Bashar is Free
21 Aug 2007 12 Comments
in Bits & Pieces, General Poetry, Politics
Bashar is free
Or is he!
The country is detained
Stripped naked of its rights
All are hostages
Crumbled in fear
Fear for the future
Fear for our kids
Or even our older kin
Fear for our destiny
Under the ultraviolet lights
The bats are swaying
In the pitch of the darkened nights
Set and ready for the green light
The Grim Reaper is waiting
Scythe in hand
While the country is celebrating
Bashar is free
Who’s next
To pay the debts!
When will it be my turn!
When will it be yours!
It’s all just a matter of time
And time has mercy on no one
Will this nightmare ever
Be over
I wonder
Free Kuwait
20 Aug 2007 11 Comments
in Bits & Pieces, General Poetry, Politics
A nightmarish reality
A doom of daylight
Violating
Human rights
Bashar is missing
His hands are cuffed
His mouth is sealed with red wax
He is alone, yet not alone
Dogs are loose
Predators in control
The country is seduced
Abused
Introduced
On a silver platter
To the hungry wolves
Long awaited the attack
On a country, already
Suffocating
And exhaling vigorously
The last breath in curfew
Can anyone hear
The moans of freedom
The cries of Justice
In solitary confinement?
Free Bashar
Free Kuwait

An Update: a dedication to our intelligent government
Wish I may
Wish I might
Have this I wish tonight
Are you satisfied?
Dig for gold
Dig for fame
You dig to make your name
Are you pacified?
All the wants you waste
All the things you’ve chased
Then it all crashes down
And you break your crown
And you point your finger
But there’s no one around
Just want one thing
Just to play the king
But the castle’s crumbled
And you’re left with just a name
Where’s your crown, King Nothing?
Where’s your crown?
Hot and cold
Bought and Sold
A heart as hard as gold
Yeah! Are you satisfied?
Wish I might
Wish I may
You wish your life away
Are you pacified?
All the wants you waste
All the things you chased
Then it all crashes down
And you break your crown
And you point your finger
But there’s no one around
Just want one thing
Just to play the king
But the castle’s crumbled
And you’re left with just a name
Where’s your crown, King Nothing?
Where’s your crown?
Huh!
(Spoken)
I wish I may
I wish I might
Have this wish I wish tonight
I want that star
I want it now
I want it all and I don’t care how
Careful what you wish
Careful what you say
Careful what you wish
You may regret it
Careful what you wish
You just might get it
Then it all crashes down
And you break your crown
And you point your finger
But there’s no one around
Just want one thing
Just to play the king
But the castle’s crumbled
And you’re left with just a name
Where’s your crown, King Nothing?
Nothing
No you’re just nothing
Where’s your crown, King Nothing?
No you’re just nothing
Nothing
Off to never never land
A Trip to L.A. Via Highway 101 South
19 Aug 2007 Leave a Comment
in Bits & Pieces, Photography, Travel
Pismo Beach
Solvang (Danish town amidst CA)
Old Pasadena
L.A.
Venice Beach
Beverly Hills
A Trip to San Francisco
10 Aug 2007 8 Comments
in General Poetry, Passion Poetry, Travel
City Life
Daunting
Zigzagging as
Eternal serpents
Cars aback
Cars affront
Flash
Beyond vision
Bumpy roads
Cable cars
History
Modernity
Streets somersaulting
Diving into bellies
And mounting onto
Women’s hips
People
Plenteous as bees
Apathetic
Or ardent
Bands on fishermen’s Worf
Guitars
Saxophones
Resonating
Children
Bungee jumping
Rosy cheeks
Aloud
Golden skins
Bald to the vehement
Ocean wind
Of August
Onyx seals
Lazy or playful
Against the horizon
Surreal
Golden Gate
A splendorous peacock
Copper to sunrise
Gold to sunset
Bay Bridge
Cutting into an island
Silver defying nature
With its tedious stretch
Back on highway 101
Radio playing
“Do you know
The Way to San Jose”
Back to “Home Sweet Home”
The peaceful alleys
Silicon valley
Mountain View
Back to the place
I’d rather be
Relaxed
Serene
Someday is a Better Day
09 Aug 2007 4 Comments
in Bits & Pieces, Contemplation, General Poetry, Passion Poetry
Today
The mirror lamented the withered face
And the torpid hair that was once
Shimmering with lust
Today
The glistening eyes I was so notorious for
Dimmed into piercing
Plastic beads
Today
I kept wondering
How long has it been since
I have seen you, seen me
Then it suddenly shuddered me
Behind the limits and into space
You were always there
Wearing that navy blue cap
Beneath which promises made and never kept
Trust seemed a felony
A destiny into the unknown
The unbigoted
Empty neutral state
Where everything seemed
Just there for
No reason
It was not nirvana
The Buddhist were wrong
Nothing less
Order less
Then I knew
Someday things will change
Someday there will be another you
Or, may be another us
Someday
I will make a truce
With the mirror
Or may be
With you
The Ultimate Truth
05 Aug 2007 5 Comments
in Bits & Pieces, Contemplation, General Poetry, Passion Poetry
Days convoluting into years
As stars into the milky way
As I kept wandering
And twisting back into the beginning
Into nothingness
That contained everything
I lost forever
My sense of identity
Cosmos and chaos
Mythos and heresy
How more ironic
Could life be!
A thread I took
Led me into the abyss
A net of truths
Woven into deceiving oaths
Everyone possesses
Substantiating truths
While the ultimate is too holistic
To verify, particularities
If you are there
Show me your face
For life has grown into a charlatan
Time has stretched into infinity
And still
You don’t care!
Sameera and the Forbidden Fruit (VIII)
03 Aug 2007 4 Comments
in Bits & Pieces, Reality/fiction, Religion
A continuation
A week after Aberto and Sameera got back from their vacation in Spain, and before Sameera had any chance to open the subject about Alberto with her family, Alberto received a letter from his company informing him, apologetically, that his assigned position as a project manager in Kuwait had been terminated and that he had to return to Italy as soon as possible. Apparently the company that Alberto worked for, and through which he was stationed in Kuwait as part of a contract with one of the ministries, was facing some fanatical disputes that reached the courts of law. And although Alberto had two more years to hand in the project he was managing, his visa expired in three months.
And as a consequence, the couple found themselves in a physically and psychologically tiring situation; Alberto had two choices, each was harder to pursue than the other. One option was to go back to Italy, and risk his relationship with Sameera who wasn’t ready to leave her job, at least not before she paid off the remainder of the mortgage for her property in Dubai. Another option was to resign from his company and go job-hunting for another in Kuwait. And although the second option seemed more promising to the couple, it was not so easy in the realm of reality.
Alberto had only two months to seek another job. And the probability of getting a job suitable for his qualifications and at least as rewarding as his previous one, was very slim. After tedious times spent in writing applications and going through endless interviews, of which all the interviewers promised to call, he received nothing. He only heard through Sameera’s connections that some had rejected him because he was over qualified for thier vacant positions. And as the second month trailed ahead, Alberto started loosing hope, he knew he had to sell his car and furniture, and return the flat to the owners within one month and head to Italy jobless without Sameera. Not to mention that he was spending his savings with no return. But his fear of loosing Sameera created a jerk out of him as the third month stared to close. He simply could not imagine his life without her, and that practically ruined him psychologically, he had no idea what to do, but to find solitude in alcohol. Sameera, on the other hand, enslaved herself in finding the connections to aid Alberto in his mission. Her job was not easy, and sometimes humiliating, especially when she was promised help from someone who bragged more than took action.
When the situation got worse, he sold his car and rented a cheap one and started to sell his furniture through ads in Sultan Center’s boards. Sameera who had lost a lot of weight from lack of sleep, had another duty to keep her strength, at least in front of him, so that he wouldn’t collapse.
And although this incident was hard for both of them to fathom, and fights between them increased, especially with Alberto’s drinking that was becoming a daily routine, the couple was never closer to each other as they were at those hard times. Some days they spent in complete denial and partied, while other days they cried themselves to sleep.
They say that things get worse before they get better. And a few days before his departure, and as the flat was slowly being emptied, Alberto finally got the call he was long waiting for, and a new sun stared to rise over a stronger bond. Their love had passed its first test and was triumphant. They realized that the most important thing was to want a relationship bad enough to fight for it, in one boat.
Instead of the old furniture, new more suitable and elegant furniture replaced the old. These were the pieces they handpicked together to decorate their new lively nest. And the old bed that was Alberto’s alone was now replaced with a new one more suitable for the deserving bride, ushering them into a new life, as Alberto kept reminding Sameera.
This dilemma also assured them that nothing could stop in the way of their happiness; and now that he had secured his future, it was time for Alberto to officially propose. The couple had no other choice but to make their dreams come true, regardless of any obstacle that might come their way.
To be continued



















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