Another lazy Sunday
and I was reading Nizar Q again...
suitcase of tears
To someone who used to love me...

Dear Madame Bovary...


"Do you know, Charles, why the clock strikes? To announce the death of another hour." Emma Bovary.






Madame Bovary is myself - Flaubert

Muffled screams from yesterday...


Muffled screams.
Coming from under water.
‘Requiem for a dream’.
But it doesn’t matter.
I just need one scream
to scatter
all the frustration!
So much blood on the news today.
‘Les mains sales’ stares at me
Jean Paul Sartre stares at me
right from the coffee table,
and knows what I am talking about.
I don’t care who did what…
Gagged smiles
not to be seen.
Eyes covered by a screen
bleached hair
tweezed eyebrows
naked body
vaguely suppliant
on a divan…
‘kassik’
glasses clink
laughter echoes
lights dim
in the shadows…

(pic: The Scream by Edvard Munch)

Some java… and a terrace.
how could you? I ask.



How could you ‘objectively’
describe music without poetry?
How could you explain a color. a taste. a feeling.
Memories could be traced on an empty evening effortlessly.
I could tell you what happened methodically. sequentially.
But how can I tell to you what I heard?

I’m trying to mend the gap
where on the floor there is a crack.
rather a ‘falaise’ you would say.
Did you do this?
Fury, and pain, after all… this.
Get your coat we’re leaving.
Yes, now.
Leave it all behind.
I don’t care how far or long.
Yes, grab some stuff to take along.

Where did your thoughts lead you?
A painful secluded oasis inside you.
I hope you are happy now.

I stayed till the end of that day
I saw it all, heard it all
Then, left. And promised to call…

Will some one say something funny?
It’s getting depressing around me!

Variation sur un theme d'un visage...



I have a good side
a bad side
and they equal each other.
If they switch like in a mirror
I am unrecognizable
If I were only good, I'd look silly.
If I were only bad, it would be horrible.
Only the balance of both my sides makes me look regular!

Waiting for you waiting for me everyday...



looking at you looking at me everyday

some day. one day.. will come.
and I will be there.
looking down from where you are.
seeing you seeing me.
up there.
No one doing you any harm
while I'm not there,
and you...
always waiting for me
right by Madison square...

(to the flatiron bldg...)

Pillow talk

I love that you hide under your sunglasses,
and put on a lot of eye shadow
You don’t wipe the rain on your glasses
and you leave your beard to grow

You’re always barefoot even when cold
You.. even in June you’re cold

In a concert you prefer the intermission
You just love the few minutes before it begins

I love that you speak while you laugh
I love that you tear up when you laugh

I love that you don’t plan your life ahead
I love that you try to plan mine instead

I love that you never finish a day without me
I love that you always wait for me

I love that you forgot how much you love me
I love that you always remind me


I love you

I love you

"But soon, too soon the lover turns his eyes;
Again she falls, again she dies, she dies!
How wilt thou now the fatal sisters move?
No crime was thine, if 'tis no crime to love.
Now under hanging mountains,
Beside the falls of fountains,
Or where Hebrus wanders,
Rolling in meanders,
All alone,
He makes his moan,
And calls her ghost,
Forever, ever, ever lost!
Now with furies surrounded,
Despairing, confounded,
He trembles, he glows,
Amidst Rhodope's snows.
See, wild as the winds o'er the desert he flies;
Hark! Haemus resounds with the Bacchanals' cries.
Ah, see, he dies!
Yet even in death Eurydice he sung,
Eurydice still trembled on his tongue;
Eurydice the woods,
Eurydice the floods,
Eurydice the rocks and hollow mountains rung."

A. Pope
Music: Handel (Ode for St. Cecilia's Day)

Orpheus has lost his Eurydice…

Jean Baptiste Camille (Orpheus Leading Eurydice from the Underworld)

Nothing equals his grief.
What cruel fate! He succumbs to his pain.
Eurydice! Answer him. Listen to his voice.
What suffering! What misfortune!
Fatal silence! Vain hope!
He has lost his Eurydice…

Gluck (Orphee et Eurydice)