Anonymity

Anonymity
son of irony
bless your mother
for she knows not
what she did
to a man’s heart
made of a philosopher’s stone
her days are over
but the scars of indifference
in a child’s heart
grow into anonymity

I pray to rumi, kahlil gibran and
Pablo neruda
and other great poet
that the depth and warmth
in their wisdom
find their way
to reconnect a man’s male ego
to pure vulnerability
make a man understand acceptance
without reason
better still
appreciate intimacy for love
learn to thrust
grow with openness for the
unknown
for there are thousand possibilities

son of the universe
let the woman advanced for her age
mark your palm with love
and walk with you to find the path
closer to your heart
so that the blessings made by a
small sharp stone
shall create healing ripples
in the pond of incompatibility

let the woman
write more poetry
until the man who lost
a soul
finds his way home
to love
and to live

son of mythology
let the alchemist
turn the stone into gold
let the man’s empty heart
become a willing receptacle
to innocence and spontaneity

lovers of music, books and movies
allow the lesson of love
be thy guiding map
to reveal a profound exchange
of the simple everyday truths
and so the woman as the nurturer
saves a man from insecurities
for feeling less of a lover
for not being able to reciprocate

I pray once more
that the man shall not take
the woman’s affection
into his head
for it belongs
to the heart
Pizza turns cold

just in time for the
middle east war
anonymous intimacy started
when strangers took
each other’s hand
and risked the nearness

the romance was an adventure
too short
that may have ended
before it started
feverish but lavished
with trills

let love prevail even
in the midst of war
should love end
shall the war start

this poem is offered
just like the flowers upon your feet
i make peace with you
and myself so
tonight I can sleep

poetry can be a potent weapon

that may kill a lover
give birth to sarcasm
and awaken the witchcraft
called indifference

oh romeo
hear my heart
that wish you only well
nothing else
my poetry is my
gift of love to you
and not meant to poison
your soul


should you blamed for such
straight forwardness
let me take the crime and
punishment
and may the lessons from such
candid expressions
make strangers even the
least of friends
in war
love has ended
butterflies and
tension come alive

it hurts to hurt
it is grave to feel insignificant
my ego self has now

become a woman
vulnerable to man’s judgments
waiting for the lover
to come for dinner

let my heart bleed once more
let me die another death
let me grieve over love and
for matters of the heart

if this means to become
fully human

it is hard to imagine
that life is full of irony
and love is tragedy
as the pizza turns cold

i dare not to speak my heart again
for fear triggered and
my heart turn numb
my pen is crying dry tears
but I pray to be brave
to embrace the indifference

i can only wish
that each one shall find
the love to cherish
in life and in war