Glitched page

I’m like a semi-important page to print,
you don’t know why I’m important
by the second the queue gets stuck
I stay on pending with all the error before me,
then when you finally face the pain,
to restart the machine, you see the absence;
the absence of some semi-important page –
you search the folders for documents,
you try to track a trace on your browser,
but there’s nothing important alike,
then with a semi-sadness,
you accept to forget a page
that has never existed,
a glitch.

Benyamin Bensalah

24.10.2021

In Time

I wouldn’t love the past you,
but the past me definitely would
just as I fell in love with the present you now,
so even the present me loves the old you –
that how time is really entangled;
some theory says time is linear,
some says something totally different,
but I’m starting to see
that time’s been really just about you.

Benyamin Bensalah

19.10.2021

Raged out black nights

Raged out black nights in the dull.
Not a soul, but a gull.
The streets are empty, so’s the hall.
Still, only the valley calls my skull.

In the valley where’s death all time.
In the valley where happens all crime.
Not a shilling, not bold dime.
There’s I’m sitting with my old rhyme.

There’s a valley in every town.
Every decade I faced down.
At the times when no one’s around.
I’ve had no times someone’s around.

Travelled along with my loneliness.
Travelled as counts of continents.
But never, I found a lonely nest.
That calls me home, not the loneliest.

Raged out black nights in the cold.
Peaceful houses, none’s for sold.
Calling dead valleys, none’s to hold.
Decades of rhymes tell, I’m too old.

Benyamin Bensalah

03.10.2021

Péter Závada : THE ONE I AM LOOKING FOR NOW

That you were as cold as ointments.
This was left over from that summer.
To cuddle in the shadow of your sentences,
as if under a tree.

Plus, the difference of pressure,
which turns the breath into sigh.
The problems like empty tin cans
were rattling in your chest.

I think I’m confusing you with your memory.
If I want to reach you,
I have to stretch through time
like through a mirror.

Back then you were the one
who I am looking for now.

Benyamin Bensalah

13.09.2021

Translated from the Hungarian poem of Péter Závada, “AKIT MOST KERESEK”.

Tamás Filip : He lives in darkness

Find someone to replace me.
Find me in someone else instead.
The role is playing me,
if there is applause, I do not bow my head.

I’m the one who doesn’t dwell
on the way, like a message,
no chance to say, I’ve felt here well.
If arriving, show me passage.

Not the first and not one of many,
not a question and not an answer.
The one who can wait any,
beyond the time where no men were.

Who is blinded lifeless
lives dreams in darkness.

Benyamin Bensalah

08.09.2021

Translated from the Hungarian Poem of Tamás Filip, “Sötétben éli”.

Lőrinc Szabó: LIFE

Will it worth it? was it worth it?
Curve that was in line.
Where is the strength and the luck?
What casts you off? Who leads you in?
From her, to her, in her, for her,
at her, to her, though not, why not,
to here, from there, there too, not here,
then if, so that, and so, though not,
always, once, impossible,
oh, go on, no, not that, no, no,
sometimes though, never again,
with her, to there, for ever after:
how many opened and lost roads,
how many traps, how many zigzags,
dying slowly, killing fast,
inside the heart, out in fate,
and to believe there’s a winner – loser,
we get to the line:

was it worth it? will it worth it?

Benyamin Bensalah

30.08.2021

Translated from the Hungarian poem of Lőrinc Szabó, “ÉLET”.

Ghost poems

Have you ever read a poem
from the dying bed?
Have you ever heard a poem
out of the purest agony?

With thousands of poems
behind me,
with all my suffering inside me
I truly doubt you had.

Words are senseless,
it’s pain ruling,
we are under it already
like dead under the ground.

Expect me not,
to write a last poem alike
about this stance
that’s just as a writing ghost.

So, take any poem of mine,
then name it last
because I am dead already,
I am a ghost.

Benyamin Bensalah

29.08.2021

When a universe tears apart

I’ve never considered myself living,
but
I’m the most dead without you

I’ve never considered myself happy,
but
I’m the saddest without you

I’ve never considered myself hopeful,
but
I’m the most hopeless without you

I’ve never considered myself normal,
but
I’m the normalest around you

I’ve never considered myself concerned,
but
I’m the most concerned about you.

Benyamin Bensalah

28.08.2021