The abyss is breaking

The abyss is too huge between you and me,
even if you managed to undress me.
I tried for a while to be the one for you,
even if sometimes it seemed untrue.

You think too easily and so you sense
your complex actions are fencing common sense.
For my emotions, a thousand thoughts wouldn’t be enough,
my actions are so few, I don’t tell to prevent the laugh.

The abyss is breaking, I’m waving from its side,
I really loved you, if I look inside.
My love is eternal, it will stay with you forever
but wee need to accept, this break won’t cease ever.

Many times, the break up hurts, as it will do now,
but there’s been worse than this, and will be better somehow.
We weren’t for each other the one
but then it will come, that person will come.

I’m thanking you every single minute,
I will not forget you, I promise. Salute!

Benyamin Bensalah

03.04.2020

Translated from my Hungarian poem, “Szakad a szakadék” (2008)

Probably somebody popped up in my mind

Probably somebody popped up in my mind –
Among all those possibilities
Out of the void,
Among all those responsibilities
I try to avoid,
There’s a beam of trust
That holds every doubtful thing as a whole,
That gives me and only me a role,
That keeps me human after all –
Monsters must or must not be alone –
Keeping you as my mortal and eternal goal.

Benyamin Bensalah

10.10.2018

I promise

Send me a wave-
I will nod,
Say me a hi-
Truce of God!
Be friendly to me-
I won’t be rude,
Until you don’t break my rule:

“My world is one person,
One person is my world.”

I’ve got but one to accept flirt,
I’ve got but one to admit blirt,
I’ve got but one to write true lines,
I’ve got but one to hold my rhymes.

I’ve got only one to hearten my mind,
The others may die, I don’t mind.

No person can dirt in this lore,
No person can cause us sore,
No person, no, no alive;
They’ll be ignored and erased of life.

Benyamin Bensalah

29.10.2017

Dedicated last hour

In the last hour, will I be less dour?
I’ve never been; in fact, I’ve been always keen
of knowledge and every passage,
trying to give a chance for each hopeful glance,
but in the last hour, everything ends.

It will be dour, but not because of the last hour.
Life always was an inner strife
from misery to misery;
to end it, doesn’t make me happy
just ready for the last hour.

In the last hour, something won’t be dour.
For once, I’ll have what everyone wants;
the loved one’s words in my ears
that will give reason to all my hours,
for what, I dedicate her my last hour.

“An eternity of gratitude
for breaking a little
my long solitude.”

Benyamin Bensalah

19.03.2020

My country for a horse

My country for a horse, and my horse for a girl,
Bearing the manner of the dearest creature on Earth –
The deserts’ life-saving waters are for her,
Just to see her again,
The antidotes of all the diseases on Earth for her,
Just to hear her voice again.

Since there’s no countryside so pleasing as hers,
Since there’s no thing so appeasing as her daitiness –
The gallop of her mind and the bounces in her language,
I’m in an old senile love with her seasonal changes…
Even after her mysterious disappearance,
Maybe never coming back again, but I’m looking for her.

Benyamin Bensalah

06.12.2018

Roux Meow et Jolly Wat

Act I.

Two broken hearts, both alike in dignity,
In Algiers, where we lay our scene,
Were sorted, despite of their naive purity;
Their true blood judged them unclean.

The boy’d been a noble, humble creature,
Within his soul a hidden labyrinth,
One by one unwordly, magical features;
But his side was without any hint.

The girl’d been a loving, hoping angel,
Within her soul thirst to know,
Knowing no that knowledge is danger;
She learnt and taught sorrow.

***

The lovers were no lovers, but of God,
With plenty heart and true soul,
They wished a wish that sounded odd:
A simple life after their cruel.

Their parents’ old sins were their seal,
That had made trace to theirs,
When they met, they had a pure deal:
A white page after dark years.

Unhappiness is a lone, thirsty beast,
It dévores peace and love,
It may dress up for hundreds of feast:
Causing tragedies like above.

***

Frequency, true love and purity,
They are only blunt blades,
When it comes to cutting authority:
Without its parental aids.

This story is not a new story,
Romeo and Juliet,
Two broken hearts shorn of their glory:
Even if they healed when they met.

All their attributes of art and piety
Were burnt by an Ogre’s wrath
Who cursed every drop of serenity:
All that we ever, never hath.




Act II.


A year, two years before that they met,
Roux Meow didn’t know his Wat,
Even if his friend kept her captive;
Roux Meow’s been so inactive.

He had modest traits toward his friend,
Avoiding to look at his girlfriend,
So, the first time that he saw her;
Was in a club of writer-drawer.

They knew each others as fine friends,
They enjoyed that none pretends,
Then, when they started a new chatbox;
It was proven as it never stops…


***


In contrary, Jolly Wat has known her cat,
She saw him years before they met,
To avoid hot words, she liked his traits;
Dunno, what was the play of Fates.

After her man left with his funny cap,
Roux Meow came with another cap,
Changing the suits into shirts and kind words;
They made a new scene of lovely birds.

Such keywords flew around them in the sky,
As no-relationship, art and butterfly;
Their influence helped them to forget the past;
Their parents’ divorce and their ex.

***

Roux Meow’s heart was paralyzed by Palestine,
An adventure out of space and time,
While Jolly Wat was quartered by Qatar;
A nightmare-like bizarre terror.

These circumstances were like magnets,
Creating a collision like of Macbeth’s,
Two seemingly innocent playing with Destiny;
Calling their own blood as enemy.

He was a fighting lion on the Savannah,
She was just a flower- Subhanallah,
How come that ends bad something so good;
They only wanted a better mood.


Act III.


Darken forces came in form of his dad,
Whether God-sent or evil-sent,
Roux Meow and Jolly Wat became bad;
They’re born under a cursed tent.

His divorced father cursed and swore,
On her divorced mother’s lore,
How come that Meow wants a life;
After his dad’s life-long strife.

Roux Meow wished a pure marriage,
With some help that he merits,
While Jolly Wat just wanted carriage;
By someone whom she merits.

***

Roux Meow’s family like wild lions,
Sniffed around her little folks,
In their eyes, would ruin even diamonds;
Blackened everything their talks.

Roux Meow has no right to live, to love,
Jolly Wat has no right for thoughts,
Marriage is a mere marketplace of dove;
The family needs better attributes.

Her past is divorced and she is old,
Her family is a gypsy clan,
She uses magic and evil to hold;
Roux Meow as Peter Pan.

***

Roux Meow and Jolly Wat was asked,
So, are you pious fellow of God,
Then, ask God whether it will fairly last;
But we will against you working fraud.

Seeing the dark clouds coming near,
Roux Meow and Wat grieved,
They agreed to cut what has been so dear;
A beau world – no talk no stalk – leaved.

The world of her beautiful drawings fell,
His words of their world cleaved,
Their beautiful Algiers became itself the hell;
No “Let’s trick our mind, being naive’d”.


Act IV.


Roux Meow begged his monstrous house,
“Here I’ve come to choose my spouse-
Be upon my support for once in the life;
Let me face alone the lifelong strife.”

The dad: “Leave my house, leave my fam!
I won’t hear about your damn madame.
I swear on the Lord you’ll be both perished,
I won’t have peace till the girl vanished.”

Jolly Wat: “Oh, Roux Meow – Roux Meow!
I cannot find the why and how,
Why God sends us our blood as enemy –
While we avoided all His heresy?”

***

Despite of all maledictions and bad notes,
Roux Meow played Don Quixote:
He asked a favor from his sullen uncle,
To visit Jolly’s fam – they’re humble.

Though, Uncle Ashore had the same thoughts,
To separate the lovely folks.
So, he quickly put up the cloak of religion,
Asked for her dad from another region.

Roux Meow cried for him as his only hope,
Tho, they saw Roux under dope.
“The two families will have no relation!
Tebessians! What a humiliation!”

***

Racism clouds were not enough for them,
Fake-religion served the next slam:
“How dare you knowing her before me?
You wish to do adultery like me?”

As Uncle Ashore get the number of her dad,
(who’s been for Jolly Wat almost dead),
The Ogre Dad of Roux Meow rushed at him:
That his unknown daughter is a grim.

Oh, Roux Meow. Oh, Roux Meow, why?
Where is our Lord from the sky?
Is it really so sinful to wish to marry?
Disgrace is worse than cemetery.


Act V.


A cat-like brave man with a red beard,
A rabbit-like shyness in a hijab;
Worldly art of words she’d never heard,
That she colored by a design tab.

Two years of peace, Oh, Roux Meow,
Two years of peace, Oh, Jolly Wat;
They found in themselves a true fellow,
To talk ceaselessly since they met.

What could be the possible to cut the bound,
The bound of love that the fate created;
What could explain between them the wound,
The wound that the false faith created.

***

Curse on the course of fate, the parents,
And curse on the crafted faith of evil!
But, let me put no dirt on the pure events;
Say, Glory for this, even if it’s feeble.

Their past is not just past, but a dead future:
Wedding, fun, kids and what more;
Now, they are all just a hypothetical blooper,
And silence on two mouths or more.

Whether fate is stronger than faith?
Or contrariwise?
Are they for each other dead wraith,
Or they just silently revise?

***

Oh, Roux Meow! Oh, wise Roux Meow!
Look into the future, my dear.
Whether this is the end of the show,
Or the turning point is just near.

The now-dead, pious couple beaten by creed,
Shall they rise out of the tomb?
If yes, will they be sinful but ever-freed,
Or rather in a religious bloom?

Shakespeare fought for love and will power,
Ne’er for savages behind Ogric persuasion;
But fighting needs gun powder, not flower,
Nectars sweeten or cause intoxication.


Act VI.


A modern Romeo and Juliet we’ve become,
Said Roux Meow at last, numb;
Asking thousand questions like a dumb,
Thinking – thinking, taram-drum.

Is the sin in our stars, words or draws?
In our religion’s laws?
Or there were no sins at all, no flaws;
Was it perfect as it was?

Are there any others punished for their fraud,
Others than the two who loved?
Would they be punished, far, abroad?
Where is the Justice of God?

***

Life is a flow – with thousands of arms,
What if an arm suddenly charms,
Just follow the flow even if it harms;
You color the water with norms.

Either go with the flow or swim rather,
You can’t stop the course of water;
Up to you to be the sinner-swimmer lover,
Or the slave-sinless forgiver.

The truth of the end is at the end,
Then, the ends always depend;
So, worry on rather what is in the hand,
And focus onto live, not to pretend.

***

Roux Meow is Stoic, flowly flawless,
He loved for last; nevertheless;
Jolly Wat is a weaker-sex mistress,
She may regretlessly regress.

Tho’ the changes of their world is drastic,
Even if there’s no deadly tragic;
The sadness might make one pathetic,
And the other lunatic, gothique.

The sad story of a Cat and a Hare,
Written to be a lovely pair,
They will be ever for each, but where;
In silent prayers or a brave affair?

Benyamin Bensalah

22.06.2018

Do Not Open

Guilt-pushed wet pillow on my face;
What have I done? There’s no trace,
But there must have something happened,
There must have something happened.

I don’t know much what’s going on;
I have no goal, no role I could be living on,
I’m just surviving day to day,
Day to day.

But today – tonight, I opened a file;
Full of photos of a guy with the same profile,
But he is stranger to me,
Stranger to me.

On the photos, he was with a girl;
I would lie if I say I don’t know her,
But I can feel nothing,
I can feel nothing.

I don’t know who’s that guy;
He was so happy, but how and why,
How is it possible,
It’s impossible.

I don’t know who they are;
Why are they so bizarre,
They are a copy of me,
Were a copy of me.

That guy was in love with her;
Then, why I can’t refer,
What’s going on,
What’s going on.

You hurt and destroyed her;
But I didn’t even know her,
No, it’s all your fault,
It’s all your fault.

I’m guilty and for sure I’m crying;
I wish I could be faster dying,
Rather than feeling guilty,
While it wasn’t me.

I don’t know that guy, nor myself;
That girl must have left our self,
I am alone with my pain,
Who am I? I claim.

I sleep some nights or glance my eyes;
It happens: everything resets as lies,
But I didn’t mean any of that hurt,
I should have put out an alert:

Don’t approach; I may be fine today;
But I’m a new person every day,
Making you happy for a while,
Then, putting you into a file
With a lost profile
That comes out rarely
Feeling guilty,
Unhealthy,
Crazy.

Benyamin Bensalah

29.02.2020