ASMA O. MEJDI

ASMA O. MEJDI

E N I G M A

You came like a firestorm,

with flaming eyes

and a fervid soul.

Surprise , surprise,

there’s more to me than meets the eye.

~

Try not to know me for I’ve suffered enough.

Alamort, I’ve given up on myself.

Feast not your eyes on what you see,

alas,

it’s but a disguise

hiding the enigma I am inside.

~

And I, indecipherable being, enamored of the moon,

rain in June, and cloudy afternoons,

bear now this stigma of being unfathomable,

and live in a misery so

abysmal.

~

It’s so cold

in my benumbing loneliness.

Should you find the right ingress,

we will both pass this test.

~

Love me not, yet.

Decipher me first.

I am encrypted pieces of all

what’s found and lost.

~

Don’t wonder

at

my petrous heart.

I’ve bolts for bones,

and for heartbeats

thunder.

Decipher me first,

and love me

after...

'BROKEN' IS NOT A SIN

Let me in.

Let me show you ‘broken’

is not a sin.

~

Let me tear my flesh and

my bones bind

to whelve your precious smithereens.

~

Let me love all those hidden parts

you love to hate and

doom to dust, to oblivion.

~

Let me crack you open and

free your filipendulous heart

from its meshy dungeon.

~

Let me unshell you

burn all your masks and

stoke that torpid fire within.

~

Let me kiss your eyes,

inside them paint sunrise,

and  plant eternal spring.

~

Let me in my veins

collect your pearly tears and

give them back to the ocean.

~

Let your storm feed on mine.

Let’s dance, coalesce and spin

out of pain, out of reason.

~

Let me tell you O’ beautiful broken

how iridescent you are

now that light is seeping out and seeping in.

SURVIVAL TATTOOS

I knew it

since I first laid eyes on you.

I just knew

and saw it

the rebel,

the warrior

in you.

Hands marred.

Blades jagged.

Face scarred.

And yet, I knew

of your soul

the tender niveous

behemoth,

a boniform of virtue.

I just knew

there was so much more to you

than have all those life battles

left of you.

You survived, I knew

all your nightmares

and bravely stifled

your demons’

ballyhoo.

I knew

how hard an ado

had you –

had to withstand

all storms with

pride

rectitude

and sinew.

You could see through me

the way I could see through you

beyond all

our hideous

yet so beautiful

survival tattoos.

THAT,

for sure

I knew.

ASMA O. MEJDI

ASMA O. MEJDI is a Tunisian ELT Head teacher, a poet, a bibliophile, a book-fancier, a logophile, a pluviophile, a wordsmithery aspirant and more…She started writing poetry and fiction two years ago when she discovered that her obsession with words is greater than her fear to write. She’s currently planning to take up postgraduate study.