The one in the mirro

It seems she was talking with some one
those eyes in the mirror
still were looking at her
she had nothing to say
Those eyes
that told lies
and left
It is better to go and she turned back
those eyes were still in the mirror
but she left
without telling a word
she left
To hear a new lie
from a new arrival
In the new place
The old story of going...
root less , aim less , time less

 

I left you behind

I left you behind 

like all that I couldn't bear with it

I left you behind 

This is all I know

but yet you are there 

on my way

on the way to reach my self 

you are there...

but for sure I left you behind....

real life

 

New Lesson

My Dear teacher

For years you taught me

Those lessons

From your text book

You taught me some lessons

 That I never used in real life

You taught me some lessons

That I never understood

Just memorized

I spent my life

Behind those tables

You spent your life

Next to that blackboard

I found real life

So harsh so cruel so hard

You told me 2+2=4

But in real life I found different answer

You corrected my mistake just with a smile

No one here corrects me any more

If I make a mistake

They just reject me,

They just delete me 

Wish you told me

Just about real life

 

Let me come back

To your classroom, open those doors

Give me a second chance

Teach me new lesson

lesson from real life .....

poem dedicated to all my teachers

 

 

 

I feel time passed

My Share from the blue sky
was as big as one window
The dark curtain has taken
All I received from the window
I can't climb more
If you are going forward
remember me
I feel time passed
My share was just one moment of life
long time of sorrow
I feel just that second was my only part from life
from happiness
those that I reached you
I feel that I lost my curious
To go more
to search more
My share was one second
write the history of that moment
.....I feel time passed ...

Your dream

Draw your dream 
post it to me 
In this land 
I have forgotten 
my childhood dream 
share your last night dream
your colorful dream 
I am full of past 
you are full of future 

If you read me again

Read me not like a teacher 
who search for mistake 
read me not like a master 
who search for error
Read me not like unknown
Who has fear of me..
Read me carefully 
with love ...with care 
Read me like an angel 
Read me like those days
Those days that you came 
Those days that you born 
Read me more kind

Read me , correct me , Don't delete me ...

Don't remove me ....

last night dream

I had a lovely dream last night
Dream of your last smile
Dream of my last happiness
Dream of your care 
Dream of my hope
Alas night was short
All my dream gone
Reality was harsh
empty room ...
 silent place
cloudy weather
coldness
empty inbox
your last picture
next to my table
tears on my face
empty hands
all and all
were there....instead of you ...

Last smile

I lost something that I found it between those hands ...
those hands that draw my childhood
those hands that moved on my face
those hands that stop me
when I was running
those hands that stop around my lips
To remove anger ...silence
To create smile on my lips..
I lost it ..
Those hands that did miracle
I lost it ...some where ....
I lost those hands
I lost those days ...

To our neighbor

She called me and asked “do you remember Flat Number 203”

I remember it that behind the door was a pot full of flower

She told me “The neighbor was leaving there passed away”

What was her name?

No one knows.

No one felt her absent

Except the flower that felt dry

Then the bad smell

Police find her after a week

I remember those beautiful childhoods

Neighbor were part of our life

There was no wall between our houses

Except narrow garden

We called each other

By tapping on our wall

Then they responded faster than the echo of our voice

I am writing this

To my neighbor

That I never seen her

Nor heard her

I didn’t know her name

I didn’t know her challenges 

I never knew her sorrow

Nor her happiness

No one knows in the last hour of her life

What happened to her?

No one …cry for her

They found some letter in her hand

That sent by her children

Dear Mother Happy New Year … .

left Behind

I

I came back and saw my heart didn't come with me
My heart and my soul
left somewhere in between
I came back
but not completely
 

Smile

She smiled not to the present she had
But with memory of yesterday ....
As she was the owner of her past in her memory
No one can take it away from her

Hometown

I am wondering what hometown means to the children that they start they life within revelation, within War and ...?
Do they know any story about their hometown?  

Crazy moments

Do you remember the rainy night

that we walked in the rain ?
Do you remember your promise

Do you remember how free we walked

And time has taken all of those moment
crazy walk under heavy rain
wish me those crazy moments ...once again