قصيدة أَيَعُودُ الأَحِبَّةُ؟
أَيَاْتِي يَوْمٌ يَا حَبِيبَتِي نَلْتَقِي وَتَتَقَابَلُ الْعُيُونُ وَتَتَحَدَّثُ النَّظَرَاتُ بِكَلَامِ الْعِتَابِ وَإِشَارَاتِ الْجُفُونِ؟
وَتَتَسَارَعُ الرُّوحُ إِلَي الرُّوحِ بِأَنْفَاسِ الْحَائِرِينَ وَتَتَعَانَقُ الْأَجْسَادُ بِالْعِشْقِ وَالْهَوَي لِلْعَاشِقَيْنِ.
وَنَلْتَقِي بِالْقُبُلَاتِ بِلَهْفَةٍ وَعُنْفٍ مُنْدَفِعِينَ وَالْأَحْضَانُ تَفِيضُ بِمَشَاعِرِ الشَّوْقِ مُنْهَمِرِينَ.
وَيَنْتَهِي الْفِرَاقُ الْمُثْقَلُ بِالْوِجْدَانِ لِلْمُغْرَمِينَ وَتَذُوبُ الْأَحَاسِيسُ بَعْدَ الْغِيَابِ الْقَاسِي الْمُهِينِ
وَتَتَحَرَّرُ الْأَشْوَاقُ لِلْحُرَّيَّةِ مِنْ الْقُيُودِ الْقَاتِلِينَ وَيَخْرُجُ الْقَلْبُ مِنْ أَبْوَابِ الْبُعْدِ الْمُؤْلِمِ الْحَزِينِ.
وَتَتَحَقَّقُ الْأَحْلَامُ وَالْأَمَانِي لِلصَّابِرِينَ وَنَسْتَرْجِعُ الْأَوْقَاتِ الْجَمِيلَةَ وَنَكُونُ لِقِصَّةِ حُبَّنَا عَائِدِينَ.
وَالْفُؤَادُ يَشْتَعِلُ ثَانِيًا بِالْحُبَّ وَالْحَنِينِ وَالشَّمْسُ تَشْرُقُ بِنُورِهَا فتَمْحُو عَتْمَةَ الظَّلاَمِ لِلْمُحِبَّينَ.
وَنُبْحِرُ فِي أَعْمَاقِ بَحْرِ ذِكْرَيَاتِ الْهَوَي لِلْمُشْتَاقِينَ وَالْجَوَارِحُ تَلْتَقِي بَعْدَ الْانْتِظَارِ الطَّوِيلِ اللَّعِينِ.
وَيَحْتَوِينَا يَقِينُ الْأَمَانِ وَنُصْبِحُ بِعِنَاقِ بَعْضِنَا سَاكِنِينَ وَيَنْتَهِي الاِشْتِيَاقُ وَالْجَفَاءُ بِالْأَيَّامِ الْقَادِمِينَ.
وَتَعُودُ لِلْحَيَاةِ السَّعَادَةُ بِأَلْوَانِهَا الرَّائِعِينَ كَمْ دَمَّرَنَا الْعِنَادُ وَأَرْهَقَنَا الْعَذَابُ وَصِرْنَا مَجْرُوحِينَ.
نَحْيَا كَالْمَوْتَي بِأَجْسَادِنَا فَقَطْ سَائِرِينَ وَشُعُورُ الْخِزْيِ بِدَاخِلِنَا يَهْدِمُنَا وَعَلَي الْبُعْدِ أَصْبَحْنَا نَادِمِينَ.
تَحَطَّمَتِ الْقُلُوبُ وَالذَّكْرَيَاتُ وَنَحْنُ الْخَاسِرِينَ أَنْهَيْنَا حُبّ الْعُمْرِ وَالسَّنِينَ وَالْآنَ إِنَّنَا مَهْزُومِينَ.
وائل حسنين
Poem: Will Loved Ones Return?
When will the day come, my love, when we meet and our eyes meet and our looks speak with words of reproach and the gestures of our eyelids?
The soul rushes to the soul with the breaths of the bewildered, and the bodies embrace with the love and passion of the lovers.
We meet with kisses with impulsive eagerness and violence, and hugs overflowing with overwhelming feelings of longing.
The separation that burdens the consciences of the two in love ends, and the feelings dissolve after the cruel and humiliating absence.
The longings for freedom are liberated from the chains of killers and the heart emerges from the gates of the painful and sad distance.
The dreams and wishes of those who are patient come true, and we return to the beautiful times and return to our love story.
And the heart burns again with love and longing, and the sun shines with its light, erasing the darkness for lovers.
And we sail into the depths of the sea of memories of longing and longing, and the raptors meet after the long, accursed wait.
We are surrounded by the certainty of safety, and we become calm in each other’s embrace, and longing and estrangement end in the coming days.
And happiness returns to life in its wonderful colors. How much stubbornness has destroyed us, how much torment has exhausted us, and how much we have become wounded.
We live like dead people, walking only with our bodies, and the feeling of shame inside us destroys us, and later on we become regretful.
Hearts and memories were shattered, and we are the losers. We ended the love of a lifetime and years, and now we are defeated.
Wael Hasaneen
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