting Credit : @stoxxgaleriaderte

Poem inspired by kevin’s painting ‘Kiko’.

​Even if I were to wait an eternity,

she would not return;

for she has gone where souls meet—

to the realm of Barzakh,

from which I was cast away.

​And though I have shed all my sins

and erased their traces

with the breaths of faith,

their remnants still track me

like a demonic jinn.

​Yet, salvation comes only

in the stillness of the night,

when the Lesser Death

—out of pity for me—

bears me to where my closed eyes

find solace in her shimmering Manes.

the pain became,

the more I hammered

the nail of salvation

into my bones

until they were

riddled with holes,

leaving no room

for another hole.

I’ve reached the end,

and that's for sure,

where my body

has become

an instrument only

for a mournful tune.

​I became a grave,

without a headstone to bear a name,

without a body to mourn.

​A swing suspended in your hands,

caught between the sky of your love

and the earth of your hatred.

An in and out, of inhaling hopes and

unleashing cries.

​But who cares about a marionette?

They see only the innocence

that the show conveys.

​But the truth is revealed

only to those like me,

who believed the promise:

In my hands, you are the soul.

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for her absence still rains down meteors

upon his heart,

​while she lives in heavy silence,

concealing the agony of her parting

within a black hole.

​And between two parallel cosmos,

their once-unified nebula soul

split into an eclipse of cause and effect,

creating a celestial Syzygy

reuniting only when anger and regret

ignite into a resounding kiss.

Their explosion.

I'm the painting that you have

hung on a wall, and in front

of a window without any curtains

where all that is left from me

are fading shadows of

used to be colored colors

And I, in their silent departure,

Felt like a man with a broken heart.

Oh! If only they knew how much

Their presence was a delight.

But for their return, I will wait—

Like a little kid for a Christmas gift.

Her words

were as heavy as 

a cascading waterfall

of rocks,

and this time, 

my defenses 

were 

completely 

overwhelmed,

so I chose to 

be led 

along her winding, 

branching 

paths 

by an autopilot mode,

for I simply want to 

drown under her weight

steering clear 

of the pain.

You are my anchor.

At the bottom of her lake, 

his skeleton lies among 

weaving weeds 

just as fish slip 

between his ribs. 

He was once alive, 

seemingly happy 

in her arms. 

But her embrace was 

a disguise. 

A fox in sheep’s 

clothing.

Now, he has become 

the forgotten chest, 

mysteriously sealed, 

curiously unwanted.

Yet the moonlight knitting 

his miserable murmurs 

from the depths of the waters, 

in the folds of its dark nights, 

to immortalize his myth 

for those whose eyes 

wish to be blinded 

by her fairy guise.

But when she reveals herself 

through her biting lies, 

walking in the forest 

and swimming in 

the shimmering lake 

is only poisoned honey 

for the next man.

the red flames rage around you

tempting me to leap toward you

so I unleash myself

to be consumed by your fire

and with your ecstatic savagery

burn my skin, take my bones

dry them, crush them

I want to become

the incense of your lust

so that you may inhale me in

with every thirsty breath of you