“A Glympse”  PP De-Aanand  Jenayah Hela Tekali featured

“A Glympse”  PP De-Aanand  Jenayah Hela Tekali featured

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With an eye patched, i reflect a poet’s thought…transgressing  his many writings… blading threading weaving one by one, every word phrase verse paragraph, until the silhouette of his absolute soul existence crystalizes… and see the multi-faceted brilliance of his works in its perfect purity! __all poets are my lovers [males /females], they are not to be meagre seeds, but rather some spring sprouts clamouring their vines to reach an endless end; i have a need to hear not only his tickling ink voices, but also to chew the “unreal”, the intractable… i need to be dragged to utterance than into analysis; i need to be bolted dazed into a paralytic plane… when i meet a person, i catch his eyes… read what it says, dissect its movements, imprison its thoughts, dig deeper into its structural despot_thereby, my imagination starts to paint sculpt draw a discursive portrait! _ade c.

How a poet create his Poetry

All poets without doubt have that lapsing moment when she/he enters that state of consciousness beyond the usual sensitivity of humanity and as if a powerful enigma has taken over her thoughts and start to tread some pathways so completely different from the earthy scenes and consciousness… a poet’s divine blessing.


an explosion of shooting stars

crush my soul

my weightless  body lay flat  

on an Arabian carpet

afloat the dancing clouds

and i start to tip-toe like a ballerina, 

gracing like swan

to my great amazement

the whole universe starts to revolve!

by: ade caparas manilah 2018 sydney nsw australia

 

Jenayah Hela Tekali ( Tunisia)

Jenayah Hela Tekali, a mystical poet from Tunisia, the nestled nature of which draws her to this lapses  of moments, endowing her the divine whispers of spiritual mysticism.   This sovereign state in Northwest Africa, its  northernmost point, Cape Angela, is the northernmost point on the African continent… bordered by Algeria to the west and southwest, Libya to the southeast, and the Mediterranean Sea to the north and east… enchanting nature!!! She was born in Notre dame, Tunis, married and have 3 daughters … a Suni Muslim __at age 11, she has been writing poetry in French… must have followed the footsteps of her patriarchal granduncle, who was a poet too, and whose writings resembled Baudelaire’s style, but then she shelved the leanings until she has touched her 39th birthday… when she resumed back to her writing 4 yrs ago.

“ Life is a dream we have to realize…  we can control our life as long as we keep ourselves stubborn, tough, tied to our objectives; ambition and self-confidence are the true essence to achieve it. I write because I am broken and misunderstood; to relieve myself from the burden of life; I bleed to fill the paper with tender and delicate words, whispers from my Beloved to share my passion of Mysticism with the whole world.”

THERE IS A VOICE

There is a voice That whispers In my ears

Pulling me Away from

The erupted Volcanoes

That battered My soul

With weird Fear. 

There is A voice

That knocks M’y door

Warning my heart

From Sudden Blocks

And my Mind From Intense Shocks. 

I will Listen To that voice From within

To guide My path In between The door, 

And My ears Through The gate Unseen. 

Not let My heart And soul again

Squeezed by The confusing Tornadoes Of sin. 

Jenayah Hela Spiritual Poetry 08/07/15

Hela Jenayah Tekali, is an English teacher at the Faculty of Sciences of the University of Tunis, Tunisia…”I believe that Spirituality is the essence of human life. There can’t be a real, genuine and transparent vision of truth without a glimpse of Spirituality in our daily life and thereby, there is nothing wiser in the world than to be endowed with spiritual wisdom. Spirituality is the Mystical face of religion…. Spirituality is the Mirror that reflects divine vision. The soul is the essence of our existence. The human body is a mask, a mere Simulacrum. It is the soul that heals, enlightens our instinct and endows our desperate heart with energy, faith and light. A soulless human being is like a beast wondering in a wild desert, (a soulless human being must be already a dead  flesh, nonliving) unable to control its deep impulses, manipulates its uncontrollable desires, its intense ecstasy and its unmanageable lust after the material world.”  Through her poetry  i could sense the Tunisian culture, the religious trait, and the blending of aesthetic flair from the co-existent passionate life expression  of its people, in joy in sadness, she recently published three books:

Halos of Light published in June 2015

The Quest Of Love published in June 2017

The Soaring of my Soul in February 2018.

Here is a mystical poetry, a song-poem, a praise and worship lines to the Divine Power, where the beats and rhythm sculpted the alchemic hymns… she says, “honestly i have always written about my own experience with God rather than Learning about that.” 

#1 Flute

Give me thy flute
Let me play with thy soul
A strange music
That resonates with thy beats
Thy sky is infinite
Stars are your humming notes 
Just remain silent
While my soul plays its cosmic rhymes 
Everything lies in my heart
It reveals its magic through my flute 
There is no end to our love
Holding your poetry temple
Are you listening thou Lord
To my mystic flute blossoming like a flower 
Give me they grace
to build my Seven seas
Give me thy rays 
To play with flash of light 
Give me thy beams
To dance with thy moon
It is the alchemy of Love
Performed by my mystic flute
Let me compose my music
To keep pace with the harmony of the soul. by Hela Tekali

 

#2 “Mystic Universe”
 
I have visited all places
But none to my taste
I made many encounters
Been to the temples of inspiration
But yours is the best
To eat the food of wisdom
I wandered in the deserts of loneliness,
Like a lost pilgrim looking
Desperately for the light
Then you hold my hand and take me to the Valleys of hope
There I learn the essence of love
And dwell in the mirage of eternity
Above the skies my soul flew
To purge its melancholy
And tranquil its saddened grief
I bathed in your sacred river
And wore the garments of love
And saw the mystic face of desire
You lit the candle of my burning heart
I saw the glittering passion with eyes of my soul
The Moon illuminated the concealed curtain of my heart.
Light of love rose from the bosom of my blooming soul
From the breast of the sleepy universe
Angels intimately appear in the clear moon light;
Dancing joyfully under the chorus of clouds while as lovers we breathe and merge into the oneness of the clear-sighted, mystic universe.
 
 
Jenayah Hela Tekali
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