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