Between true love and hate
Tender choice and ugly fate
In the rebirth of dusk
Rings the scent of musk
The birds may never wait
For hearts that always hesitate
Little boys burst into cries
Waiting for time to go by
But as days ahead unfold
Persuading us to grow old
We stand furled with regret
Life hurled us into an aging nest
Amid a blue bright sky
Where elusive hearts lie
Distant, far, and cold
Losing sense of a word
Feelings; they were so pure
Emotions; they used to cure
But on one late afternoon
A sun disappeared so soon
In one tear or maybe two
Immersed in an image of you
A message uttered so clear
That we shall no longer hear
A subtle melody so keen
Softened a heart in between
Tears dropped even more
As knocks quaked a wooden door
It echoed alone with no reply
It echoed waiting for an immortal sigh
So slight to wake her sleep
So vast it wounded deep
As a head is laid to rest
Reciting what it knew best:
“Happiness was a serene bliss
Sealed with a gentle kiss
They said troubles were close
Crawled to steal our lonely rose
If only we tried to heal the pain
Alas! We cried loud again
Chaos was around us as we queue
Thoughts got shattered as we knew
That a simple dream is like tender dew
So beautiful, so gentle, so true
But it vanishes just as our spirits do”
“Euphoria in life should never be taken for granted. Time steals an innocent laugh so prematurely”
Born and raised in Kuwait, Tarek Ibrahm is of a Palestinian descent but like many Palestinians, has never seen his homeland. After the Iraqi Invasion of Kuwait in 1990, he fled the war with his parents and immigrated to Canada while still a teen. While he’s not writing poetry, Ibrahim works as an international educator and mathematician.
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