Withdrawal Symptoms ( Arabic Love Poems)

Withdrawal Symptoms ( Arabic Love Poems) long poem

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Before going ,
the despair
suffocates our love
and pumps
depression doses
in kisses
In our addiction
We lived together
the brightest eras of love
The addict lovesick
was attacked by infection
After the end of love
I gave up addiction
and found
withdrawal symptoms
in your eyes
Our love lives
in the earth
and our dreams
hanged over the clouds
We resounded
by the depth of the difference
in our words
As a result of bathos’ severity,
we beg the absence
The autocracy of blind jealousy
imprisons our love
and close
thousand of doors
in face of love
We were punishing
ourselves
and throwing
the matchsticks
on the gasoline
I wonder ,
if we escaped
with this love
from atmosphere
of the punishment
As usual ,
we smash each other…
Old habits die hard
and occupy mood
We walk reluctantly
to the threshold
of our meeting
and we gain nothing
but torture
In the silence of life ,
our affection was due to
regular attendance
Now our love becomes
an enrollment love
Epoch of innocence
, in our story ,
was ended
I felt alienated in hugs
after loss
How we walk in
the sorrows of our way
between the fogs
Our love maps
extended from Mokattam hills
to Rehab city
We lost the way
because the warmth
abandons our hugs
The guys of the city of love
are the only ones
who know its alleys
I sat in the cafe
In front of you
After we were as lovers
We became like friends
You asked for a chocolate drink
And I got enough with a coffee
I began to tell you
the stored reproof
then You broke
what in between
the hearts
Before
the words death
you turned your face
away
, finished your drink
and threw the half cost
upon my newspaper
I touched your cheek
so , you ran away
May be
you were crying
because of me
May be
you were working
to adjust your hijab
at the mirror room
A mirage causes me
the deception
What among us
resembles a stone of salt
in my memory
that melted
To the Woman that I die
in staying away from her
come back to me
Do we go back to the rationality
and do the right thing
Once
come back to me
and our love will grow up
After the return ,
And you earn
the reward
of our return
I wonder ,
how we celebrated
with our end
how we can not
think
about the closeness
how our gaze was ended
while , we have
what has been scrumptious from love
and blessing
I am still
waiting for the answer

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V.MUTHU MANICKAM
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Fine. A chase of love. Emotions raise. Well expressed. Original has to be more tempting. Thanks.

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