Tag: feelings

Yelp

I’m at the threshold,
but the threshold of what
I cannot know;
it’s just a feeling.


I never experienced home
to say I’m at the threshold
of something, a door
to belong anywhere.


Through my life
I was alone,
struggling of myself,
and circumstances.


I found it hard
to ask for help
while I knew
there’s none.


But still, I kept
fighting down
this feeling, and
yelped at a threshold.

Benyamin Bensalah

29.08.2020

Ending envy

How I envy you all
Who can just ignore me,
Delete me from sites or apps,
Block my number and WhatsApp,
And see my face on Facebook no more
While I am glued, imprisoned with myself;
Not like you, I need to face me daily – again
And again feeling pity, disgust, nuisance, hate,
And weirdness, waiting eagerly my disappearance.

Benyamin Bensalah

20.08.2020

Appeal’ Tree

The land I walk on is itself talking,
Maddened by illusionary mystifying;
This is why, I keep denying
Dreams and reality.

Then, there’s a repeating vision
Of a garden having no age, no season,
Existing for a tree by reason
To name it: In memory.

What a dream tree is that, alas!
One shall build around it a glassen palace;
Its beauty holds sweet malice,
Intoxicating misery.

Isn’t it itself the tree of Eden,
Seducing and then misleading Adam;
Boiling the blood like opium,
Heavenly hellish adultery.

Its shade is ever calming,
Even if it’s not existing, it’s charming;
A Tree of daily harming,
Masochist illusionary.

Benyamin Bensalah

01.06.2019

Escalated quickly

I would cry for help,
                                    but nobody cares.
The one who cares
                                   shares with me no affairs.

Like a naughty boy
                                  who’s forbidden from any good,
I’m playing sullen
                                 without any mood.

Benyamin Bensalah

30.08.2018

Cats and dogs

It rains drops,
drops of water molecules,
drops of Hydrogen and Oxygen combinations
with dust-like minerals and pollution
from the skies.

It drops rains;
rains of human feelings,
rains of coziness and shivering fevers
inside and outside of homes
been and never been.

It’s raining drops;
drops of eager-living hormones,
drops of synthetic concepts like poverty
with any form of possession
and with the lack of any’.

It’s dropping rains;
rains of drying happiness,
rains of sadness in a winter-like summer
with all the humanity
on holidays.

Cats and dogs;
it’s raining ceaseless happenings
it’s dropping away human-made humanities
and gives away paradise
for unknowing animals.

Benyamin Bensalah

02.04.2020

Thought and soughed

I’m dizzy, drunk and dumb,
Tho’ no alcohol touched my tongue;
No Hennesy of Islamic heresy,
No, I didn’t take any heavy to be heady.

I’m in daze, drought and dung,
My life is empty, but not an easy run;
It’s an endless intoxication,
Dragged and druged by self-interrogation.

Whether a shot would amend my inner weather?
Whisky with coke to feel better?
Sending me to hell from this hellish place?
Living-dying on the worldly drugs of my race?

Benyamin Bensalah

06.12.2017