A thought of her

Mirrors can lie, but not her eyes,
She’s the reason I want to see the skies,
She and I are the best allies,
It can be seen without being wise.

Mirrors can lie that I’m not worthy to live,
But no lies can disguise that I deserve her love,
She makes me love to live,
By the only reason of her, to love and belove.

I can’t find words beautiful enough,
Describing her, us or what is between those,
But without her everything lose,
And with her everything’s enough, but her love.

Benyamin Bensalah

24.02.2019

All in Me

I wished to find out who are you
Without fairy tales –
Without beau details –
Without love letters –
Though my heart flatters…
…while it’s dying,
Around you, thou never crying;
Only by rejoice and relief,
Feeding my belief…
…believing that my palpitations –
My pupils’ dilatations –
My hampered respiration –
Are blest of your ration.

Since you are the place where I live in –
The air I breathe in –
The bleeding’s hemoglobin –
The arteries’ vigor –
You are my eternal alter ego.

Benyamin Bensalah

01.04.2018

A girl on the bus

Despite of the hard matter of fact how empty I was,
Concerning all the suicidal feelings of nonsenseness
In a day that really has held me nothing about my future,
I’ve changed as if by a quick hush-and-pick magic wand,
By seeing a girl nothing particularly interesting in her,
But she changed me, my view, the structure of my mind,
All my world, all my problems, all that I have and hadn’t changed,
Changed, sublimated, stopped being and all renewed.

She and I changed our eyes, By what we changed our souls,
As if thousands of jokes were done, our eyes were laughing;
We appreciated each others by the science of love
That uses the environment as a strange ocean
In which we were the only humans floating, seeing each other,
Seeing and appreciating our styles that held nothing,
Nothing in special, but in a whole the fragments
Of music, culture and sophisticated manners
Built a bubble between her, me and the crowd.

She was so closed to the outside world and so open to mine,
My world that has just got destroyed and renewed,
Making me a new man, a curious man: What was that world about?
I’ve fallen in love as she did and I’ve become a Shakespeare again,
A Shakespeare who could do anything for his love,
I started thinking on the compliments not yet prepared
And building the world in her new blue colours,
Thinking of throwing myself into insane actions
That surely, surely would impress her – our new world,
But then she disappeared and I didn’t fall back.

Surprisingly, I didn’t fall back to my old world,
Having a girlfriend with thousands of problems,
But I have stayed in that new world alone with a smile,
With a smile that describes that yes there is hope:
You are still able to be a Shakespeare and yes,
I fell in love blindly, only with a mass of flesh and,
And some sophisticated compartment beside her langauge,
Langauge and langauges, the polyglotting that turns me on,
Yes, I am still able to get turned on, and I’m  happy.
Happy in that new-old world that holds no changes,
But still everything is seen in it so different…
Welcome, being the most intelligent creation with the most stupid mind.

Benyamin Bensalah

18.12.2018