Maktub…

2759904631_3a2204901a_oPhoto: Celso Flores

No heaven without pain…

No pain without love…

No love without God.

No us. No-one.

Maktub*.

Your sun is our rain

No rainbow, just the flame

which burns with every tear

your rest and our peace…

Maktub.

Unspoken questions, silent feelings

trembling hearts and sorrows…

Deserted roses, million colours

faded away in black holes…

Maktub.

Heal us, oh memory

your smiles, your kindness are our need

to soothe the storm and plant the seeds

of future smiles and dreams.

Maktub!

My clumsy poetry dedicated to my dear grandmother who is watching us from heaven… Inspired by Paulo Coelho’s book The Alchemist

* “Maktub” the merchant said, finally.
“What does that mean?”
“You would have to have been born an Arab to understand,” he answered. “But in your language it would be something like ‘It is written.”
The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho
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