Humanity call

Humanity call

All what he heard was a scream. A girl screaming for help. He ran to that voice to find a girl alone in middle of a lot of men. She was begging them to let her go. But they didn’t listen to her or even heard her voice that was talking to their lost humane side.

He stood in front of her protecting her with his body and strength. Despite he was alone, they were afraid; not because he is an officer or that he has a gun but because he is a real man amid of some heartless beasts.

Yet this didn’t prevent them to attack him and were almost about to kill him when she throws herself over him saying “you tear me from him, my life before his”.   Being hopeless and hearing the police siren, they run away.

With the dawn light, the officer was severely injured opened his eyes to find the girl whom was defending is the same one who hit his father in a car accident last year.    

Imprisoned kiss

Imprisoned kiss

They met without any previous appointment; Two cars adjacent to one another. They were sitting in the back seats: A woman reading a file and a girl in the other car playing with her doll. Their eyes met once. It was a rainy day. Road is slippy and cars like turtles.

The woman smiled to the little girl, moving her nose and making funny faces; a monster, a dead body its tongue out and crazy woman. The little girl was amazed and finally she laughed at her comic faces. She tried to send her a kiss but cars separated with few meters.

For seconds the woman thought of herself ten years ago, when she was engaged and broke up then engaged then broke up. Now is the first time to face herself with the truth. She was afraid of failing as a mother. She pretended it is self asserting by hard work. But only her self confidence was the only reason.

She kissed her palm and wanted to throw it for the baby girl. All of sudden the cars were running fast. She couldn’t see the little girl whom she wished to her daughter. After years of hard working, travelling and being a famous business woman, she discovered she lost her opportunity to be a mother; All because her lack of self confidence.

In middle of all this, a voice of little kid awoke her up. It was her, the same girl laughing to see her again. She opened her hand and said “a kiss for you imprisoned in my hand all the way long baby”. Then cars parted each in a way. 

Love as I see

Love as I see

He came back as usual. Smiled, hugged and kissed him, but I found a piece of ice in my arms. He got his launch as if forcing bites through his throat. I looked at someone I don’t know him at all; only a body of someone like my husband. But no way he is not mine.

After a while, he embraced me in his arms, but I couldn’t feel his heart beating or his warmth. I only felt heavy weight suffocates me. Left seeking some fresh air. I heard him sobbing; I touched his cheek and wiped away that peal tear.  I hugged him tightly and felt he is back again to me.

He handed me a paper and read it. He can’t be a father. Smiled to him and said “you can be my father, lover, best friend and son too. Hugged me and I rested on his chest and felt so near to that heart that love me that much. Paper fell from my hand and closed my eyes feeling so loved and safe. 

Mirror painting

Mirror painting

Only few steps from the gallery door, she saw a painting, a wonderful one: a woman sitting her knees covering her chest and her arms around her knees. On her shoulders an Embroidered Scarf. She couldn’t go away from that painting. She went into another world imagining how a painter could paint such a woman and revealing all that sadness although her eyes are not seen. It is only her side was apparent. Yet this girl stared and gazed at the painting all the time.

The painted woman wore nothing but an embroidered scarf. “She can’t be a model” the whispered to herself. She is so real, too sad, and extremely lonely; abandoned and weeping without tears. “You seem a narcissist”, a man said. “What?”She asked. “You are staring in this mirror for two hours now” he replied. “A mirror” she is shocked, and tried to say an explanation but failed. She raised the embroidered scarf over shoulders and logged in the gallery but couldn’t see anything except that painting in the mirror.

Sea & wine

Sea & wine

Once there was a man drunk

Sitting on seashore but sunk

In depth of Love Ocean, he saw

A mermaid shinning with rainbow

Thought he is in a lovely dream

His face enlightened by her beam

When she smiled, he felt dizzy

Only with her he become busy

Together danced without music band

She sways with water in his tender hand

Their love can’t ever put in one state

First time to see man& mermaid mate

Diving in love’s sea it is never too late

Living the dream and opining heart gate  

Rosa Damascena, Jory

Rosa Damascena, Jory

It is 5:00 am. She passed away a second ago.  Mother goes to wake her up, but no answer. Daughter, daughter, Jory she called with no use. Mother broke down in a trauma. Everyone knows now that the 2o years old girl died that fast and simple without any prior alarms!

It is 2:00 pm. They buried her. In funeral, people saw each other. Some never had seen each other before. Some were too away from one another. They at last gathered that day. It is 3:00 pm. They go back again to their usual life.

Days and months passed, corpse started to dissolve. Some worms get out seeking their mission. Years passed now she is only dust. Near her tomb grows a tiny shy bud, extracts her life from the girl’s dust and mixed with her.  After days the bud becomes a blooming rose, Rosa Damascena. Jory relives again in the petals of that rose and her life goes on no matter how. 

One man….. Enough!

One man….. Enough!

One woman is not enough

A man wants million women to love

When asked he’d say every woman has a taste

But isn’t it also that every man differently taste best?