The colour of blood
Is all red …
Spilled screaming
on our dawn
….
The flesh of burnt pride
Is all the same
Like the smell of hate
We both exhale
….
The chasm of void
Between us deeper
Than my stupidity
and your cruelty
….
your fingers hold mine
On the same knife
that stabbed us
into the same fate
….
Just as we were tortured
In the same jail that wore our graffiti
not so long, remember
if you dare
….
If we survived today
we will lie flat black eyed
Stretched on the cold asphalt
Facing the same blue sky
….
And if we die
We will hug each other
Stacked in the same grave
Peacefully gone ,
….
If love fails to unite us
today, Like every other day
In the history of shame
We are wastefully done
Just the same ..
….
TarekOfCairo
TarekOfCairo
” I woke this morning on the devastating news of the tragic death of a young girl whom I knew as a smiling rose. God , bestow your mercy and comfort on her family ” ..
The beautiful photo is courtsey of my friend Robyn L.
سامقة اشجارها
تحيطني سيقانها
فكأني سجين غابة وارفة
أحس بحرِّها رغم زحامها
فأعجب كيف وأين ظلالها
فأمد بصري لعليائها
الي أذرع ملساء متنافره
من لهيب الشمس
تسن سنانها
الي عدو قد يكون انا ها هنا
فأعدوا في خلوها وخلائها
فلا انس في سكنها
ولا ظل يبدوا الا في بطنها
A wood like all
Imprisoned
Between the long legs
and the fallen stems
crack under my feet
The heat I feel
Makes me wonder
Shouldn’t there be
Plenty of shade
Eyes climb the trees
To the pointy bare beaming arms
Praying to the searing sun heat
Sharpening there teeth
Could that be , for me ..
Shocked I flee
As it came to me
The only shade here
Is down the soil
Deep under the trees
TarekOfCairo
Death was his Profession
He dipped them in the abyss
But made sure to pull them up to life
So gentle quiet and low key..anesthetist
Poison in one hand and antidote in the other…..Nice and sweet..routine
In the custody of loneliness..
A spear was thrown may be thirty something years ago .. I don’t really knowFlashing lights, crushing heaves
Pounding and ringing.. pleas are in vain..
Agonising , crushing .. Life is fading ..
This is for real.. He knows what to do
Hundreds of times he did it for everyone drill or true ..but never to himself ..
Reaching for a phone , for a vein ..
For air ..
Could he CPR himself
Or did he roll in despair ..
Falling in the abyss.. so familiar
deep … and real…
Darkness prevail ..
I am gone..
the end is written and mission is done
The TV set is on ..patients – still – been dipped and pulled
But for him , poor me , there was no one to attend ..God bless your soul my friend
I wish I knew you a bit more ..
Shut your door
Death in the vicinityLock it, bolt it ,and add
the steeliest chains and beams
No way to dodge itSo may be ..
Just may be ..
there is mercy
In death unseen, unattended
in the suddenness of
Death with dignity
TarekOfCairo
Housemaid
A housemaid
Five thousands mile from home
With a bubbly dream
She washes my dishes
With soft cloth
She dusts my life
With the taste of home she cooks for me
Homesick or whoever is sick at home
She bears the agony of love at bay
And yet .. She smile ..whenever she can
And dream of him at home in May ..
The news comes
Wrapped in a black day
“Your love is gone”
Stabbed to your death
One dream undone
A corpse of flesh earthed
and one above to be
My shirt is crisply ironed
My dishes are still done…
But the song in her heart
Is no more here..TarekOfCairo
The tree was short and bare
But for him,three little fruits,and herLike anyone of you
July’s sun and crazy
Summer fun was due ..The beach was wearing
A turquoise blue dress with golden seem
Tickling their feet
They built castles he swept them
and their dreamsThe sea took their father away
July decided to keep him
Ramadan came then the fall will
And the short tree is still bare
But for three little fruits , and her ..TarekOfCairo
