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Stone ..

Warm me

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 …

TarekOfCairo

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 .. 

The day before a birthday …

 

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 …

TarekOfCairo

Rescue mission …

 

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 ..

 

TarekOfCairo

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

 

 

 

Wreckage afloat ..

Batteling 

an inevitable fall

With a tenuous grip

Hanging to a

vanishing hope

Oh distant birds

coming or

departing away…

Is it a sunrise treat

or a sunset ailing and

doped

Mayday , mayday..

ashes in thin air …

A battered soul holding to

wreckage

officially … still

afloat ..

Tarekofcairo

Cinderella man ..

I have just watched ” Cinderella man” and ..

It has been sitting in my library for sometime waiting for me to watch. Knowing that its a boxers biography made it at the end of my list of movies to watch. I need a certain mood to watch a bloody nose and a flying tooth in slow motion. The night came , and I did … .. The twist of the tale is the struggle between despair, depression, defiance and the relation of the husband and wife ..and for me this is the movie … The wife … … and for her (and from her) I phrased these lines…

Two more teeth,

in my shaken hand

smeared with his blood and my tears

with a weary mind , I guess

how many he still wears ?

and I mutely scream

livid anger and pain

because  he wont smile for me … to see

and there is no comfort in tears

for his shattered jaw or

my fears

TarekOfCairo

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

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