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The jungle .. الغابة

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

“Something in flying alone”

There is something in flying alone…
Not a driver .. nor a  road… just… the “go”….

It’s not that I do it often…
It’s not that I love it..

To be ..I mean ..on my own…
But there is magic in piano tunes..
There is  zest in flying alone…
To my comfort zone…

It always starts… at night…
Me with conspiring car …
Fleeing..feeling just…bright…

It is not that I do it often
It’s not that I love it..

But even when I am far..and right..
There is guilt in being alone..
I am just a wasted kite…..

If I hit a sunset or sunrise..
I just cry …yes ..really cry..

Its not that I do it often..
It’s not that I love it..

But here… I don’t know if I live or …die…
So I weather..and cry…
There  is something in flying alone…
I just can  not… lie…

The movie.remains the same…
So why….for god sake..

I still feel the words slamming my face..

And why I still carry sorrows in my suitcase…
It’s not that I do it often..

It’s not that I love it..
But it seems a habit..

to  collect  the… pain..

There is ashes  in flying alone..
and I have to damp them… somewhere..

TarekOfCairo

I am reblogging this poem as it felt appropriate .. once again ..

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 ..

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

 

 

 

The Death cycle or the untagged corpse …

 

Crawling down the habitual

stairs -he knew-

to the occupancy of

the coffin he had before

 

Wrapping the white cloth

reminiscence of of

a day , in heaven

he was unwrapped ashore

 

Next to the ancient scars

yet again, fresh

 wound in the old corpse

Full of blood and gore ..

 

Laid on his right side ..

Facing the Qibla ,

Curled like a question mark

In the ground ground floor ..

 

Looking up to a light

Shimmering above …

Wondering …

God ..  Not again

 

TarekOfCairo

The Melanchony of destiny ..

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 ?

TarekOfCairo