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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

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 River of light ..

Through the banks of ..

.. sombre night

Revelations , vision and love

Sail in the torrential river of light

The River of light

Painting with light

Islamic Cairo

Islamic Cairo

Islamic Cairo

 

Islamic Cairo

Al-Sehemy House , Cairo

Cairo, the city of light and shade

Islamic Cairo

Quanta laden light gust

thousands light years ahead ..

From the creative core of the infinite sole

Waves beyond waves of lavish lust .

 

Glorious brush in the delicate grip

religiously tracing a carved frame

and gently weaving a Cairene grace

of light, highlight, and a sepian shade.

 

At noon .. all noons, a faintly glow

Grows to a silky throw ,

and warm vibrant strokes

at sunset …wears spicy tangy hues .

 

Cairo, the city of light and shade

Painted, permeated, bathed

From birth to dark to dawn, a fairy tale

of the  century old.. love affair…

 

 

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

AlAzhar Mosque 970

 

Photos from Al-Azhar Mosque and complex which includes the second oldest continuously run university in the world.

 

A bird in Al-Azhar Mosque

Al-Azhar Mosque 970

Cloning in Photoshop

I play with photoshop whenever I feel bored .. and that was fun …

The tale of Cadmium S. Red

Lolo and the Porcelain fish

A blob of paint

her tube says

Cadmium S. Red

Hanging to the bristles

of a round brush

helplessly wondering

where will it end

at the graveyard of dying hues

washed with turpentine

knife scrapped to the bin

or a second life begins

In the lips of a porcelain fish

or at a delicate petal

of a valentine  rose

TarekOfCairo

Nubia

Aswan - Nubian village

Colourful outdoors

This an translation of an arabic poem I wrote celebrating the enchanting Nubia ..

شوف السما الزرقا علي الحيطان….

ودهب الصحرا ملبوس في السنان….

والغلب والضنك احمر في كل مكان…

   بس القلوب بيضة ما تغيرت

هوا هوا المكان….

هوا هوا الزمان…

احلي ما فيكي يا مصر..

هوا هوا ..الانسان…

Walls are painted sky

A tooth crowned golden desert

Red is everywhere .. hardship and blight

But hearts remain immortally

ancient white

The land is immutable

The time is eternal

Egypt’s sweetest spot

Is still .. Human

TarekOfCairo