الشاعر: علي المولى

لا أستثنيكِ ..
من كلِّ جُرحٍ في روحي
لا أستثنيكِ ..
يا من حَبكتِ لي عُقَدي ..
أمري ليسَ يَعنيكِ 
وكم ضرَّني .. ما صنعتِ في نفسي
أنتِ وكلُّ ما فيكِ
ابتليت قلبي بإعاقةٍ
عسى اللّهُ بما بليتِني يُبليكِ
ما عاد نبضي يَعزِفُ لحنَ الهوى
بل يبحثُ عن بر فيهِ يُرسيك
وصارتْ مشاعري للسَّائحينَ فقطْ
وانتهتْ وطناً لطالما كانَ يؤويكِ
وعمقي .. لا يستوعبُ لاجئاً آخر
شُلَّتْ يَدُهُ الّتي من أيّ سوءٍ تحميكِ..
لا هجرَكِ أنتِ مشكلتي
ما دامَ الهجرُ يُرضيكِ

Post~Love

“I feel liberated. I am, now and forever, post-love. And, as such, I’m free to pursue a life of meaning.”

That was an Elementary 2×03 quote
Sherlock said it to Watson when he was asked about his feelings after his love for Moriarty has ended.

For a year or so I thought that what happened to me, and that's for the best for both me and Ahmed. I know now that is simple lying cause you can't find a connection, a real deep one and just ignore it and simply thinking that it was a time and finished.

I crave for that soul touching, that absolute exposure of mind and thought. You imprinted on every aspect of my life.
I write to you though you would never read it. I blocked you hoping you would find a way to reach out to me, but you didn't or I didn't get your msgs. I hope and hope, though I know I will crash to my death.
For now I lie and say:

“I feel liberated. I am, now and forever, post-love. And, as such, I’m free to pursue a life of meaning.”