Naila Baqer / Kuwaitنائلة باقر / الكويتNumbI must be numbTo this pain I feelI must remember to breathe.Come hold me my sonWith cheeks so roundAnd your eight years of wisdom. Place your headAcross my chestListen to the whispers of my heart.Honour the oathBoth of you have madeIn secret, in me.To be gentle with ...
Naila Baqer / Kuwait نائلة باقر / الكويت
Numb
I must be numb To this pain I feel I must remember to breathe.
Come hold me my son With cheeks so round And your eight years of wisdom.
Place your head Across my chest Listen to the whispers of my heart.
Honour the oath Both of you have made In secret, in me.
To be gentle with me As I have promised To nurture you.
ARABS
Precious years of our lives are passing And we sit and watch without participating We feel happiness slip through our fingers And we sit with a grin on our lips. We tell others That we are satisfied with the life we lead; That We Arabs want nothing more from life Than To keep swirling inside a safe vacuum, Not experiencing anything except Imperial Silence Glorified Emptiness Worshipped Nothingness
HUMANS / ARABS
We wear ravishingly resplendent masks of Religion, We wrap ourselves with velvet cloaks of Serenity And our men dress only in White when the Sun is ablazing. Yet When Night descends and frightens the Sun away and people prepare to go to bed, Off comes their masks and hideous Hypocrisy appears; Off comes their velvet cloaks and the shabby skeleton of Chaos seen. Such mutilated, soulless creatures are members of our society. And we continue to roam aimlessly like bedouins in an arid land convincing ourselves that the mirage is real and the barren desert is a lush scentful garden. But this ostentation cannot be stopped, the Cycle cannot be disturbed. And for those who stand in Her way, for those who are aware and know, Those she will crush; she is merciless. Thus we continue going in circles, absent minded, being guided, as in a ‘zaar’.
Biografia °°°°°°°°°° Naila Baqer / Kuwait نائلة باقر / الكويت
نائلة باقر شاعرة كويتية تكتب بالانجليزية وتعنى برصد التفاصيل الصغيرة.بدأت كتابة الشعر في سن التاسعة صدر لها عن دار قرطاس ديوان \'تهويدة مشاغبة\' Tumultuous Lullaby