POETRY Reading: Ruins of Memories by Badradeen Mohammed
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Ruins of Memories by Badradeen Mohammed
On a sunny autumn day
I was leaning on a plastic chair in front of my house
With sweat dripping from my body
Caused by the high temperature
And resentment for the intensity of my anger
Suddenly, without realising I found myself standing up
So fascinated by the landscape
The breathtaking beauty and charm
This was magnificence and harmony which I had not found in any instance of my life
A cluster of white clouds and in just moments fantastic coloured
Were formed in red-dark and others were black and grey
Added to the sky was like a page, draped in lothario blue
Like a masterful painting, fine
Drawn by skilled artist
Which did not leave any room for error
Everyone was running down looking for a shelter to escape the heavy rain
I did not move a finger
Amused by the romance that took me to mazes of straying and day-dreams
And with each drop of water I felt recovery
As it was cleansing me from dirty days
At the peak of my happiness
I relaxed to the rhythms of memories which revived my soul
And made me see the world in its most beautiful
And in the most wonderful moments I lived
Sitting on the ruins of memories
Suddenly, I found myself shouting and swearing at a driver
Who drove his car through the water in front of me
So that water splashed full of dirt and filth
Spread over my body and my clothes
Marking the end of the dream and those moments
Only then I realised
Life does not give us all we wish for
Even in our dreams
Unless it wanted to
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