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“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 ..

Standing Ovation to you …

Standing ovation

to you

and you

and you

and you …..

and for Barbara Streisand

1993 concert

and my 3D projector

and my cuddly sofa..

For the ignitor

The shoulder I stand on

For the tapping hand on my own

For making

Flu-day..

The busiest day

In my blog .. ever..

and Barbara sings

” you don’t bring me flowers any more”

Yet,

Love rained

all Over ..

In the loveliest day

of fever

and I am blessed with

my very own

Little river ..

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 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

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

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

The 3D Egyptian …

The Egyptian Prince

…. Just 300 wonderful smiles of Lolo…

Lolo is jealous from farah`s collage … so I collaged her….

She is supposed to have a KG2 class photo today…

‘Lolo..dont`t forget to smile..` ..

‘I don`t know how to smile`… she answered

`You have the best smile in the world`…

`No I don`t`…..

`No you do`…

What do you think ?!…

The many beautiful faces of Farah …