Hadi Atallah

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Sailing through the Arabian Sea with a tad little patience and deep passion for writing. My mollusc mystique and my quill raging. My pen is my compass. Be welcome!

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  • Higher Observation With Law

    This does not endanger

    The ease and

    Peace of mind

    And once

    It has been so.

    What a wasteful method.

    It would be a shame

    If the governing law

    Would destroy us.

    And the beautiful babies

    And the others to come

    This was expected.

    Rash?

    Unmarried?

    Irresponsible?

    …The law only keeps its share of the profits anyway.

    Be you but a breath, you can never hide

  • Stout, Slow & A Little Kind

    You can be stout and slow,
    With eyes that twinkle in friendship.
    The kind who calls out “Good morning!”
    And in the midst of a laugh,
    Makes us remember flowers.

    You can hum under your breath,
    Roll a coin back and forth over your knuckles.
    Make it spin and catch the light.

    The point isn’t to feel great.
    The point is to be great.

    Let the quiet gestures speak.
    Let small joys mark the day.
    Because greatness isn’t loud,
    It’s steady, kind, and unmistakably present.

  • Careless or Guided

    How can we know what is fair?

    Is he careless or guided?

    He is true…

    …He also hums to himself and peers through windows.

  • Cosmogony and Light

    I raised a blade

    Like a stranger

    Coming with argument and authority

    But no gunpowder

    To back up both

    He winking and glimmering

    His doors 

    Stood open to the morning

    Watching his own performance

    With mechanical fingers

    Good morning, my friend, He said.

    And then, He held his breath.

    My neighbors held their breath.

    As if never to be heard of

    I was frozen in time.

    “What offends you most, my Father?”

    I asked.

    It was known in the early morning.

    “And do not include me.”

    I said dryly.

    But suppose I have

    Suppose I have arranged it before?

    Are you not disciplined for failure?

    Some may argue…

    But you are destined to succeed.

    And what offends me the most

    Is looking into the darkness

    While your mouths are opened with terror

    That is why I let you sleep a little

    Silently beside Me

    …There always was an excitement in the hunt.

    For a second I was black in the doorway

  • The Moon That Lost its Orbit

    God’s against him

    Roast little baby

    Don’t you cry

    He could see dream forms

    Poison not receding

    Empty from the laughter inside

    Graying, aging

    Old skin and lethargic eyes

    A thin dog came to him

    It carried the melody

    Melody of evil

    A curious effect on his skin

    Why is this other poor man

    So suddenly lucky

    In this town, in his little office

    This man’s a lucent pearl now

    With courage and imagination

    Writing of the greatest talents

    …Will there be improvement when pitting ignorance against certain love?