Osama Al Hussaini


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The Immortal Torment

By Osama Al Hussaini

On the most ominous of nights,
We dare to dream.
We yearn to grasp the lights;
The rays of oblivion, and scheme

The roots of the ancient oak crumbled,
The guardian left the door,
The swan dancer stumbled,
The boat stayed ashore.

The trust within vanished
For mankind broke the cord,
Solemnity and pride banished
By the filthiest of the horde.

On the precipice, basks our hope
The creature of lust and longing
Heart and mind would never cope
Thus no fault in wronging
To hang the scaled man, or to cut the rope
Snakes never seemed belonging

To embrace the fire of divinity
Or to be consumed by solitary
Here, a game lacking equity
And justice is the temporary

cherishing the flame to say we love
Burning in the fire to say we live
But life gives us pauses to think of
The hearts. Are they ours to give?

I cry for the love that’s taken away from us
I cry for tasting all kinds of pain
The stabber of my heart is anonymous
Therefore my suffering is In vain

The child has abandoned his mother
And in her screams he profaned
Purity was stripped from the lover
The soul is ignored, the body is obtained

Yet in this havoc of a world
No menace found in kindness
A smile with a sweet word
In utter gloom are brightness

In a room filled with the bleak silence
Be the first to reach the harp
You and the stage won’t form alliance
The crowd is deaf, the strings are sharp

Nay, fear not the pain
Fear not the intuitions of the sky
Your tear shall leave a stain
So please smile, please don’t cry

Sing your calamity with a sweet sound
From a song that flows from the heart
You will see the beauty when it’s all around
That is when stop throwing your blaming dart

Ignore the crack on the moon
Yet, Be thankful for the light
If you cry it will all end soon
So bathe yourself in this bright

In the sleep of death exist no dreams
So seek your hopes in life
At the end of the tunnel flicker the joy beams
For there is a reward whenever you strive

And remember
No menace in kindness
No menace in kindness

Edition XXXVII

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The Rebellion of Love

By Osama Al Hussaini

Floating and suffocating

With a thorn resting at heart

Mind shattered, and soul aching

Yet, this is only the start

The kingdom of hope is lost

And so are thoughts of the king

The hearth fire dimmed in frost

For winter banished the spring

The vicissitudes of fate are bitter

Hence trust not a sentiment

For with hope sorrow would glitter

And grief would hide its monument

It’s the nature of man

Thus not subject to blame

It’s out of what you can

It’s in the frigid breeze, the flame

It’s the army that brought the castle down

It’s the rebel that usurped the throne

It’s the jewel absent on the crown

It’s where your heart in joy, is thrown

It’s the sword that shoved the king dead

It’s the tear on the droughty cheeks

His majesty now bleeds on bed

And his look, in lieu of mouth, speaks:

“Love is but a maleficent creature

And pain is all what it breeds

For your mightiest of walls it’s the breacher

And it looks not upon your deeds

The eyes are catapults, the smile is siege

In union they here shall tear a hole

We know its pangs, yet we’re liege

And therefore it would conquer us all”

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