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Today I am feeling strange
Like I am invading the poems
searching for the right letters to describe…
What is the taste of a lose
And then sings my memory’s tribe…
The last rythem
To cover the memories
The feelings to bribe…
Like the old days i remember
In the cold shaking
Like a phone’s vibe
Give me one sign
that all is gonna be simple and causy
That i am on the right way of healing
That the bitter taste will go away
I just wanna wipe
All the answers that end with i don’t know
All the letdowns i never let go
All the broken signs without a Glow
All the cold winters without a snow
All the empty conversations
That begins with you
All the fainted lies that kept me slow
All the karmas i have lived
Like a seires or a show
Like the last time I was not free
Like the conversation we don’t agree
Like a kiss from an OCD
To an original soul like me

Ghada Rustom

الترجمة إلى العربية

أشعر اليوم بالغرابة
وكأنني أغزو القصائد
بحثا عن الحروف كي أصف شعوري
كي أصف طعم الخسارة
فتغني قبيلة ذاكرتي
الايقاع الاخير
كي تخفي ذكرياتي وترشيها
كتلك الايام التي ما زلت أذكر
ارتجافي بالبرد  كإرتجاج الهاتف
أعطني إشارة واحدة
بان كل شيء سيكون بسيطا كالدفء
بانني على الطريق الصحيح للتعافي
بأن ذلك المرار سيزول
أنا أريد فقط أن امحي
كل الاجابات التي تنتهي ب “لا أعلم”
كل الخذلان الذي لم أخذله ابدا
كل اللافتات المسكورة بلا ضوء
كل الشتاءات التي تأتي دون ثلج
كل المحادثات الفارغة التي تبدأ بك!
كل الأكاذيب الهشة التي أعاقتني
كل الكارمات التي عشتها كمسلسل تلفزيوني
او كعرض على المسرح
كتلك المرة التي لم أكن بها حرة
كتلك المحادثات التي لم نتفق عليها يوما
كتلك القبلة من وسواس قهري أتعبت روحا نبيلة كروحي…

غادة رستم

Lullaby

I am misguided
So disappointed
The truth i tried to hide it
But it keeps me always winded
Like a magic to breathe
I am going underneath

I am always minded
With your existence
I am chained to a hug
That is surely binded
Like a sentence

So blinded
be my dawn
Make me a center
I am so sided
Take me home
When i am misguided
Sing me a lullaby
That will Take me to you
That will make the way finded
And i am chaind to a kiss
That is surely binded

Ghada Rustom

What a Miserable World

I dedicate this poem to my favorite game : Resident Evil ….

Can you undo what has been done?
Shakespeare once said that
Those words weren’t a pun

So take your dreams and run
In a world of no moon nor sun

Can you find the light
If we weren’t blind
Or is it just a reality stun?

Catch your believes before they are gone
Hide them .. breath them
So lies can be spun

Take what has lift and run
In a world of no moon nor sun

It doesn’t matter
Between the far and the long
The truth lies in white
But can the light shine
When the night has begun?

Call .. call .. now call for the one
Because all what is seen here
Is a mouth of a gun
So take the lies and run
In a world of no moon nor sun

Written in 27/2/2011

Ghada Rustom

Delay

As for me i will stay
Till i find the way
You can go if you want
I won’t stand in your way
I won’t leave
But i will say :

We shall see each other
Or meet one day
For me i will stay
Till i understand
What is the secret of the play
You can go
And for me and you i will pray
That someday we find our home
The destination
And the bay
Before we get week and gray
We shall meet
And say hey
Before the hair shines in the sun’s ray
We shall hug that day ..

Written in 27/3/2011

Ghada Rustom

A Dame

As a stranger you came
Through the lights
And the flame
There you came
As a danger
Ain’t afraid of the game
There you came
To my suffered soul
To my wondering aim
There you came
You held me tight
And said my name
I ain’t gonna fall
For i am a dame
There you came
Hold me tight
I can’t stand the blame
I ain’t gonna fall
Eventhough i am tired
Eventhough i am lame
But if i fall
Would it be a shame?
For i am a dame
And i am not the same
As a stranger
Through the danger
Oh, there you came
There you came ..

Written in 14/4/2011

Ghada Rustom

Snowman

He said what a nice snowman
I said thanks
Then smiled and ran

We met a gain
Just like the rain
Without having a plane

I knew his name
He played my game
Eventhough the ban

As we were walking
I noticed that his eyes were deep and tan

We wished the ever snow
Before the rain had began
Oh snowman
Have i fell in love and gone?
Oh snowman
You are melting in the rain and the sun
Your eyes for the last time i scan
Then i will run as fast as i can
Because love’s span
Lasts like the life of a snowman..

Written in
28/3/2011
Ghada Rustom

I want freedom

Photo taken in 11/1/2013

Names

Different names we own
So many names for so many faces
Are given when we see the dawn

We never choose the names
Names with us are born
Names names and names
Cover the ash and the bone

So what is a name?
It is sometimes a game
And sometimes it is a fame
I do have a name

My name i write on trees on lawn
On sand like a fawn
I write it to signature my poems
And one day will be on my Gravestone

So what is a name?
It is sometimes a game
And sometimes it is a fame
I do have a name

Looking around all i see
Are names with clone
Beneath the faces
Beneath the smile and the moan
The names we own …

Written in 17/3/2011 Ghada Rustom

Immortal

Like the sun we burn
Each time we are disappointed
When they leave and turn

Like the rain we cry
Whenever we wonder about their feelings
Whenever we love them without asking why

Songs never lie
Poems never die
They killed us once
But can we get killed twice?!
When we pay the price

Like you i will be
When you come back wounded
One day you will see

Like you i will be cruel
No doubt one day i cared about you
No doubt i was a fool

And songs always lie
But poems never die
They never die

Written in 10/3/2011

Kill the sentence

The details in everyone
Sometimes can be torn ,they shred ..
All the things that have been done
Could have betrayed us
Now we know why we bled..

The sentences we wrote
To kill
To hurt
Have killed us instead ..

The irony we fought
Laughed at us
And said : time to go to bed..

The long nights melted in the air
Quietly with pain in red..
Sometimes we should be a ware
Of all the stars that have been shed..

The sentences we wrote
To destroy
To hurt
Have destroyed us instead ..

The irony we fought
Laughed at us
And said : time to go to bed..

All the sentences i write
Must be killed
They leave letters behind
They must be dead..
For every detail to me led..

Written in 26/2/2011

Ghada Rustom

Lucid Forecast

Do i love you?
I can’t answer that fast
To me your love is strange
And i predict it might not last
But will you truly love me?
I can’t forecast
I won’t leave with you
I can’t leave everything behind
Or cast
I won’t go with you
You are a stranger
And your secret is vast
My vision has raised the mast
I am fading in the future of your eyes
But what a blast!
What a lucid eyes
I can’t tell
I can’t forecast
Neither the future nor the past!

Written by Ghada Rustom
11/1/2011
Syria/ Damascus/ Zabadani city