The Secret Glade

On the path that she was randomly and aimlessly taking down the green hills and in between the blue and white hyacinths there was a river. She stood there in the middle of the glade which was located somewhere she was not familiar with, her eyes tried to encompass everything as she gasped; the kind of gasp that is only heard before such splendid beauty that even the thoughts in your mind would stop to admire. And somewhere in the middle of all the colors, there were the pinks of dawn, so rich in color it almost stained her white dress.

On her skin were patches, they were not visible to the eyes but they were deeply, disturbingly felt, like poison. She held her hair as if a ponytail and swayed her left foot on the surface of the river

“What was that making the river so luminous, so alive?” She did not understand, as the sun was not visible yet. Nothing was flowing along with the river, there absolute silence besides her breath and the waterfall.

The water was a bit cold, but not cold enough to make her think twice about testing the waters further. She kneeled down to clutch the bottom of her dress in both of her hands so she would dip her legs fully inside. And as she did, the patch on her upper right leg detached from her skin and immediately dissolved into nothing in the water, and a tingling feeling of relief ran through her veins. Without thinking twice, she dipped both of her legs and drenched her body in water, and it was as if the water kept reducing the weight of something she carried for long. She looked up at the sky and thought she must have spent at least six hours here, but could the same thing that was making the river glow, make time as weightless as a feather?

She opened her eyes and it was 3 a.m and something was different; there wasn’t a hint of a patch left on her skin.

But where is the river? And where is the secret glade ?

© 2015 ALIA SULTAN

Countdown

He’s in his grave it’s
Peaceful and silent
It’s not as scary as they
Told him it would be

He’s 77 and he
Wonders if her
soul is what’s
making the stars
shine as he
sheds his tears

He’s 60 and he’s
Right there beside her
Gazing into her beautiful
Face which seems unmoved
By time to him, she wakes up
And smiles to him, embraces
Him and tells him she loves him

He’s 55 and this is
when he decides he
doesn’t want to
work anymore because
he wants to have more of those
minutes of admiring existence
with his wife so he bought her
a bracelet with the word “explore”
engraved on it and they ran
off to see the world

He’s 42 and he’s
perfectly happy with his
job because now he
understands that
money is important, yes
but it is not all valuable
possessions a man can have
and he is one of the
most successful men
in the region
so he wakes up every morning
with less pressure
because he is everything
he dreamed he would be

He’s 30 and he
can’t believe there
is someone as beautiful
As her face as he rests
Silent before the beauty
of her eyes and the
full moon in the sky
“I’m going to marry her”
He thinks to himself

He’s 26 and he’s
Surrounded with
The most beautiful people
But he’s wondering
if he will ever
find a stable and successful
job and if he’d
ever find a woman who’d
make his heart beat

He’s 12 and he’s
one of those kids who
are afraid of the future
and are puzzled with
life but were moved
with a tremendous
force that kept
pushing them around to
understand all that
will ever be

He’s 2 now and he
just saw his mom
shedding tears of
happiness for the
first time after his
first unclear words of
“I love you” and he’s
Grinning with his
Tiny teeth

He’s in his mother’s
womb now and it’s
peaceful and silent
it’s not as scary as they
told him it would be

 

© 2014 ALIA SULTAN

12 a.m – 6 a.m

Every one was busy outside
and every thing was happening
In this hour of darkness in the city

It was drizzling outside
Almost full moon
And they were alone
on a couch
leather boots off
She was in his hoodie

It felt like there’s a pianist in a corner
flowery gardens beneath their feet
And constellations dancing in the ceiling

 

© 2014 ALIA SULTAN

My Earth

Leave your doubts behind
And follow my steps

I don’t know where I’m going
But I heard it’s safe

They said you should
leave everything behind
Just carry a compass in your pocket
the rainy nights you admired
and an adventurous heart

Because you see
we are going to a land
inhabited by nonsense
and governed by the stars

Close your eyes
I’ll take you there

© 2014 ALIA SULTAN