Monthly Archives: July 2012
Ants I know are tiny and creepy
Yesterday,they invaded my life
Crawling next, over and under me
And this is a true horror story
I woke up on what felt
Iike noise .. but it was not..
I couldnt see until next to it I knelt
And here it was my poor half nut …
Ants are munching my half cashew
Fifty of these bustards or so
Flocks of hairy bare feet came through
Some walking and some even flew
I am not so clear,
What triggered the lunacy in me
Frenzy outburst and I could hear
Screams and shouts of a deadly spree
Poor ants squashed by my giant feet
Frantically chasing them like my enemies
I must have crushed some black heads
Gutted some, and some managed to flee
Next morning ..
I looked down to where I left the scene
Unease swept me of my feet
fathers, mothers and aunts of ants ,
I must have flushed also a queen..
Flushed away dismembered ants and half cashew ,
I could see, with no more ants on nuts to chew,
So triumphant and full of glee ..
the only debris left was me …
Why is destiny so mixed up and melancholic ? !!
Why does it drop cards every time a shuffle is due ? !!
And why is the shuffle anyway ? !! …
Have you lost a card or two ? Do you feel the loss like me ? ..
Angry, I can’t tell for sure
Is it the driver, the seat or the road ?
Is it the signs that are never right?
Blaming all , but you .? Do you feel the loss like me ? ..
I am going nowhere except here..
Here is never reaching there!!
And there is even more distant and vague..
There was meant to share .. Do you feel the loss like me ? ..
I see the map and it is easy..
Was it the map ? …
All the time … Was it the map ? …
Why do you set me a trap? .. Do you feel the loss like me ? ..
The speed is certainly an issue…
The roller coaster is aimlessly going to no where
Yet the excitement is all over the place
And for that, you have to pay, dear.. Do you feel the loss like me ? ..
I am dazed and drained…
And I hate the play of the giddy mind , the mirage
The sickness that come from standing .. Alone
And they call it motion sickness.. Do you feel the loss like me ?
He told me what could happen in a blink of an eye
Surprised, though I could understand why..
A question hanging with so thin thread
Should certainly snap , fall and all
I pulled a breath and gave a long warm sigh
Now I could fathom and pull an answer
All the things .. In blink of an eye..
All the things .. In a blink of an eye..
A frog catching a fly ..
Lightening or alike of a hunch ..
can I lie ..
Falling in love .. Fall for the charm once and twice
or get dumped , again, once and twice maybe thrice
I can skip a heart beat or god forbid die…
In the same blink of an eye ..
i can punch you and start a fight ..
From in fact .. No way …
Could anything really happen in a blink
Seeded in the dark shadow of the mind
Like your well having a drill or exercise..
Put him infront , to the back ,then to the side
In a whim you can die or let undie
He fell like a log with a dull thud
When I gave it to him … Hard
Surely thing can happen in a blink of an eye..
The furnishings of Cairo’s mosques, especially during the Mamluk period, were decorated with intricately constructed polygons and strapwork. Most often, the polygons were of wood, either carved or inlaid with ivory or colored woods. In this particular door (Wood (rosewood and mulberry) it was made of copper / bronze . These doors exhibit a great variety of patterns, most of which are also found in other media, such as stone carvings, marble mosaics, and stucco window grilles. The accurate cutting required to make such patterned objects is remarkable, since every piece affects the whole.
Zoom in -please – see the missing piece and look how each piece was perfectly nailed in the wood to make the forms. Just recessing the door few inches adds to its beauty.