Life signal

Hey Dal, it’s Ben…
Well, what to say, it’s ten…
No gn8, no God bless you, no amen –
But I can guess it’ll be my fault again.

Though how you think is wrong,
Avoiding, closing you? No-no I don’t.
I’ve been just tired a long time along,
Talking about tiring things I don’t want.

Should I say how the Ogre drinks juices,
How his wife’s absence makes me brews,
How the future confuses,
How everything screws?

You know well, I’m not up to complain,
Not even to God, huh;
But this is how I bear the pain,
Silently, no blah blah.

I won’t lie, I missed you, needing a hug,
Something real like an electric plug-
A world of tricks and treats,
A world of sicks and threats.

I’ve just got tired of the song:
“Sehogy se jó”,
But don’t get me wrong:
Veled és velem minden jó…

So, just chill down and have your rest,
Think about our future nest,
Wachno- your bird is tired now;
Of studying, working, house or past… I don’t know…

Benyamin Bensalah

16.04.2018

Hand in hand dreamwalking in insomnia

The poorest person’s the one who can’t dream,
but the poor are also the most creative;
I’ve just created a dream around her,
visiting her in her dream,
telling her the truths
that an awake
couldn’t
bear.

It was the most beautiful dream I’ve never had,
since it lived on our sometime memories;
when I had had someone caring,
and having been imagining
that she’s still here,
here to hear.

Benyamin Bensalah

14.09.2020

Rare-view

Cloudy mountains brighten the sky,
Bringing cloumsy days and darken nights.


No weathering draws conclusion here;
Memories paint illusions there.

Where the thickest blackness is,
Dwells no rain, but the driest recklessness.


Where the beacon breaks the fleecy fences,
Dwell the drops of human senses.


Human hands draw but paradox,
While Paradise hides behind Gordian knots.


The beauty of mysteries ever hurts a lot,
Even dark miseries can’t clear its spot.

Benyamin Bensalah

27.02.2018

Flower and Dove

Those who choose red flowers in fire,
Their life burns away in love.
Nah, my life needs peace, a real Flower-
Dalel-like, grey and white, a dove.

Through her soul, I do see the world;
I see it less cruel – almost pleasing,
I see her a mercy of God, not just a girl,
As if I am just starting seeing.

My shades are making dark revealing, but –
They could not find in her a spot.
My self-revealing is full of smut, but –
We still, she still adores me a lot.

A storm of divine lights and her ribbon,
That the life has become for me;
Before seeing, on what I put my rib on,
I see it coming back to me.

Hard moment and great moment, sure-
Oh, I thank you God!
I am praying to reach, to deserve her-
Getting my life co-ed.

Benyamin Bensalah

20.09.2017

A summer in Constantine

There’s no summer as best summer
In my achromatic life;
However, I’ve remembered
When I was Dani’s guide.

One of my friends, if there’s any,
Came to me in Algiers;
Checking the white Africans,
And facing all his fears.

I showed him the world of Aladdin
That he couldn’t see online;
Wonder after wonder,
Like the mountains of Constantine.

                     ***

Like the wrinkles of a stone-giant,
The place was super-high;
Forest camping at a school’s scout
Was a must to try.

Dani fell in love with Islam,
Having no stirrup;
He said Salam, labas, bismlah,
And Hamdullah to burp.

Mocking people everywhere,
We were Hungarians;
Like superior intruders,
We conquered the lands.

                     ***

Breakfast of the morning sunshine
With some cafeteria
Burnt the freedom to our mind
Through that utopia.

How could one forget the hot wind,
The cold lake of the hollow;
The lost billiard matches at night
As our only sorrow.

Now, that time flew far far away,
As far as Constantine;
But I still keep the memory,
Till it’s no longer mine.

Benyamin Bensalah

19.04.2018

It just happened

And there was a woman,
with the finest scent in her hair,
with thoughts that mortals barely dare,
with the smoothest skin that angels wear,
with strong heart and face, but lightsome silhouette,
who made me forget to regret,
not a minute, not a violated ettiquette,
not our past, and especially not our present duet.
Juli, Júlia, Julika and Juliette,
only names inside the mind of a poet,
but what the readers cannot read in that,
is that, my heart found peace, peace, peace the moment we met.

Benyamin Bensalah

26.07.2019