A little kid with a rope and a stick tied at its end
spinning and spinning round himself
time flies before his eyes but he can barely recognize
the shadow of the passing moment as it robs him from inside
It's been sometime .... since i truly spoke my mind
It's been sometime .... since i truly saw the light
It's been there waiting ... hanging upside down from the ceiling
doing nothing for the whole morning
So have i ... upon a couch ... watching it
and thinking it should make better use of its time
It's been sometime ... since i made any sense at all
It's been sometime ... since i got a happy call
She's been there hoping ... with a glassful of Tea and Milk
dipping her bread sticks and listening to the wind
or maybe the noisy street ... and the young neighbor's new car
the kids coming back from school, and the others who haven't gone at all
It's been sometime ... since i last felt at home
It's been sometime ... since i sang with a merry tone
They sit and wait ... for him to stop his yakking, his nonsense, and endless babbling
wishing for him to see .... or maybe mention them at all
all seems but noise when waiting ... sound lacks protocol
i have witnessed them waste their lives for a single sound ... to come
It's been sometime ... hasn't it ... but time can come
Time can fly ... but leaves the trails behind
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Monday, December 01, 2008
شوربة حلو و حامض Sweet and Sour Soup
What if we shared it all ...
our hours of heart ache ... heartbreak and despair
our moments of joy happiness and welfare
Poured it in a huge bowl like the witches of old times
Stripped of our complexes and childhood traumas and danced nude around the fire
as it all burned down
as we fall to our knees feeling empty and numb
Such aroma ... Such storms arising from the pot
stirring ... and stirring ... forever ... our stew of feelings
our hours of heart ache ... heartbreak and despair
our moments of joy happiness and welfare
Poured it in a huge bowl like the witches of old times
Stripped of our complexes and childhood traumas and danced nude around the fire
as it all burned down
as we fall to our knees feeling empty and numb
Such aroma ... Such storms arising from the pot
stirring ... and stirring ... forever ... our stew of feelings
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Social Noise ... Broken mirror
a shiny embelem of Mercedes resting upon the hood of a cheap italian car
an appearance challenged lady or late years convinced she looks like a movie star
a penniless man claiming to have rejected fortunes for a noble cause
a messy unorganized person believing he has an obssesion with organization
a lazy irresponsible person claiming to have the highest standards
is it one's aspiration ... or one's fractured self image
is it one's lie or maybe defense
whatever it is .... it's a noisy tune
an appearance challenged lady or late years convinced she looks like a movie star
a penniless man claiming to have rejected fortunes for a noble cause
a messy unorganized person believing he has an obssesion with organization
a lazy irresponsible person claiming to have the highest standards
is it one's aspiration ... or one's fractured self image
is it one's lie or maybe defense
whatever it is .... it's a noisy tune
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