Category Archives: Photography

Ghostly

 

Delicate optimism ..

 

 

Caught

 

My lustrous moon ..

She carries My smile

She carries My heart

In delicate lips

In sparkling eyes

 

She lends The moon

A lustrous face

A wondrous night

When she arise

 

TarekOfCairo

Another wonderful arabic poem that I could not resist to translate … Tahani is a unique poet with a very special and unique style… She has this mystic sufi mode and a very focused line just like the great Rumi …

Hotel room ..

In a leather bound elegance

proudly they declare

“We will make you feel at home” …

And I say …

It ain’t the tiniest bit like home..

 

Not with these incredible pillows

Or these milky creamy soaps

frantically leathery and slippery

Like all dashing hopes ..

And the diminutively bottled

fragrant shampoos, creams, gels …

Blah.. blah.. blah…..

With their narrowest necks..

 

And oh, the towels …

Folded towels,

hanging towels,

rolled up towels ,

face towels ,

hand towels,

bottom towels and

the wrap around the globe towels ..

and we are told

In an elegant card..

With calligraphic font,

“Throw on the floor if used” ..

This way you save our planet

You are green…

Who would do this at home ..

 

And this nifty brilliantly white

Scarecrows

The robe de chambre …

Of that you always have two ..

One for you

And one to scare your foes..

Or for a partner

If you have one of these ..

 

The disposable slippers

Also comes in pairs

Crispy as toast should be

I butter them and eat them

in my suitcase ..and

Instead, I pull my very own tired slippers

The ones which knows

How to confines to my toes

They lie there ….

-the slippers off course-

in the middle of the room

upside down .. objecting, I presume..

 

And I fetch my hairbrush

The one with the bristles laden

With my fallen hair and years

With the Familial touch

The one which is to me

Is sooo hooome ..

 

I invade the neatness of

The stretched bed sheets, breaking

The icy shell and dive

into a delusion

Finally feeling a tiny wee

Like home …

Nothing feels like home …

 

 

TarekOfCairo

The way ..

Words are

frigid stones

glacially telling as

.. they hurt

.. they block

.. they stone ..

I will cut a road

paved with these

silence ..

For you may one day

decide

to walk this way

gracefully…

back home..

 

TarekOfCairo

The brightest star …

I am sore from stretching

to be as tall

Tired of listening to your music

and dreaming ….

I should too

 

Tired of painting ..

the unfinished painting …

Just to catch up with you

I want even to run after you

Surely you will outpace me ..

Poor me..

 

Put never tiresome I shall be

of looking up

Seeing you … in the stars

The brightest star of all

 

And never tiresome I shall be

from being

proud of you ..

 

TarekOfCairo

Life plans : one minute sketch

A one minute Ipad sketching about my life plans , evoked by this quote in a fellow blogfriend blog … recoverythrumylens  and here is the original post in christainnewyork ..

The 5 miles Zone …

Someone asked me why I don`t answer my phone… well.. quite simply I don`t want …

Do you remeber the good old times of the big fat Beatle-like dial phone… It will sit in a corner somewhere minding its business.. never it ran to wake me up or follow me in the streets…