On One more Answer

- "...Who are you, then? "

- "I'm part of that power which eternally wills evil and eternally works good"

Goethe, FAUST

On Being Trapped

- Did you know that scorpions sting themselves to death if trapped in fire?

- It's a myth about scorpions; they never do that!

- Anyway, it's the myth that I like

- .......

On Little Mistakes

I went forward ;but it did follow me
It looked simple and peaceful; so I kept it home with me

Years passed, and I still couldn't part with it
It grew taller than me
It grew wilder than me

Too late I realized that past mistakes are the most dangerous pets

On Middle Eastern Dialog

Gentlemen, please let me say, your words made a deep impression on me
Your words simply penetrated my soul

"Then, why do not you make your point, since we are having such
a good talk??"

Well, I just wanted to suggest that you direct your words to some other parts
For this one is badly bleeding, this one is broken, and I no longer feel my right arm

"Oh, we totally agree with your point. Sometimes you have the right to choose on which spot you wish to receive our words"

Thank you, gentlemen!
I'm learning word by word how to maintain a dialog
I'm so privileged that this is not a monologue

On Bigger Shoes

Thank you, uncle
For giving me new shoes

Do not be offended, but Mom said they are of no use
For there are no parks left to roam
For even desert scorpions no longer bite
For even snakes can hardly rise their heads
There is nothing to step on but well-hidden mines
Bombs and ashes have eaten all the roads

Did I tell you?
I was not there when an angry rocket entered our home
My family and the angry rocket shared the same room

I never knew how to count those pieces
For I haven't learnt that number, yet, in school

Some said the rocket was sent by you
Some said it was those from a different neighbourhood
The woman on news said it was the terrorists - assured us they will lose!
A man, with glasses, shouted "Who else but the Jews?"

See?
Keep them for those kids of yours
For they will know better what to do with a new pair of shoes
Do not tell this secret, uncle:

Our crying teacher said to us one morning,

"Few of you will wear bigger shoes"

On My Kind

Admit it:

"Me and my kind are forever"

You can not stop me
You can not stop us

For I am your honest foe!

Admit it

Even when I leave; my kind will last forever

On Middle Eastern Hugs

He always wanted to put his arms around her and give her a hug
But in that part of the world people never hugged

He was told that men should never give hugs; men use their arms only to fight and strangle other men
She was told that women should never give hugs; women use their arms to hail and wave for the men killing one another

He dreamt of one little hug; he dreamt of one little real hug
But she always cried in fear when she remembered her father's arms

And then came the day when they finally did hug. This news turned into an ugly crow and flew into the city
Everyone knew their shameful secret:
They were in love

Brothers locked their sisters in; mothers told them horrifying stories
Fathers sharpened their knives

When the angry men surrounded them they were still hugging.
And when they had their last breath; they were still hugging
And when they buried them right there; they were still hugging

A century later,a thoughtful archaeologist tried to bring them apart;
they clang together; he tried harder

tears were seen on the ground
Few only noticed it was not the archaeologist who cried!

Centuries later, the ugly crow is still in town!

On Stripes and Bars

No one could explain to him what was the secret with those stripes.
He simply admired the bright equal stripes.

He spent the nights counting them; but then he spent the mornings trying to remember the number.
He was always trying to comprehend the stripes.

He would reach them; grab them; count them thoroughly; but then suddenly they would slip through his fingers:
They would become so wild.
They would start dancing in circles around him; he had to stay always in the middle.

He woke up one morning and realized that he now saw the sun decorated with stripes; even the faces of those around him were all painted with bright red stripes.
That morning he realized how the stripes had become like prison bars.
How they encircled him and turned into solid, steel bars
He now looked at life only through the bars.
But life may never notices him for it rarely sees those who live and die behind bars.

On Bad Paintings

Oh, Mommy, whenever I tried to draw you; I was so ashamed of my painting.
I drew so bad

I grew up and drew you no more
I made so many mistakes; I made you cry so many times; I've been eternally ashamed
Now that I've ran out of words; now that I've become so aware of your beauty; now that I want to throw myself in your arms and cry:
Would you accept this little bad drawing that I made?
I couldn't draw the rest; I could not see through my tears.
Forgive me Mommy; Forgive me for I have never learnt from you how to paint.

On Painful Deals

Under the spreading chestnut tree
I sold you and you sold me
There lie they, and here lie we
Under the spreading chestnut tree

"1984" G. Orwell

On Giving Up

“TWEET TWEET TWEET TWEET TWEET….”

You wanted to have your small nest on the highest tree. Teach the kids to fly; teach them to love their wings

“TWEET TWEET ….TWEEEEEEET….. TWEET… TWEET….

I love you, how could you leave?

“TWEET… TWEET .. TWEET TWEET…. TWEET TWEET ….”
I never wanted you to have an eagle's wing

“TWEET TWEET TWEET TWEET TWEET TWEET…..”
I never thought your head will bow to the wind

“TWEET …TWEET…. TWEET ………TWEET ……TWEET …….TWEET”

Why did you try to touch the skies knowing you had the weakest wings?

TWEET..TWEET..TWEET..TWEET..TWEET..TWEET

I knew one day you would leave

TWEET TWEET TWEET

But, I love you, tweet tweet tweet !!!!

I love you and I love your small wings

TWEET

Why did you leave?