The river will run red

Bloodshot eyes from the cries.
Who I am among the lies?
Is it true I’ve been through?
You’re not bad, tells me who?
The one I hurt, where’s my court?
All’s gone blur, but her support.
I’m gone mad – that’s what I said.
I just wish my cries could run red.

Benyamin Bensalah

05.12.2020, 04:20

Hoping bee

Hope is the only bee
that makes honey without flowers…

…and that lil drop of honey
     is the only sweetness in my bitter life
       is the only, but enough for a hoping bee,
         to buzz: one day I will get back my flower.

Benyamin Bensalah

07.07.2018

Ab sense

You who can’t hear the scream of silence;
The shrieking loneliness of days and nights,
You who can’t see the shades of indifference;
The invisible sadness in the ever smiling eyes,
You who can’t touch life in ceaseless roughness;
The dried out face that only in the heart cries,
You who can’t taste the rejoice as bitterness;
The rockbottoms of an endless precipice,
You who can’t feel the lifelong unpeace;
The homelessness in roof disguise,
How could you understand the words of mine’s;
The life inside a violin’s fall and rise,
How could you understand Peace;
A moment my heart so eagerly desires,
Being absent on me in the whiles.

Benyamin Bensalah

31.08.2020

A significant moment

There are times when you want to see a movie
just for a scene or for an image,
to listen to a song, to recite a poem
just for a line, just for one word
that gives meaning to all.

As there are times when you live with someone
just for that colorless, wordless moment,
compared to the years being so insignificant,
still that moment means all what is life,
saying that you are needed.

Benyamin Bensalah

18.08.2020