Sweet Old Acquaintance

What happened to you ?
my sweet old acquaintance
what happened to your ocean visits?
where your hair would breeze with the air . . .
what happened to your eastern european reveries?
and the backpack . . . of your dreams
Like a Zambian sunrise !
I miss your eyes . . .
Like a broken hearted teenager!
I want your smile . . .
I want it back
that warmness in your presence
It shall forever in my soul . . . last
for my friend is gone
and left me with
an Old Acquaintance.

*A Pigeon*

~The gliding pigeon, fell out of the sky
So beautifully executed, as she drifted low from high
Out of the misty cloud she descended, so effortlessly in front of my eye
It was a sunny noon, yet my sences weren't bothered by the accute rays
For the kind pigeon humbled the sun with its marvelous occupying wings.
The falling pigeon, glided down the sky
She made it look pleasantly easy
A priceless painting in my vision . . . has rised !
And from the deepest, darkest well in my heart
A beam of light . . . has shined !
Thank you my dear pigeon
not only you have cleansed my Soul
but also . . . freed my Mind.

*Vegas Party *

No party is like a dance in Vegas
Especially when they play a slow song
and the Dj says "this one is girls choice"
and out of nowhere a lady comes up like the shadow of a cloud
then seconds start slowing down
and a life time passes in minutes
and after that comes the sweetest good-bye
no epilogues , living the very midst of reality
for it was a passing reverie . . .
and all reveries have a happy ending.

Waiting Dream . . .

-It's in the afternoon, just had lunch, and there's plenty of sunshine in the sky
-Radio is on, window's curtain is three quarters down, and that unknown folk song playing is making me almost . . . high !
-Someone's calling , fingers knocking, clock's ticking , and all i want to do is lay down and stare with my eye
-A task to be completed , a thing to be done , a tire that might need replacing , a bell to be rung !
-No need for a break , just give me some time
Don't lend me your space , let me have mine ,
I understand your concerns , but don't worry I won't commit a crime !
I'll be carelessly drifting , while exploring the globe
I won't be searching for answers
I'll only be my Own !

هوامش خطيرة !!!

في جعبتي هوامش خطيرة
تسابق لحظات الزمن
و في المدى خطوات طويله
تزيد في القلب الندم
أرى ألوانها تزيد غماقة
و في المضمون ينعدم اللهب
أسائل نفسي هل من الممكن أن تكون حماقة
غزت قلوب الناس وانتصرت؟
أعاني الأمرين عندما تقتصي
و تسألني عن ماضي قلبي المنخمل
سئمت ليالي الوحده والعدم
ولكن ماذا أقول
هل في الحياة من أمل ؟

سرب حمام

سرب حمام
جاء ليشعرني بوجوده
في زمن هاجرت به الغربان
سرب حمام
أتى ليعلمني بقدومه
ويخبرني عن تلك الأيام
ويسمعني ذيك الألحان
ويُركبُ على ظهري بيض الجنحان
لأُحلق معهم الى أعالي السماء
وأراقص السحب البيضاء
سرب حمام
كان مجرد حلمً جميلً جيد الإنتاج
خيالً . . . ليس سوى خيال
كالهديل . . . عابراً للسبيل
كم أتمنى أن أكون له أسير
لأعيش في سجنه الكبير
وأنام في زنزانته البيضاء الناعمه
فأصحو من سباتي لأحلق وأكون جزءً من
سرب حمام

Blue in Green -follow up-

The previous post was unintentionally written in black !! so you'd have to highlight it in order to read it . I'm not going to re-post the poem because the way it is now ads do the scene of the thought expressed ! it is after all a somewhat dark poem and the fact that you have to work that tiny bit extra and highlight it as if you were trying to open a sealed letter that wasn't ment for you to find but might be the one for you to read !