Ecstasy… Thought… And Blues

Despite refraction, extinction, and revolution, estrangement was the only solution to the restoration of the self-inflicted trauma. America was the place where these thoughts were born with all their contradictions, where feelings are written sometimes in a sad sense, portraying the state of grief dominating the heartbeat of the oppressed. Followed by a longing to see the impossible. Sometimes the mind is evoked to write thoughts fabricated in the colors of passion and grief. That’s how my thoughts were formed, and I cannot forget the diversity of environment that made all my writings in that estrangement period, either the writings I published in this book as thoughts and ideas, or which will be published in an upcoming novel. The brightly colored autumn before and after the fall of the leaves, the freezing snow, the greenness of the spring, and the warmth of the summer on the banks of the lakes and rivers, all had a role in shaping the features of the grief on the portraits of my words and views with colors in a way that gives the pain a delicious taste, like imaging the emotional revelation in the best moments of a lover which reflects the shiver for the chosen estrangement with the symphony of wailing. It turns the tears to the poems of love and lamentations to heal with them whenever they are about to melt by coercion of their sorrows or by the sentimental deviation that refuses to give up the beauty of its pulse despite the cruelty of fate.

Blossomed With Love

I need you

The number of my breath

The number of my eyes' blinks 

I need you

I'm helpless without you

You are my safety and strength

You are those cheers I chant in my loneliness

I say your name in my prayers

I seek refuge in your sanctuary when I fear from myself

Your proximity is my reassurance

Your proximity is my calmness

I love to live with you and for you

And I know I'll find you when I'm looking for you

I know you'll be with me when I need you

I know when I want to come to you, I will reach you.

And The Traditions Took You From Me

Do you know the tragedy of patience for those whom you give the most wonderful life and they give you wreaths of pain in the disguise of roses? Do you know that they are the pain that afflicts the soul, and a pain that hurts the heart? Such people do not deserve to remain in our days, they deserve to be kept away from us, away from our pure hearts.

They Were Sewed

He abandoned all poetry laws And broke the rules and screamed, He screamed more… And he moved like a drunk, whose deep words are like a perfect symphony.

I Was One Day

What the book covers is nothing but a simple recording of some of the feelings and sensations that we experience... It is only part of what hearts tremble with when love visits them with all its dreams and torments... when they are overwhelmed by longing and nostalgia, and are ravaged by betrayal and disappointment, so that hatred is born from the womb of love, to begin a poetic epic. To go beyond the pictures this book paints.

All Pleasures

The sequence of my thoughts, and the composition of the lines of my poems, may seem strange. You will find chaos, order, courtship, admonition, bright light and darkness. The book (All Pleasures) is a poetic magazine, so I hope to get approval from the readers, and I have offered every lover the best medicine.

Us As Eagles

This book is about self-exploration and freedom seeking.

Or soul healing. 

I wrote what I felt, what I saw, and what I imagined during my past life trips, from the love and relationships to the homesick, from self-love to setting the mind free...

Unfinished: Love

We dreamt together

Walked around the lanes of London

We flew to Swiss together

Used to be our heaven

We loved Paris

Our relation started with a conversation about the city of love

We dreamt of many cities

altogether ..

We settled in Colorado

our dream home

But, at the end

We had two different final destinations

We are far away from each other

Our dreams never came true!

Twenty Old Summers

"It will all go downhill once you hit the twenty bar, you'll see," the prophecy said.

Inside this collection lay the tribulations of a soon-to-be twenty-year-old, on her

Utopian quest to fight off ticking clocks and clicking locks.

Twenty slam poems and ten essays of emotional highs and lows.

Twenty Five

This is a collection of poems written as a response towards the incidents that transpired in the span of 11 months which were a transition point for me.

These 11 months shaped my thoughts, my beliefs and tested my sanity in different ways. The poems were written at the airport stairs, where endless thoughts have fallen.

The Spider Web

A fertile space for the imagination

Between abortive romances, disappointment vs. hope, and past vs. present, The Spider Web taps on your experiences and inspires you to live your way; either get stuck in the spider web or cut your way through it.

The Repertoire Of Being

The Repertoire of Being is Maryam A. Wajdi’s debut poetry anthology, depicting her perspective on life and her encounters with others through an everchanging lens from the eyes of a child to a young woman. The poems are divided into sections, Kin and Childhood Memories, Love and Its Many Forms and Stories Stemmed from Other Stories, where themes of love, nostalgia, mysticism and aesthetics are recurrent throughout. Wajdi’s use of colors, imagery, and fictional personas create an imaginary dimension, delivering readers into the depth of her thoughts and darkest emotions. This collection paints visually and auditorily stimulating pieces of Wajdi’s innermost vulnerabilities and experiences with love, life and loss.