Love for the Written Word - By Matab Brahimi

shall I name your winding stars
one by one till healed the scars

shall I count each ticking planck
Till next my eyes have you to thank

lovers of the stars and lands
wish not to change hearts by their hands
but for the ears to sway and take
what took the trembling hands to make

if not but read these lines so quick
and smile for length a Planck to stick
My words had purpose of reveal
a poem...for you to simply feel


Paint Palette - Matab Brahimi

Don't be deceived 
to think the canvas shows
the secrets that 
only the paint palette knows

no trust should be placed
on soft brush strokes
smeared and scraped 
under ill-tempered hands
search for sentiments 
only the paint pallete understands

much thought and scheme
made this canvas be
masking the true intent 
only the paint palette can see


Like Water - Matab Brahimi

like water on a still day 
you ever-so-slightly sway
waiting for the fragile leaf
to quiver your gentle way

drops that tirelessly drum 
only to merge with you as one
make way for the gale
on which sentiments sail
waiting for the strong to succumb