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 ….
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 …
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 ..
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 …
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
“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 ..
Nothing to add to these wonderful words ….
That we face
Roots of passion
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 this mirror
in my room, is your hiding place
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 ..
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
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
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 ?
What the sign
So once more
Predictably like a revolving door ..
The useless limbs and the careless dreams
pile in the dismal corner
Waiting for a call
– I detest –
to rest ..