Monthly Archives: September 2012

A wonderful poem written in Arabic by Tahani Shihab .. She kindly approved my translation to it that by no mean could faithly carry the full sentimet .. But I hav tried my best ….

TarekOfCairo

Stone ..

Warm me

Hug me ,

hold me tight

Let me hear you moan

……

I love to feel the warmth of your

shoulder against mine

Even if you think

I am just a stone …

TarekOfCairo

I am adding this comment in responce to my dear friend Robyn ..

I took this shot several weeks ago in Cairo. This was on the rooftop of a building in the old islamic city , it overlooked the whole area .. This was the end of one of the most amazing days of my life, a 12 hours , 5 miles walk ends in this spot with a midnight hot chocolate … Every thing was glowing … As for the photo … The idea of these ugly irrigular stones sitting there under this amazing lantin just looked wonderful to me .. and I didn’t get it first … everytime I pass by this photo in my collection it just wants to say something to me … Finally yesterday it yielded to me ( or I did to it) … I tweeked it a bit on my ipad and then here it is .. 

The day before a birthday …

 

Of all the raindrops
All the day lights
All the birthday gifts
and all the colorful boxes


Of All the smiles and
the love poems
Of all the hearty songs
and all the funny quotes


From all over the globe
and across all time zones
From deserts, plains, mountains and beaches…
From skyscrapers and roofless slums ..


Of all the cards in my mail ..
and the knocks on my heart..
The one I am really waiting for
Is not coming through …


And this is how I -helplessly- offend
nearly everyone I know in one go..
but still I remain gratefully thankful
To all of you  …

That I am sure …

TarekOfCairo

 Slam Shut the End ..

Its not about the noise that follows

from me or the door

When you slam shut the end

on my fingers …

 

Its all about fending the cocoon

From the invasion of my

love and the way

It haunts you and lingers

 

So, when it hurts

I work it out with a soothing paste

of a day or two we once shared

 

and I put a love woven gauze

lightly pressing where you dared..

 

and finally surrender to a lonely bed

with love I never once spared

 TarekOfCairo

Rescue mission …

 

My soul” …

Pretty Words driven by a hurricane

Carried me from the hiding place

on the rooftop of my pain

I guess its time to feel it on the face

the tiny slamming hands of the rain

But it still felt redeeming

being saved again ..

 

TarekOfCairo

Nothing to add to these wonderful words ….

THROUGH THE HEALING LENS

~~

 Uplift me
Today

 Beside you
I’ll stay

~~

Loving strength
You extend

Broken pieces
We’ll mend

~~

Despite dares
That we face

Conjoined faith
We embrace

~~

Roots of passion
Persist

Amongst perilous
Twists;

~~

So

Together
We
Soar

~~

Bound as
One

Evermore.
~

©Robyn Lee

To all of my wonderful blog friends,

I dedicate this post to all of you who have been my ‘uplifters’ over these past several months. I have been deeply moved by  your collective love and support with regard to both, my ongoing medical challenges, and my creative journey through blogging. The friends I’ve made here are some of the kindest and most generous and genuine people I’ve known. You have all  touched my soul, and taught me so much. 

Currently, I am facing more difficult times physically, and will need to reduce my blogging schedule temporarily. I want to let everyone…

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Behind my mirror ..

 

Behind this mirror

in my room, is your hiding place

I know,

when I look to my eyes

I am really seeing you ..

 

I know the names of your tears

coz I shed them with you

and I know when you

are laughing and smiling

coz my lips are brimful too

 

Do you feel me

I am just few inches or nearer

Believe me I feel your warmth

in me when I yearn and

touch the coldness of this mirror

 

 

I know you hear me

when I talk to you .. all the time ..

and when I miss your voice

I put my ear and heed

and I can hear you .. talk and rhyme ..

 

And I can always write to you

When all I have to do

is fog the mirror

and draw a heart

that I can see you .. through ..

 

and I know .. down deep in my sole

– and my mirror knows it too-

that you love me

Coz I love you

a million times more ..

 

TarekOfCairo

Freedom … By ” The Moon” ..

Very rarely I reblog here , for he simple reason that this is my hreat and mind … and as much as I admire , love and learn from my fellow blogger’s creative works , as much I would like to keep this place as me as possible … But , every now and then a photo , a poem or even a word becomes part of me no matter how much I resist it … And I am forced to share it with you … Because love is worth sharing even if it is not yours …

My dear Moon sneaked somehow into myself and took or seeded these lovely words ..

 I bleed LOVE , And so  the Word shall live

 

http://amoonfull.wordpress.com/2012/09/04/freedom/

 

Exit through the revolving door …

 

Paused

with wispy click

somewhere between an in and exhale

and I reckon you suppose ..

This time ..again.. that you can still

rewind and cope

 

I wish I had your keys of

Undo

delete

Restart

or Reset

 

But I am just a jailbird of the pause

Red suit , a number , a cell

a squeaky door

a tiny window

and a sign of

Exit  …….. well lit

 

But who sees ?

Or believes

What the sign

Suggests…

 

So once more

Predictably like a revolving door ..

The useless limbs and the careless dreams

pile in the dismal corner

Of defeat..

Waiting for a call

– I detest –

to rest ..

 

TarekOfCairo