On the edge of overlapping lives

Once an angel offered mankind a choice
to have power to destroy or
the power to create life.

At that time, there split two different lives
in which we are living happy, and
the other in which we are now.

No one knows how alternate they are,
but it’s an awful day for living and
a beautiful day to die.

Benyamin Bensalah

07.01.2021

Masquerade

Would we any rate –
stop this masquerade?
We act in the shop.
We act on the streets.
We act at the workplace.
We act alone under the sheets.
We act with the friends,
differently with one, two or any of them.
We put a new mask at each circumstances,
not missing a single of those chances
to see a reality and feel it,
act on it and fake it until we believe it.
Then, when those rare moments come up
finding us without absolute no mask, no setup;
we question the whole thing that has been,
in the shop, on the streets, at the workplace –
under the sheets –
and as we see that we have no face,
and nothing does matter,
we cry badly at cost of whatever,
or at any rate
just to let us start again
just let us go back
to that stupid masquerade.

Benyamin Bensalah

20.12.2020

Half-Blood

Always unique, always stranger –
an uncurrent life-exchanger,
touching cultures, seeing masses –
always out of all social classes,
no girl, no boy; not in any gender –
not belonging to any sender,
always alone, or just uninvited –
unable to be united,
no land calls me, sky-surrounded –
always erring around unfounded,
not a city, not a name,
not a pity, not a shame,
not a colour, not a skin,
not an honour, not a sin,
always half this and halves that miss,
I am no one, only this.

Benyamin Bensalah

18.12.2020

Regret

I’ve never seen a word such suffocating –
such as regret.
I stuffed my already crowded mind with lies
such as I never feel regret.
I stuffed my ego with lies that I deserved this all,
and all the bad is out of regret.
I went dreamwalking with that chestboard in my chest,
seeing all pain I was used to, but regret.
While the word kept me chasing, just as my chest kept aching
from what I wasn’t able to see that I do regret.
My chest is opening now, with unusual pain that is searing me down,
but I’m somehow happy to hear that I do regret.
All the pain I caused, not just to myself alone, not just to the one I loved,
but for everyone who had to pay for my pain – I regret.
I don’t know how could it be possible now to be a better person from now,
and I really don’t know it like I didn’t know it back from now, but I regret.
This word is here now, that kept me suffocating – crying – waiting for answers in my hiding,
but I am free now; free as a hated criminal who’s not enjailed now, and knows only one word
only one word that he murmures alone:
I regret.

Bensalah Benyamin

04.12.2020, 04:20 am

Some people just wasn’t born for living

Some people just wasn’t born for living…
I tried to quit, but I only made others’ hurt,
and I really don’t like spreading my unhappiness;
it’s heavy, pointless and awkward in the worst way.

Some people just wasn’t born for living…
I tried to make others happy instead,
but I ended up hurting others more;
my presence as my absence is a curse for all of us.

Some people just wasn’t born for living…
I drift between some reality and fantasies,
numbing my sober moments of this livinglessness;
tricking the untrickable truth that we are unwanted.

Some people just wasn’t born for living…
I couldn’t catch a moment in which I fitted;
everywhere I was just passing by awkwardly,
or rather standing while the time pushes itself.

Some people just wasn’t born for living…
I really want to die and stop being a part of it,
but instead I’m tormented daylight and nighttime;
while observing this odd world in which some people just…

Benyamin Bensalah

22.11.2020

Seek and Hide

Hide and then seek again,
Play and then re-play again,
Talk and then meet up again,
Learn and then take exam again,
Work and then change work again,
Buy things and then buy more things;
Infinite loop of doings
With finite scope of ownings
of the last peekaboo,
of the last win with value,
of the last astonishing taboo,
of the last bought thing seen as new,
of the last intercourse we are able to do
Leading to play and don’t play again,
Breathe and don’t breathe again,
Seek meaning that hides again,
After days until a day again,
Till not waking up again.

Benyamin Bensalah

06.10.2020

Kata Csongrádi: SUNTHEM

The Sunbeam doesn’t ask
How much its light is worth
The Sunbeam doesn’t ask
What it will get in return
The Sunbeam doesn’t ponder
It just flows brightening.
Infinite caress and cuddle
but he does not ask for paying.

Love like the Sun, unconditionally
Like the Sun, which is built heartly.
Like the sun, born of light
Like the Sun, creating bright.

All people are a ray of light,
part of the universe
Who think they are just a byte,
But they are a part of the whole biodiverse.
All people are a ray of light,
one of the infinity.
All people are a ray of light,
but they do not dare to believe in reality.

Love like the Sun, unconditionally
Like the Sun, which is built heartly.
Like the sun, born of light
Like the Sun, creating bright.
Love by creating bright!

Benyamin Bensalah

24.09.2020

Translated from the Hungarian poem of Kata Csongrádi, “Naphimnusz”(2005).