Symphony of the Colour Red

by Ali Znaidi

If you don’t like my words,

just throw me with tomatoes,

as simple as that.

Next time my blood will become redder,

and will fuse with my ink.

I will write words in a good way,

till the fragrance of the red apples’ speech

will fill in the air.

Then I think you will throw me with roses,

and put the red carpet under my feet.

Moon’s Cloth Embroidered with Poems

by Ali Znaidi

Tonight

I climbed the full moon

to make a wish—

a nocturnal wish.

I climbed the moon’s protruding lights

that were stitching a mesmerising lunar cloth

embroidered with poems.

“May the moon’s cloth

                     wipe the tears of the hopeless!”

Light and dream entwined

                     while climbing the full moon.