I will — On sufism

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I decided that tomorrow

I will be strong

I will truly feel it

And by the will of the avenger

My ego will smolder

I won’t fed, I won’t tire

I’m no longer the old me

That I’ve quit

So in the lake of must

I will fancy falling

And along the road of hardship

I will be tracing joy

At the peak of Moksha

I will both dazzle and enlighten

And I will call you

Dear lord

And I will thank you

As l grow radiant more and more

I will smile, I’ll be shining

I will be the core

HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU

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Drunk and still thinking of you

Too lonely to go sin

But though dump, deaf and blind

I can see and hear you saying

I’ve spent your age ferreting

Please don’t …….. Go !!

Now as I spot you 

I remembered the prayers during the nights 

Naked… weak…. stoned

To the might, the all-knowing

To your God 

That I revenge …

That I stop you

I hated myself … I hate you

I hate The fact

That we became one

That I’m soothed… I live in you

Exhausted but willing to run

To race the cheetah and cheat

To even murder … to culprit

To wrongdo

Just to lay next to you

Now, here

And as I fake a smile

And as I’m hiding the tears

I wish these letters

When merged, squeezed, thrown and brewed

My lay way

Then lost and found in a mess

In a shy stack of hay

Could tell how much I love you

                                          ***Knitted, muffled and mailed to the Syreni of the North Atlantic.

A quick chat with a King

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We all have that little ” Hasan, Luigi, Tom, Julien, Miguel, Hongqi …..etc” in our neighborhoods. I’m talking about that kid who occupies the corner you may stop by for a couple of seconds to tie your shoelaces during your daily outing. He would sit for hours trying all the marketing tips he’s learned over the time at ” the University of Seasons and Seasons on the ground ”  to sell you  chewing gums,a nail clipper, a keychain or just a pack of tissues that could give the vividest denotation of heat, cold, loneliness, war, peace and fear, that was and still the most willing accomplice when sinning and the most placating solace when bewailing. A pack of tissues that comprehends that none of the mentioned tips could make this long-awaited detachment from his “Roi ” as soon as begging would.

The king supplicated !!!!!

In a planet where a porn star has millions of fans on social media and tons of food are wasted rather than donated ……. A real king is likely to beg. Actually he’s good at it, he even considers it a life-skill which endures just like riding a bicycle or pitching a tent appropriately and as there was a need for a first time to gain this skill, I was wondering when was the King’s premiere and here was the answer.

I begged him once to have a bite

Of his sandwich

 I begged her mom so we hang out 

She was a bitch

I begged their sister for love the sacred 

I was mortified…. I developed hatred

He knew I was amazed by the way he speaks.

He knew I underestimated him.

He knew I thought he’s unlettered.. so he added.

I am the King and I’m lucky

The best poet is a friend

And he enlightened me

The victims of genius are clients

And they taught me

It’s by the painter and his beloved

I was worshiped 

And by the monk and his God 

I was venerated

It was a struggle, a hardship I should admit

A fight to which I was challenged

But with Neptune and Uranus 

I was blessed

As when a cop scolded

There was a hippie to cheer up

And when an ugly disgusted

There was a cute to joy me up

I didn’t say Adios as I went. The king is easy to find

I just winked, smiled, hand-slauted him and wished I could be a king for a while

 

Don’t cry

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Don’t cry 

You will be both fine and happy 

And by the end of the ugly tomorrow 

You will meet him

The right …. the one ….. the perfect

And don’t fret

He will clear them 

The ashes of my memory 

The pain of my loss

And the sourness of the sorrow

And don’t sap …

Don’t tire …

And don’t surrender !

He is right there

To glue that part of you

That has to be fixed

To recraft what used to be abused

What I once called mine

ON SUFISM ————- feeling thankful

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OH ALLAH !!!!!

I’M HEALED

I NO LONGER WORRY

I WON’T AGONIZE

I’VE SEEN THE BEAUTY

THE KARMA HIT ME

THE BIRDY WINKED 

I’M REVOLVING 

I FORGOT HOW TO HATE 

I’M FINALLY WISE 

— I once have wished —

I once have wished 

There was a planet 

where I plus you equals you

 

I once have wished 

That at night as in the morning 

the sun shone

So I can surf those wrinkles 

Slide along your lips 

Drift, bounce, fall and shift 

And proudly announce

I located beauty 

I once have wished 

I could chaperone you

So I voetsak

Out of the land of Right

And shoo the guilt away

 

I once have wished 

Death was a party 

And Azrael was a welcomed advena

So I recommend his comradeship 

So I smile as we parted

— Unjealous —

The lover is sorry………..

It took him hundreds

Of cold moonless nights

To learn how to share his beloved

With the wind and the sidewalks

With a jasmine she picked on the way home

And a child she kissed

With the sand in her shoes

And a moment she missed

With the last verse of a song

She doesn’t know the libretto

So she mumbled

With the memory of a lamented father

She couldn’t find in him

He who loves her the most

Deemed dividing a loss

And judged splitting a sin 

He no long worships 

The moon nor the sun

The lover tired

The lover is dying

She said

Thank you for the purely fearful glances

I might have danced with the globe

But those were all Dosados

It’s the last step, the final move

The eternal fall that matters

And it’s yours forever

Will you call it ……. ? I won’t !!

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And now I wonder

How could I make it 

All those years without you

Will you call it a triumph

I won’t !!

Wasn’t it witless to waive a reality

To a  mirage

To forgo a villa to a gunyah

Will you call it a smart deal

I won’t !!

She said ………….

Why do we have to be

Knee-deep, Chest-deep then neck-deep in mud

To sink, to drown, to die reaching the shore

Will you call it a choice 

I won’t !!

I’m coming

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Because I saw you

In my dreams smiling

At the end of the road 

With the trees at the shoulders 

I’m coming

Because I know you

Know we will both

Be old and ugly

Those who loved who we were 

Yesterday will

Scarcely sympathize with

The poor creatures we 

Are tomorrow 

Thus I’m coming 

I hated my tent and I’m

Too weak

To build on my own

The shanty 

Being a lonely wolf used to give

Delight and cruising

Solely is no longer engaging

So I’m coming

Be there be you

the Valkyrie

Who loved my stories

And the Sufi me  

As I’m coming