Poetry: Ashraf AboArafe
Am I human… or a jinn shaped from your breath?
Or just a shadow lost between your pulse and death?
When the rose sang…
Silence exploded within my veins,
And words scattered like drops of rain
Across the desert of my burning soul.
I thought I was a man…
But I became a fire,
Devouring itself before it could light you.
You… were never merely a woman,
You were the curse of beauty,
When it crosses all limits
And lives inside merciless eyes.
Am I human?
How, when my heart howls like a starving wolf?
How can a human endure
Such sacred madness?
Or am I a jinn?
Then why do I weep…
When you pass like a cloud
And never rain upon me?
I am both…
Half fire and half tears,
Half a song born from your lips,
And half a grave awaiting me.
So if you ask who I am…
Say:
He is the one
Who burned in love… and never repented.
