Munir Mezyed's blog
The Epic of the Azure Twins
The Epic of the Azure Twins
Munir Mezyed
In the beginning,
Night and wildness were caught in
The umbilical cord of the universe,
Wavering between darkness and light...
The Priestess of my Sacred Fire
The Priestess of my Sacred Fire
Munir Mezyed
O, My beloved
The priestess of my sacred fire
Grieve not nor be afflicted over my long exile
But rejoice
Dream Sneaking into the Unseen
Dream Sneaking into the Unseen
Oh, my love
Whoever has a heart that knows no sorrow,
Is one that’ll never see the light
Whoever weaves his garments dipped in isolation threads
The Shepherd & the Lambs of Poetry….!
The Shepherd
And the Lambs of Poetry….!
By Munir Mezyed
From poetry, the universe began his journey
Asleep in the fields of dark nihility
A silhouette without color and tone...
The First Miracle of Creation
The First Miracle of Creation
Munir Mezyed
He who loves the fragrance of earth
Becomes a warrior
He who loves the woman’s femininity
Becomes a poet
He who loves God
Love Tale
Love Tale
By Munir Mezyed
O My love
Who will narrate my story
The sparrows or the butterflies…?
Drained
The dusk is falling like a rain
In inner feeling
Skilled in bleeding …
I am in the Sea, and the Sea in me
I am in the Sea, and the Sea in me
By Munir Mezyed
O Joseph’s brothers
Ask the gulls
How they sigh
When seeing the fish of my poems
And the nymphs of the Olympus
How they dance
The Crying Flower of Love
The Crying Flower of Love
Munir Mezyed
O My God
I want to perceive you
Like the petals perceive you
When they are touched by dews…!
They want to take away my soul
Pearl Beads
Pearl Beads
Munir Mezyed
1
God ordered His words
To be light - floating
The prophet saw them in a dream
Falling pearl beads around him…
2
The sun turned
The Poetry Mural
The Poetry Mural
Munir Mezyed
Ridding the horses of word
I set out
Passing the faraway heavens
Through silence and miasma
In the realm of nihility
Evoking the creation
Between Dream and Soul
Between Dream and Soul
By Munir Mezyed
The Stalks of dreams are dying
In dusk swollen with blackness
Wasting the sun’s ray
Thus the Crow darkness flies
The Spirit Bows to the Will of Love
The Spirit Bows to the Will of Love
By Munir Mezyed
(A vision agonizes in pain, craving to be free
And remain alone in the temple of love
Praying)
I crave for the rain
Burning eagerly