The Diva


Devine is the dance that whirls the essence

Revered is the step that keeps air and earth in balance

Sojourning where Imagination begets existence

Reality dissolves into fantasy of fragrance

And temperance  reduces to a melodious silence

When  the goddess of all senses is in presence

Joyous moments become renascence

Hark, the sound of tar

Mingling with your breath so much

That you forget who you are

With every orchestra of such

Symphony of the drumbeat

And the jingling anklets on her feet

Long nails the color of blood

Oblivious to the passion you flood

Pointing north, south east and west

With wit, fervor and zest

Piercing your desires awake

Glances that your grounds shake

If lust is all heaven be

Who needs  virgins in heaven, tell me

أين الوحدة الوطنية؟

يصرخ بأعلى صوته لا للزبانيه

يرعد و يزبد و هو بالكاد نابت

“لن نسمح لك” تقطع أمانيَ

من عهد أجداد أجدادنا كانت

يقول لست للشخوص فداوية

و إنما للمبادئ و الثوابت

و هو يردد كالقطيع وراء الغاوية

شعارات لا يعرف كنهها الشامت

عجبى كيف يسلك طريق الهاوية

و يصبح مثلاً للآمال خابت

تحركه أيادي لا يعرف من هيَ

يفزع لها و هو متعانت

غر تغرر بالأقوال الواهية

و بشعارات من كذبها بانت

 لله درك كم ذقت الهوانيَ

من شر أبناؤك يا بلدة إنهانت

أين الكويت من حكم الطاغية؟

أوليس الدستور ميثاق بيننا ثابت؟

 فكيف يرفع شعار القوانين الآنية

من يكسرها بكل مسيرة قامت

من نصف قرن و نحن ننبذ الكراهية

بين الحضر و العجم و بدو المنابت

فماذا جرى لأجيال بالطائفية لاهية؟

و ماذا تركنا لمستقبلهم القامِت؟

أين صوت العقل بين الصراخات المدوية

أين أيادي في عز الغزو الصدامي تكاتفت؟

أين هي الخراز و بقية الأصوات الحانية

و أصداء “يا لالي لالي” علينا تنادت؟


Why did I love you? And why did I leave you?

They said when you were around
The iris of my eyes got wider
And so did my smile
They said I looked prettier 

I had a deal with your touch
Surreal doesn’t describe it much
Ethereal, lasting way after
The physical clutch

Manna of heaven was your taste 
I hungered for you like a beast
Could never have enough
Nor let anything go to waste 

I can’t forget every time we met
How you mesmerized my essence
Every time you looked at me
They said you were a good influence 

And the fragrance that wafted
Sweet from your flesh
Swirled circling the four corners
Around me spooling a mesh

“Baby,” when you called
A harp played in my ear
A sonata, soft 
Sublime and dear

All my senses you engaged
After I tasted you I saw no one
Felt nothing, smelled nothing
Nor heard anyone

But after years of being kept in the dark
Of your betrayal and deceit 
My senses suddenly alerted: hark
“Love” what a bait to eat!

And just as I loved you
I left you

Goodby to a Daunting Year

Christmas lights, a pool of colors housing 
The end, the begging, the bouncing
Of a summersaulting year, and probably
A dawn of an era announcing 

Twenty-eleven what a year!
Laden with ecstasies, anxieties and fear
Losses of limps, of kith and kin
Losses of loved ones, peer and everything dear

The onset of Arabian spring, or may be fall
The meridian of Islamist’s sprint, or downfall
The turning point in history where
The whole region beholds a call

For me the call, the awakening shock
A quake that shook my inner block
Hypertension, diabetes and cholesterol 
What a handful flock!

And yet, there’s a silver lining 
The sun is still shining
I’m alive and I can concur
Whatever needs realigning  

Life goes on and so do we
At least for a while, let’s  live in glee 
And see what twenty-twelve has  in store
While twenty-eleven dwells in memory 

Christmas carols, awash me
In warm delight, dancing free
Singing along the sweet song
“Whatever will be, let it be”

What was That All About?

First you notice those eyes darting at you and instantly

Penetrating though you

Eyebrows open incredibly wide

Welcoming light into sapphire gaze

Burning ablaze for you

All his complexions start sojourning gradually into lax

Laying the road marked by the red carpet

Stretching into heavens above towards

Your balcony

Welcoming you into his territory

Where you are enthroned upon a royal canopy and

A halo appears around your head

You find comfort and solace

On your ride

In his essence

As if you have always been strolling there

In his Garden of Eden

All along

A place so familiar

Calling from some distant past

Yet, you know it isn’t

Nor it has to do anything with

Romeo and Juliet

It’s almost like a reminisce that aches

With leisurely pleasures

Moving your heart to only one direction

And your mind to many

You realize you are lost for words

You talk and talk

But hardly utter what really matters

Though you know

That every move you make betrays and tells

Oh, how foolishly you try to cover

The naked truth that

You are in love

At the first sight

Or whatnot!

ضاعت الطاسة يا أهل الديرة

و الله إحترنا يا الربع حيرة

بين واعض و مفتي و مفسر

و كل من هب و دب صار له تفسيره

فأصبحت الفتاوي كحبات المطر

تفرض علينا آراء البشر و تفكيره

هذا يقول ميكي ماوس حرام

و جعلنا إضحوكة للآنام

و هذا يجيز رضاع الكبير

مستندا بأمهات التفسير

و كل من يغني علي وتيره

اليوم و بعد قرون عجاف

و تسييد العباية  و النقاب و الحجاب

ملوك الفتاوي ، أمهات العفاف

يقول لنا هذا أن جميع ما ذكر

من الوجوب و الجواز و الكره في السير

كان سراب في سراب

و أن شيوخ الدين يعلمون

أن الحجاب ليس واجب كما يزعمون

و لكنهم أجمعوا علي السكوت و الخداع

و تمسكوا به حتي النخاع

ليحمونا من الفتنة الشريره

و اليوم يطلع لنا ذو الوجه الودر

اللي صارت أرجله أقرب للقبر

ليحرم علينا حياتنا

و يستعجل في مماتنا

فيقول أن الإختلاط حرام

و السفور حرام

و الكلام حرام

و السلام حرام

و لكل مما سبق حجة في تكفيره

و الكفر أبو المعاصي وجب تدبيره

بقطع الرؤوس اليانعات

تيمنا بالسلف الصالح و بتنكيله

و ردت عليه جماعة تقول

بأن التكفير هكذا لا يجوز

علي الرغم من كونهم يوافقونه

و لكن الأمر للولي يردونه

فلا يوجد خلاف البته

بعقولهم التي أكلتها العته

أن الإختلاط في العمل و المدرسة و الشارع

للخلوة إبليس و للشهوات شارع

و لكن الخلاف يصب بمجمعه

فيمن يصدر منه الكلام

فهو صاحب الملك  و الأمر و له الخيرة

بأن يحكم فيمن يجب و لا يجب تدميره

و بين شيوخ الدين و ولي الآمر

ضاعت الطاسة يا أهل الديرة

A Special Letter to Support the White Wings; Ibtihal Alkhateeb

The difference between the ones who search for light

And the ones who are accustomed to darkness is

As the difference between butterflies and cockroaches

Light frights

It reveals secrets and

Most prefer to let and forget

Hoping it would disappear with time progression

As if keeping a fence around a bee nest securely tight

Would keep the bees from reproduction

They cocoon in the secure zone of darkness, alert

With fear and distrust

Light may penetrate the iris

It may reflect things

They prefer not to see and regret

These are the majorities in our countries

While minorities are as butterflies

They keep circling around the source of light

Insistent even when they know for sure that

This path may lead to their destruction

Butterflies live in meadows and gardens

Among flowers and roses aplenty

Sacrificing their lives as bounty

Commuting love to lovers

Gifting  life to others and

Value their own to the great errands


Cockroaches, on the other hand, disperse as soon as

We turn on the light

Fearful for their own lives

That’s why they multiply and

This is how they


They demolish our food while

Butterflies die to revive

The cycle of life

Building is hard labor while

Demolishing is as easy as

A bird’s flight

Only the courageous with guts can

And will continue to bring change

And to adjust our retina to light

For the only way to solve our problems

Is to face them in broad daylight

Support freedom of speech

Fight ignorance and lies

Ride on the white wings of Ibtihal Alkhateeb

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