Monday, June 19, 2017
wander in my old Cairo streets of longing
Sit, in the Cafes of my Pharaonic waiting
watch the sunset at the pyramids of our patience
And wonder the hymn walls of this loud silence
ride with me
the camels of my fantasy
where every desert sand is a wish
coming at your footsteps, true
if only you knew...
flow with my Nile of hope
your sailing desperate boat
it had been but a drought
since your eyes last had flood
of the unsaid words a drizzle
and of the poetic stares,
in my Heliopolitan night, a moon
And off the Sufi minarets of my heart
for your eyes prayer, a call
come to me, my one and all
At my triumphant citadel of acceptance
the march of my lyrical troupes
of the knight lines, an army
awaiting for you
At the top of my cell tower, a sky
let me Isis your Osirid fears
And Radha off your burning soul,
this distance hot milk
don't too much think
To my cheeks' town of smiles
cross between us in a word, the million miles
And across my seas of doubts, wing
Hold me to your Heart as you Sing(h)
Harrying the out of me, your Sejal
For when what seeking you is what you seek
Even if you never yet met,
in the city of your love, you do
All the ring roads are to your heart, guides
and every somewhere found love meeting,
Stay but met.
Friday, May 5, 2017
i am yet to feel?
a place i am yet to reach
a hug i am yet to get
a meeting i am yet to have met
and a whole new me
in your eyes reborn
How can i feel them on a roll
those tears at your sight,
i am yet to unleash
How can i see my face reflection
in the eyes i am yet to mirror
how could it not be a horror!
living and dying in your every single blink
while cruel you stays awake
as i lay in your yearning
and off your cuffed tears, drink
neither you see me
nor i ever get my fill
inhaling a scent i am yet to breathe
that up close and personal
skin deep yet sprinkled in your breeze
neither you feel me
nor i ever for good get my will
How can i recall a voice tone in my name
that i am yet to hear
how can it sounds like music to my ear
when you say, "yes, i do.. Abeer"
to what i am yet to ask
how can i see beneath your mask
holding your faceless face
with my heartless heart that tenderly
neither you know me,
nor i ever, until you do, myself will
How can i relive every day a moment
that our time is yet to live
how is it possible that i recite you poems,
that i am yet to write
by the heart of my heart
where you moon sometimes
and i in the obscurity of your ebbing hairs, light
how do i tell them about your warm handshakes
your awkward silences and intimate smile takes
and how do i know about your soft cheek pecks
when my hands are frozen cold in my melancholy
and yet dry are my lips' wells
How am i able to explain reasons i am yet to give
a life that i already live yet still am to live
how do i find the answers of the questions
you are yet to ask
and stare them back at your confusion mask
I sit around the bone fire of my solitude
spin with your loneliness the bottle
and i dare to kiss the pain out of you
playing the guitar of your quietude
flying my gypsy hairs of desire,
singing, with your cool wind of need
we laugh at the bad jokes of our time
and dance in our patience moonlight
starting forests fires with your kohled lines
and turning them wildly,
my madness windmills
I keep little things of you
in my special unpublished box
that word you wouldn't say
wrapped in little black denial lace
kept in my delusional epic embrace
and that poem for me you never recite
laying there in the corner of mute, screaming undercover
those sighs you at my stubborn verse utter
and your beneath the dark glasses of longing glim
your before your coming and 8 hours after you leave aroma,
bottled in my yet to refill lungs of hope
What should i your eyes tell
when they ask me about the gazes i quill
and get inked in the bruises of my soul
though you don't bother
how do i know better
carving you acceptance hymns
at the sun temples of my monotheistic mind
burning my unconditional incense
at your to me never comings alter
how can i keep hearing in my soul ears
your with me unlaughed laughter
how am i to fit in the 140 arms character
your unlimited arms shelter
As if i lived it all my lifetimes to come,
as if i was but everyone you ever hugged,
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
You know where you're going?
Around which royal flesh and bone?
you're a naturally gifted one you know
making it on your own not of a branded slingy background or so
it's an arm that supports and shelter
A home in the form of a shoulder
a life giver
A love winner
A whole world for millions
will be hanging in your sacred mission
A universe of his love will with you, every time he waves, swing
Oh my dear sling
All my heartbeats for you sing
would you of him take good care?
Ease his pains and peace our ware?
But don't stay that long!
May he of you never be anymore in need
And as you're there
sneak in to his practically everywhere
closer to that precious left part
where he keeps the love in the heart of heart
but shut your eyes when i in there rise
let me have my moments in paradise
let me undress that eloquent silence
word per word
Unbutton his torn shirt of absence
into my bare sheet word
As i pass my mind fingers around
all the way to his senses abound
no stop here my dear!
you're not allowed to watch from here!
that shoulder i'll now heart sling
Bosom hold and comfort bring
see how lucky you are!
around when he is finally by himself
wearing some moments for the night
and taking some others off
smoking the day with the hand on the right
and acting a smile or shaking a frown off
the peak of your life is now my dear sling!
in a few day you'll retire and lay on the forgetting shelf
so live it well!
Give him all the strength of will
U can't imagine how special it is
to hold the hand of love
And rest your head on His in a minor surgery
followed up left healing shoulder.
Sunday, March 12, 2017
The left one, that fighter?
Have they reached yet,
..The lyrical ones of the writer
were they s warm?
were they as tender?
Had they carried all my being for you in a peck whisper?
And the soft hugs of the helpless million miles away as close, lover
Have you felt the sea turning at your window in a teary moisture?
the winds singing and the sun dancing venture
a breath of me blown in that calling thunder
a universe of me had just falter
when you in anyway hurt
as major to me as minor
So tell the curious wound you're now stronger
crash the pain with a larger than life laughter
read the itches away in my antibiotic lines
And spell the moments in a pain killer gaze of your eyes
Rest some more in the arms of my mind bed
story of my heart, for you, i'll Sunday thread
A solo release!
Flowing off that love Chalice
So just be my only audience
in our one seat hall of love
PopCorn along the time in smiles
And Pepsi on the dreamer thrills!
Nacho bag these silly worries
And Coffee on this life's bitter scenes
sit back at my one eye theatre
enjoy our madness celluloid dance
watch my gypsy hairs tip-toe my longing
at the "Not Me" spread aside shelter
And feel my roaming guitar finger
playing my sleepless night by your followed up shoulder
oh see! here they come!
this bad gang of fears
wearing crowns of long distance
and heavy boots of expectations
chasing after my heart beliefs
firing their guns of doubts at my faith
as i run into the wilderness of possibilities
no you can't put me down!
you can't put him down!
holing hope by the hand
i am the viking of my heart
shooting your every pain dead
i put on the wings of words
fly into the skies of our wonderland
A superhero of my own
in my red cloak of poetry
waving my healing prayers swords
An Alice on the other side of the mirror
where everything is possible...
even being by your side right now
holding the right hand and kissing the left
praying for you at the feet of fate
and burning at every alter of forgiveness
my get well soon wishes incense.
May it be me never you
sending you all my positive energy, love and hugs
you are in my prayers always.
Monday, February 13, 2017
your lungs greet.
luckier the lungs holding your heart
luckiest the heart beating life into you
lucky you my love being forever with you
lucky the trees,
watching over for your ease
as the sun rays in a tease,
rush over to your face for a kiss
luckier your face holding within your smile light
luckiest is this light
painting life as you shine
lucky is this street,
listening to the songs of your feet
luckier is your feet
taking your steps to where the heart leads
luckier the sheets covering your pains for the night
luckiest are the pains
for they of you demand to be felt
lucky that pillow
being your fantasy dream set
every morning wet
it can never better than this, get!
then the lucky mirror smiling back at you
yes it can!
just in a dimple flash span
luckier the unbuttoned tees and perfect ripped jeans
the perfect socks and wild screaming teens
luckiest the sprinkled scent of pleasure
dripping in and out
making love to your pores
setting my heart on fire
when you get ready to roundabout
i am burning inside out
from the lucky coffee mug
to the luckier screen hug
passing by the luckiest life bits
i wish i was in it
a moment, you hashtag for the no forgetting
The colder side of the pillow
the warmer part of the sheet
those drops who made it out of the bottle
for your neck sensational meet
can i be that out of the bucket list perfect boot cut?
with the rips and all the blood rush
oh what if i can turn into that Atwood of your air, gush
you can't see
but you can't live without
that invisible and that necessary
the socks you can't go wrong about
these favorite golden goose
the random late night thoughts at lose
your moment alone
being the Marshall in your ears
Billy the innocent man in you
and build in a pair of platinum wings and an engine
so that whenever you fly, my love,
you will be first class seated in my then lucky, luckier, luckiest, heart.
Sunday, February 5, 2017
when out of my eyes bed
as the day breaks off your sunny blink?
lazy me would just stay in
watching you rising off the sheets of my dream
treading gently on my chirping hairs
calling off my lips couplets for Coffee
and lighting my sanity up for a smoke.
Where do you go?
when they take you away from me,
my wicked stares
they make you up in my sight
all dressed up in my designer night
bare of your own skin
wearing our mad lovin
and spreading to my sky glares,
your Icarus wings
your eye then sings
so i become but an eye of a heart.
Where do you go...
when the fresh air of my lungs greets your lips
and you warmly whirling
onto my cherry garden of patience
where do they keep you,
those playful alphabetical mid-nighters of mine
in the am of my thirst and your hunger?
what do they to your eyes about, linger?
and what -in my forbidden namesakes-
do you to shut them away, murmur?
disarmed at your peril hairs
my refugee fingers surrender
and i start a new delicious life playing my way through.
Where do you go..
after they savor you
my gourmet prose fingertips
such a poetic connoisseur for you i am
and you my love are so literally edible
from the opening of your rhyming forehead
to your toes last stanza
an appetizer when you blink
and when you smile, a full sonnet main course.
on your jingle menu my love,
capricious beams and for my appetite,
an epic tuneful of poetic you.
Where do you go..
when i shake them,
my -don't lie- lines hips
at your one eye to mine home coming party
and when they take you by the hand
my-longing for your touch- hairs band
playing on the tunes of your shy smile
scattered like my long night wishes
and at your moves caresses through, undone.
Where do you go..
when out of my flesh set
after my every cell at your action,
reciting your glare lines
to my euphoric blood rush audience
what a fervent performance!
i take my eye to your greet
at the backstage of our patience
as i see you standing there
in the center of my high
and buying of our waiting
don't go when you do
listen not where they call for you
not for a wink
"fear not" you say,
the word is already fading away
in my bravest at your sight revolution
arranged in twinkling lines
your spiky silver beads threads entwine,
a march of victory at the gates of your lipsy heaven
Liberating my chants of awe,
as i rebelliously take my metrical stands
solemnly to demand your love.
Sunday, January 15, 2017
i wish it was even about losing or winning
truth is my love,
it's just about your prince like face
it's about the lives you keep on living
with yourself is your race
blinkers of love, heart on the chase
on the road unfold
growing yellow fields of heartbeats
and flowing rivers of your magic
i wish it was about time, speed or pace
but darling, it's just about your grace
Before i knew you
i was swimming in an ocean of despair
i wore indifference like a skin
bragged this pain within
hat life was afraid to even come close
on the edge of oblivion
i threw my bet
as if it was all set
and the end for me began
but then i saw you
and my life changed as i knew it
i saw a light at the end of the tunnel
a moon shinning out of the bruises of my soul
skies of hope before my eyes broke open
and a sunshine rose to my endless night
you taught me that i can and i will
you restored in my own self my faith
you helped me by being who you are
to know the best one in the world exists
and i can still have a heart beating only in his name
i work everyday harder because i see you do
i live brighter because i feel you see me through
i am ready to like a girl fight
because you said i knew how to
you probably don't know
but i wake up everyday
and smile gratefully because i'm breathing the air you could've just exhaled
as smokey as caffeiny
it's how i make out to my morning
and check in to the night hotel of my solitude
pick a room for two and share with your silence,
you taught me it's always alright
when i play for one heart audience
when no one gets my from my guts performance
that it's alright if i stand on my own out
while they mediocoringly shout!
And now i too learned to at them pout
you taught me i am my own star
i have galaxies in my eyes
meteor showers fall off my mind verse
and that you are my sole poetic universe
you took my hand to the shore of hope
i get reborn in your every gaze new
gardens of zest bloom in me at your sight
every what was once black became now white
heaven gates wide spread its arms
when you part your lips with a word
nightingales of happiness sing when you smile
life to me becomes worthwhile
because i knew you
and for that matter, so truly madly deeply love you
hastened to you may be?
por is slackened
just screw it and let's take the longest hug-fie
for my love in you is like your love in me
and as extremely unconditional.
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