Two Poems by Sabahudin Hadzialic

Reality Filmed

Dismal image
of my own imprint in time
that's real
inside the vision that--isn't
is desperately in search for
Her!

. . .

Queen Elizabeth,
Catherine, Nikolajevna,
Princess Diana,
Fatima
Disappear in front of the eyes
of wild hordes.

. . .

I remain alone
trembling with trepidation
trying to figure out
what is it that they want.

. . .

Virtual reality of a surreal film-world
is nothing more than
a treacherous impersonation of a real world
that deceives me
a Servile Servant!

. . .

She's gone!
Will she ever come back?
The question is swept by the wind.

. . .

I'll wait for the storm to calm
and try to catch the mistral wind to find a cove,
and search for the place where I met her.
Barefoot and naked.
Back in the day.
On the stage!



Strange Dream

Hands buried in sand
Deep

. . .

Blood stained hands.
Both.

. . .

I try to reach the bottom of the sand pit
digging deep,
feeling pain.

. . .

Two blue eyes
deep dive
towards you.

Blood shot eyes.
Both.

Carried on the wave of desperate tears,
I try to catch a glimpse of you,
however
you disappeared behind the horizon.

. . .

Alas!


You drew near, furtively
and embraced
the World!