By Zeina Bazarbachi | Junior Editor
What lies beyond infinity?
Does everything happen by serendipity?
I look around, where is this said divinity?
I look around,
واری نفسي
I look around,
ولا اری غيري
I look around, and all I see,
is this puddle beneath me
But I am not a puddle
I am not a lake
I am nothing
I am nothing but everything
I am kind, I am mean
I am loving, I am deceiving
I am hoping, I am longing
I am
But I’m not
I am a body
no, my body is only a vessel for this soul in me
I like this
I hate this
I see it all, but I am blind
I whisper to the wind,
but it doesn’t reply with words
It slaps me in the face
waking me up
The word is bigger, stronger, mightier,
The word is divine in itself
There is divinity everywhere.
Perhaps there is some divinity in me
There is certainly divinity in you,
At least, that’s what I used to think when I was in love with you
To answer my questions,
meeting you was serendipity,
loving you was serendipity,
but getting over you was not.
beyond infinity, lies only love
love, that you never knew how to give
Love, that I’ll never give you again.