A SYMPHONY OF DECEPTION

A SYMPHONY OF DECEPTION

By Mahmoud Said Kawash

 

The exhausted tears announce the moment of the birth 0f a new day

The moon sends grains of light on the cusp of life

The drops of dew wither on a carpet of mist

All corners of life are immersed in waves playing a melody of stillness

A false painting of a painful reality reflects on it

Waiting for a waterfall of the sun setting behind the evening masks

To shine with the rising of sun at dawn

In order to announce the end of the masquerade ball

And the beginning of the time for the emergence of those fatal features

Which are always hidden by the masks in a quiet dance played by the night light

On a never-ending symphony of deceit

Piercing glances glitter like grains of snow on a dark road

To keep up the falsehood in dancing to regular rhythms

So people are deluded that it resembles the beautiful face of honesty

And the soul is deluded with the purity of the glass

The calmness of those tones is nothing but the crying of a soul

Its blood splattered in the footsteps of dreams

Confused clouds are painted on its walls

And winter rituals fell like the autumn rain

Tears and muffled groans were wandering among them

Behind a voice that never tires of singing

Dreamy singing crumbles the hardest rocks

I wish it was a wave coming from afar to destroy the bell of that cursed abyss

To make my soul cry out and collect its scattered blood drops

Perhaps it will live again as the penguin lives!