KeysEndo MaErey MeArey ከይስእንዶ ማዕረይ ማዓረይ

Elfnesh

I hope and pray that someday I will be blessed to marry a woman who will bear us a daughter who will in turn resemble fraction of you. I have heard of angels, but I have never seen them smile, walk or talk. I just know you Elf.nesh, the definition of humility, with a heart that of an innocent child. The closer I am to you, the joyous I am on this Earth. Your caressing fingertips reinvigorate life; your presence conquers the peace, you live love not in words but in silence.

Your beaming pupils emit grace & dignity with care and affection /
Your faith inscribed between those perfectly patterned wrinkles /
Your joy in abundance, always over flowing, smiles reflected from your infectious enamel teeth to gift it to the starving world /
Your love, your love is an addictive warm sensation of an oasis reservoir that flows through your calluses hands.

እልፍነሽ

የንጋቱን ፀዳል ቀድሞ - ኑሮ ሲፋለመኝ
የማይነጠቅ ነጥቆ - ራቆቴን ሲለቀኝ

ብሌኖችሽን ሳይ - ጨለማው ጭልጥ አለ
ጥርሶችሽን ስመለከት - ፈገግታ ተረገዘ ፤ ሳቅም ገነፈለ

ትንፋስሽን ሳዳምጥ - ነገን ኣስተማረኝ
ጣቶችሽ ሲዳብሱኝ - ሂወት ዘሩልኝ

እልፍነሽ - እልፍፍፍፍፍ-ነሽ!
የደስታዬን ተካፋይ - የፍቅር ፏፏቴ
ቀና ብለሽ እስክታዪኝ -ይሄው አደግኩልሽ
ፍቅርን ያስተማርሽኝ - ኣብሮ ኣደግ ፤ ሁለተኛ እናቴ።

እወ ዓብየልኪ

ወዮ ዕሸል ነይረ - ግርም ሎሚ ነዊሐኪ
ዓይኒ ዓይነይ - ብፍሽኽታ ኣንቃዕሪርኪ
የመና ደኒቁኪ - መስኖይ ተሓጒስኪ

ወዮ ዕሸል ነይረ - ድጋም ኢለ ግማሽ
በፂሐዮ ጣይታ - ብሩኽ ኢድ እልፍነሽ

ክንዲ ኣደይ ክንዲ ሓፍተይ
ክንዲ ኹሉ ዓባዬይ ማሓዛይ።

- Daniel

Title This Poem

Help me title this poem. Being young and energetic has its own challenges. Have you been out in the nightlife just going along with your peers and the flow of the moment. Try to observe the motive and the relentless effort of people trying to capitalize on fleeting moments of opportunity. Pursuing to impress one another to win a genuine glimpse of interest from others in order to fill-in some internal void. Life is always on a constant motion and we orbit along with it. Fortunately and unfortunately, it is hard for us to realize the speed and the direction of the motion; unless of course you take yourself out of the flow and attempt to see the motion from a corner of an outside perspective. We are all linked to each other and to the circumstances that define the moment and ultimately define us. So it is indeed hard to detach from the life you live, and look at things from an outside point of view. However, sometimes whether by choice or by accident we are able to see things, and feel we have a good sense of the world in front of us. The word we ourselves actually live in.

Thus far I have not been able to come up with a fitting title for this 4:30 am Tigrigna poem of mine. I did consider titling it void, E'mqotn rHqetn (ዕምቆትን ርሕቀትን) as well as Haftn S'Enetn (ሃፍትን ስእነትን), but still I feel none of these are quite fitting. So what would you title it?

Cheers,
Daniel

Aya (ኣያ)