Thursday, September 14

He:
Ask me to nourish you with passion till eternity
In mortal terms
And beyond immortality
Allow me to pave your pavement
With riches of roses from robust estates
Merciful to your fragile tread
Accept the ample services
Of a humble slave at your door
Begging for your forgiveness
Please; reign the jewel-studded peacock throne
Of this extravagant heart
And be its sole queen

But don’t ask me to leave I beg you
This decision is not mine to take
The oath was made by destiny
You are my everything
And I can’t stop
Loving you

She:
Sufferings of one lifetime surpassed eternity
And suspended my mortal being for years
Leaving nothing for immortality
Your thorns bled the sole of my essence
Whirling my path through a whirlwind
Into a lost continent cursed with drought
Where your ample services seized
All what I have and swapped my identity
To that of a beggar at your door
Estranged in your lavish palaces
Sad and empty in
Solitary confinement

Set me free I beg you
One mistake cost me a lifetime
And contrived my destiny
I’m left with nothing
And your love is
Su
ffo
ca
ting
Me

Posted by AyyA:: at :: 7:47 PM:: 22 comments

Heaven’s Compensation

Katkoot is one year old today; my son brought her to me when he was traveling so I would take care of her while he’s gone. She was barely 3 months old at that time. I was a bit nervous at first since I’m not a cat person and don’t know how to deal with them. But by the time my son was back, Katkoot became my constant companion that I couldn’t do without.
Here is a poem I wrote about our first encounter:

The glistening iris kept dancing
Wondering who I was
Knowing what's on her mind, I had to be patient
Not to break her fragility
After all, like me she was in a strange mansion
Of different possibilities

I left her alone to explore my hospitality
She cautiously tiptoed until she faced me
Meowing, purring
Entwining her gaze with mine, a thread

Of hazel sunshine voyaged me along the bay
Of reminiscent far away shores
Where I watched sunset
Surrounding my image in his iris
And vowed to reside there forever

But that was long ago
And there was no forever

Now what kind of trick heaven was playing?
The new kitten and I both reflected and eased

The banging of construction workers next door did not distract us
Neither did the pains of the past

Two broken hearted, deprived
One from mother, one from lover
Now were united and eyes talked
Refuge, although lips never moved

I smiled as she lingered
Between my open arms
And I whispered
"You’re not alone"

Isn't she lovely?

Isn’t she wonderful?

Isn't she made of love?

Sa7i elnoom

Posted by AyyA:: at :: 11:59 AM:: 10 comments

Tuesday, September 12

The Infamy

Dedicated to the souls of the martyrs of the WTC on Tue. Sep.11,2001

I'm distraught with terrorism
Being of my race is a dire shame
Mixing flesh with steal and flame
On behalf of Allah’s name

The God I’ve known is mercy
Directing the "lost in course"
But it is an act of hearsay
To spread faith with devil’s force!

How dare they ruin my reputation
How could they distroy great men's deeds
It takes a second to demolish a nation
That took generations’ sweat and heed

Make no mistake, the infamy's mine
It’s my heard that has been boomed
Be it now or after time
Barbarism shall be doomed

I sadly grieve the innocent souls
The prey of pusillanimity
But twin towers shall always stay
The emblem of liberty
In spite of their cowardice
In spite of their cruelty

Certainly infidelity
To God’s endless civility

PS; I wrote this poem right after the 9/11 terrorist attack on the twin towers; I looked for it in my archives for two days and could not find it. Then I remembered publishing it on the Net on one of poetry sites and luckily; it was there. My original intention was to post it yesterday; but better late than never.

Posted by AyyA:: at :: 3:45 PM:: 5 comments

An Enigma

This poem was inspired by NewMe's post
مسجات

When hearts break to the point of no repair
How long dose it take to reboot
So we can start another endeavor?

Some can never go on
Waiting for time to fragment historical data
But what if the backup didn’t shudder?

The train never waits for those who come late

And some would take as long as
A new lover their hearts discover
To occupy the space vacated by another

What if this lover is never to come?

Some transfer from one lover after another
Until they’re settled
Or may be never

As for me, I’ve had many endeavors
Yet no lover could mend a heart
Bugged with phobia

I always thought love intensity
And the agony of separation
Stipulated each situation

I know now, I never knew any better

Experience is an image in brain layers
We need to delete it once and forever
From virtual remembrance
As if the past didn’t exist ever

Copying one image on top of the other
Would only create distortion
Divergence
And more torture

But formatting memory is not reliant on time
Rather on a single command- willpower

Correct me if I’m in error
But I think I got the answer to enigma

Posted by AyyA:: at :: 2:42 AM:: 2 comments

Monday, September 11

Lament

From the archives "Oct. 12, 2001"

Too proud to admit
I've goofed up in this bid
When I willingly permitted
To be bullied by such a kid

Imagination is deceived
And grieved for a reason
Frustration’s what I received
With a foolish heart in treason

Had dreaded always his whims
Should've expected from him
Before getting to the brim
A devil disguised as cherubim

Got to get my head clear
Not to play with devil's spear
I'll pack my pains and disappear
For my heart is surely dear

Mood of the day " 50 ways to leave your lover, by Paul Simon"

Posted by AyyA:: at :: 2:13 PM:: 1 comments