Made to Trade?

A learned speaker once told me to be direct,

I would assume he was a professor of shade,
Painting my quality through an iron object,
Or pottery of poetry within castles to be made,
So I did, hidden symbolic letters to resurrect,
Whilst my deep secret passions I so forbade,
Strangers of unknown origins eyes to suspect,
For the innocence of one’s self has decayed,
Apart from that I wrote outdoors to recollect,
Earth Whisperers hinting for a danger to evade,
For a direct poem I needed a subject to select,
Here, a couple of shiny dirhams for us to trade.
Thursday, 15thof September 2011

Next

The Time has deceived new fleshes and one diamond,

This delicate carbon’s radioactivity burnt many fruits,
This despicable leaf regrew its stalk but soon to shatter,
Broken heart, boiled brains, blasted limbs for star’s trash,
Infamous galleries selling unwanted portraits of lazy wells,
And I have spoken to Time to rewind; to reverse; to delete,
Though, it seems a fruit welded the broken iron chains,
And its flesh has become ghastly dwelling on rotten mud,
And sounds of wisdom call for followers to retrieve it,
Except, the eminent Time has now gathered a crown.
Friday, 14thJanuary 2011

At the Bus

I just arrived at the bus stop tired as she took off,
Waited for an express route to reach before her,
But our meeting had to be postponed another day,
My mind soon forgot her as days turned into years,
Then, thirteen past five in the afternoon I saw her,
Just missed the bus I was in as she ran to the stop,
I kept my eyes on her figure as she blurred away,
Far into the horizon hoping she would catch up,
But the heart left a small hope until the next day,
Or so I thought; yet, in reality it took extra years,
Another forgotten memory relapsed in a bus,
The official meeting, or so I dreamed or imagined,
Suffice to say, it was on that precise bus I met her,
Indeed, a meeting of many meanings or none at all,
It was fully crowded and no seats were available,
I walked to the end and stood as she did, too,
And there I was standing a breath away from her,
She kept looking at me straight into my eyes,
We stayed like this for the entire scenic journey,
No vast questions asked no vast answers inquired,
Then, I parted away into my own little life; normal.
 
Friday, 27th of May 2011