Just Saying!

The thing about him is
even with tragedy
of aloof living
his large inexperience
to the truth that
his attitude
never matching the age

Of course there were moments—
surreal and rare,
what makes his soul
forever virginal.

the 39 nine year old,
tested by sensual pleasure
with all poorish impurities
and purest thoughts

love for the first time
no half measures!

Qatari days!

Then,
I went out to the streets
Again
To dwelve in thoughts
Least by seeing
something of this city
That's old
That I love
Lil movements in
This souq!

October sun!

Thank gods for the sun!

Amorphous
like
the tranquile
that is
in the silence
of the burnt
cigarrete ashes
reminicing
sureal past

It can fill you up
like this forest
at dusk

Thank gods for the sun
if not for anything
else, its all empty
big emptiness
like a black hole...

Thank gods for the sun!

My Bodhi!

Then,
work,
I went out
to the bodhi,
went out to
change the mistakes
waited till its done
many things of this city
I hate,
no little movement
in the street,
in the shops

A lil cavafy
Parody
I shall call
this

Waves came crashing like a fist to the jaw...

I visit the
Beach, every
Chance that I get

For some reason
The sea has a
Strange hold
Over me

Without taking
The part, that
I'm a sailor
In my own rights

The notes
Of the
Breaking Waves

The stretch
Of the sand
Under the feet

Nothing changes
Never a subtle
Difference

Whoever said
Change is constant
I'm sure

Like vedder says

Never have
Been delivered wings

Given to fly!

C'est La Vie

On my night drives
To the abode
A bunch of the strays
Like the ones
N and I fed
Skippy
Fudgy
Spotty
Are fighting over
Some loaves
That
Someone has left
In the sidewalk

I pullover
To get closer
To the party

Hell ya,
They abandon the food
Taking shelters
To the wall
To the lamp post
To anything

They just want
To see me go

Except one
Which kept nibbling
An eye on the loaf
And eye to my eye
I don't think
He was the hungriest
He knew
I was harmless

Not my virtue!!!

Lovely garden
Beautiful nothings in contrast
South to north
The artificial limestones
Romantic
Silence
Meant for contemplation
Great companions
These little trees
Singing songs
Of solitude

Grow taller..
Can't wait

Patience
Is
Not
My
Virtue!