the tailor

seven in the morning, he wakes up

move out of his be slowely like a snake

she must not observe his movement

reach to his shop at nine,traffic jam

no, he has to pass by the city collage to see someone

who is studying psychology, in her twenties

does she mind a tailor, over fifty one?

it looks like, she smiles back

his heart beats grow stronger..

the phone rings, darling i am awake

not feelin well, please come back home

i need to go to the clinic..

the tailor is confused now..

thought about it many times..

it is crazy, he went with a new destiny;

kept him in coma..

Manhattan..

she is leaving tonight..

to a destiny; everlasting..

meaningless blossoms..

can not taste tulips..

feel my heart beats; never mind her now..

Manhattan, play the blues till dawn..

she dances alone..dark brown lips..

come back home and astonish the wolf again and again..

her curves sways…satin slim tiny dress..

hazel eyes; sick illusions…

lost in lust, com on over and play it now..

loneliness to sue you..

judged to fade in a desert..

do not be afraid…snakes went to Miami..

will be back with a divorce..

 

;ready to knee?..

…ease a devilish tantrum…..

..all the best with the endeavor..Gosh,

..once there, let us know the destination.

…enjoy the journey mate…

..sweet dreams filled of traces…

..traces of nobody, anybody will do.

..welcome aboard, the lost city, lost past, lost future, lost and still around hell..

..she is back.. are you ready;

…for another knee ??

..just can be nothin…

a successful business individual!!

a chess champion!!

a famous actress!!

a red carpet model!!

a poet!!

a blues pianist!!

a professor!!

a person with lots of friends; true ones!!

a talented fashion designer!!

a great parent!!

an unforgettable lover!!

livin in an ancient youth; stinks-

further notable in all aspects;

Rachel, one day you will be something,

when he returns…best case scenario, before dooms day.

now, just hang on there darlin….

 

From a distance

Watching lovers;

Sunshine blinds her dreams;

Golden angles surround dining table;

Yesterday gone astray;

No idea how to turn her on;

Ground beneath cracked;

Tribal fought all Summer,

Never got her back,

feeling cur; still?

leave darkness, enjoy winter,

you will hear that one day,

teacher fainted; pregnant?

never married,  lost in desert’s snow,

the wolf; the father..wandering along sandy beach,

understand?  feel denial,

your turn honey; hum it at dawn;

never from a distance. Tonight at least….

The man with a tummy

Last summer he started a harsh diet to get rid of his relatively projected tummy. All he wanted to do is to please you. He leaned and played you devil blues, took you for a three weeks’ vacation to Asia. Unfortunately, you are still murmuring,’’ I am not comfortable and just cannot tolerate him any more’’.

Dear, think about this, is he kind, gentle, caring? Is he stubborn? Or all you wanted is your freedom? Is it only because of his tummy or there are other concerns, thoughts, plans? Failing to convince yourself, then is it an intricate end or a very fancy start? Beware of freezing tears of regret; left depleted, un hugged, lonely, and churned with sadness. Well, never mind last summer dear; another false good old days. Do you still think that he is the only pale reality in life-once freed? Keen to be, once more alive. Can you elaborate further please? The end blossom looms.

..call Dad..

Out of sadness.. Into depression..

Wasting your life; no love in the horizon..

Alternate loneliness and despair.

Can never cry out what so ever;

Even when bleeding, Even once blessed.

Can never shout it: damn it..

Sacrifice your existence, for happiness, if ever.

Is it worth it? are you willing to?

Surely; today at least! Otherwise,

Will you be granted another chance, if ever?

Then, would you answer someone’s whispers:

Till when you can still swallow a life that stinks?

Now, call Dad: Just can not keep on playing the Blues anymore.

 

 

Imaginary Friends

At the age of four, they used to be neighbors. The mothers baked bread for the whole village. And in the carnival, sweets served with tea and juice. Years gone by at the speed of light. They finished high school and joined college in different countries.

Yes, still remembering the good old days when they used to eat fresh hot bread from mother. And still crave for the days when they ride bicycles up the bushy mountain collecting figs and racing turtles. Life was rosy, grass was green, and humming birds sang all night. Now, the hardly see each other. Family responsibilities and distance made it hard to be together.

They met after eight years at the carnival. Sweets and juice were served. However, this time it was imported. Mothers are there no more. Despite death; a reality manifests. Now time to face the truth, imaginary friends; they were…

Sad Loop

Solidarity echoes are inevitable,

Over tulip fields, traces are looming,

At down, his stomach sores with anger,

Pleasing siblings and orphans at dinner,

Oh no, Never mind me tonight,

It is just another night in a sad loop; my life.