The hours

Slipping through my fingers

the hours toss a fortune

filled with illusion

with memories of fine tune

unraveling secrets

of people who passed

their words engraved in silence

into stillness to last

 

A foul play time does act

trapping the mind in delusional fact

ticking fast

when the heart pace is slow

and creeping slow

with the heart ticking fast

 

For hours I prepare

to host the awaited time

at the hollow space

my eyes stare

accomplices in the fatal crime

of destined humanity

in search for eternity

out of this ephemeral chain

all my power to drain

hour by hour

the time I devour

doubles the numbing pain.

Thursday, April 6, 2017

 

Panic

Have you ever felt trapped

inside your own mind

only to see the world in foggy haze?

have you ever felt your heart race

in a rush only to find yourself

lost in an endless maze?

have you ever awaken with a jolt

in the middle of the night

trying to catch a breath

to consume in your internal fight?

have you tried to seize the hour

slow down the pace of exhaustion?

have you felt worthless

unwanted

your mind in ultimate distortion?

 

bear with me my friend,

my shields are broken

my oars sail to no shore

and every word I have spoken

sends shivers to my core;

I am fragile

allow me to collect my pieces

I am volatile

my worry never eases;

this I tell you now

as tomorrow I may not speak

I may have gone feeble

too weak to withstand

the attack

but I will never cease to be

I will forever fight back.

Friday, March 24, 2017

In the Sun

Today I sat in the sun

enveloped by its warm lux,

my worries I left to sink

and cursed the night

that lurks in the shadows

of passengers strolling the way

into a null existence;

As I surrendered to the charm,

my worries did melt

and the sun lit the way

to immortality

earnest

heartfelt

 

Today I sat in the sun,

and there I sat for long

your image in my head

a reflection of all light

an illumination of tomorrow

a spark of possibility;

and I love you

Trust I do;

under the sun

in the moonlit dark

the truth revealed;

and as the heart aches

in the sun,

the dormant soul it wakes

is never again to be healed.

Saturday, Feb 25, 2017

 

My Window

Sitting at my window

lights randomly stray

the night majestic

a muse of silence

burgeon of the soul

 

Sitting at my window

I merge with my dream

I am the earth

longing for the rain

the renaissance

the new dawn

quenching the thirst

for a hand

 

Sitting at my window

you are all I see

unattainable

fathomless

your face

my composure

the only haven

to harbour my tears

my essence of joy

 

Sitting at my window

you are my dream

a flicker of light in a distance

I will not reach

and as I leave my window,

you remain.

Mon, Spet 12, 2016

Amidst Summer

Amidst Summer

I yearned for fall

lavish

colourful

auspicious and pristine

an untarnished execution of

the sublime;

and amidst fall

you came along

unraveling secrets

of beauty

yet unknown to my eyes;

and your heart of gold essence

the glory of fall

did match

bracing your soul

with infinite enchantment

and charms;

and amidst the falling rain

I had my endless fall

in your arms.

Friday, Sept 23, 2016

Your Face

Tonight it rains in my heart

and as the storm rages,

your voice summons the night

like a luscious dream of melancholy;

and I dare not speak,

for any utterance would shatter

this cathartic scheme of agony;

And I love your face,

the refinement of all human grace;

how precious the seconds I steal

to glance at that face!

to study every move

treasure the imperfections

then dream away in oblivious retreat

unchained;

Drunk I am

Sober I wish not be,

for your face is

this perfect twist in my sobriety

Sept 17, 2016

For Your Eyes

For the eyes of my children

I will embrace

mysteries long forsaken,

Break the norm of quietude

Usher in chaotic schisms

Undo the wrong

Whip the scorns of time

Tear the vows of sanity;

For the eyes of my children

I will transform into a nymph

Dispose of my past

Emulate the colors of the sun

Project myself into eternity

Detach from my being

to merge with their smiles;

For the eyes of my children

I would chase the fleeting dream

Build a minaret in the sky

Rejoice in the ‘Fields of Reeds’

Celebrate innocence and peace

Offer a piece of my heart

a fragment of my soul

Yes…This and much more I would do

for the eyes of my children.

 

 

Reflection

In fifth grade, they once rewarded us (some of my friends might remember this incident) and had us each read a story and explain it to a KG 2 student. It was the best day of my life! I remember how proud I was of myself. They gave me this responsibility , and I wanted to prove I could do it successfully. Our reward was pure and mutual joy for both us and the little children we were supposed to entertain. It was more than that actually; I learned that the real meaning of joy is in giving and helping others. I do not remember any other concrete , material prize I was given, for possessions lose all value once owned. What we should foster in children is intrinsic motivation that creates in them a spirit of authentic , unconditioned joy. Nowadays, most reward systems rely on conditioned, extrinsic motivation: ” if you behave well, you get a point. If you get ten points, you get a ball!” what the heck! what will happen when the child gets the ball? It sounds more like an entrapment we devise for children:” no decent behavior, no points.” As if positive attitude must be conditioned and paid for!!! We must encourage positivity for the sake of self-fulfillment and communal service only!! Children must not be taught mechanical, materialistic, artificial responses. We need to give them a chance to GIVE their best for FREE!! But that necessitates a lot of instructional planning, which, of course, most teachers and coordinators would fight and avoid. A plain ball is much cheaper and faster to roll!

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Happy Sharp Teacher’s Day!

Miss Sharp wore her long pink skirt and buttoned her white collared shirt.  She chose her pink shoes this time because she wants her clothes to match perfectly; she has to be the ideal model of perfection at the teachers-parents’ conference.  Teacher’s day is one week from now, so she had better leave a good impression if she wanted to please her ludicrous and generous clientele.

Miss Sharp is a sharp woman.  She has a sharp nose, a sharp voice, and a sharp eyesight; she would spot a flea anywhere in the classroom, and she would smash it with one sharp blow of her hand!  Lately, some kids in her first-grade class have been innocently and mistakenly calling her Miss Shark because when she got mad (which happened very often), she would rub her razor-like teeth against each other and crack her jaw open just like a wild shark!

Miss Shark, ouch! Sharp, has sharp and strict rules imposed in her class: First, every student in class must stand when she walks in.  Those who forget to do it are made to stand up for the whole period.  Miss Sharp also insists that everyone reads her mind and gives one answer to her questions.  One day, she asked Sami: “What color are dogs?” Sami had a Beige dog, so he answered: “Dogs are beige.”  Miss Sharp used her red eye to cast her spell on little Sami, then she replied in her regular sharp tone,“ No, Sami! Dogs are black!”  Of course Sami, who has always been terrified of sharks, agreed and even apologized for his foolish and rash answer.  Sami spread the rumor in the school, in his house, in his neighborhood and town, and now everyone believes dogs are black, even the dogs themselves!

Yes, Miss Sharp is so sharp that she insists that everyone in class gets sharp A’s.  If those A’s were not sharp enough, she would have them sharpened or replaced with genuine ones.  All sharp A’s students are made to sit in VIP- (Very Important Person) labeled chairs, in the front row of Miss Sharp’s class.  The other students, with the less privileged B’s and C’s have to take their positions in the remaining seats labeled: Person at the back and in the corners of the classroom.

Of course, all that and more happened and happens before the teachers-parents’ meeting.  Today is a new day.  At meetings with parents, Miss Sharp acts less sharply like all the other sharp teachers of her kind: she looks perfect, sounds perfect, and pretend-plays.  What happens in class is a secret that only Miss Sharp’s students can tell… if they dare.

A story inspired mainly by the sharp teachers who taught me in grade 5 and by those I meet regularly.

 

Angelique Fallah , March 2, 2012

Rosy

Rosy was never satisfied of the way she looked.  Why in the world was she born a cow? She was grazing all day next to Mr.Elegant’s horses. Those horses, unlike her and her family though, remained lean, light, and graceful no matter how much they ate. They could gallop all day over the fence, around the ranch while she struggled her way through the meadow. That was not fair! Rosy was not even sure anymore that eating green grass as some say, helps one stay fit and healthy.  Her cholesterol was rising, and her legs were getting heavier every day. Her friend advised her to see the family vet, Doc. “This one,” her friend told her, “can do magic, they say. Maybe he can solve your problem.”

Frantically, Rosy went to Doc and asked him to change her diet. She was convinced that eating meat would be the solution to her heart and muscle ache.  Maybe if she ate meat, she thought, she would be able to change herself from a stout, depressed cow into a fierce and self-confident lion. That way, she told her doctor, she would become respected and feared by her herd and neighbors. She would wander in the wilderness, proud of her noble race (lions are said to be the kings of the jungle). The doctor was confused: ” I am sorry”, he explained, “I cannot change your diet because you will die if I do.” Rosy was puzzled: “Why? I just want to be different! they told me you can do magic!” The doctor replied: “I can not change your diet.  You have to change your mind. That is the real magic.” Rosy was now even more lost:” How can I change my mind, Doc? I do not understand! I just want to be free! I do not want to look fat; I do not want to be slow; I do not want to be ugly; I want to be loved! The doctor answered: “Well, I do not want to be called Dumb (Doc is a donkey, and some folks think he is dumb); I wish I had shorter ears, but, you know what, I have learned to love what I am, and because I love myself, my friends love me and I have become a doctor as you see.  It is all in the mind, dear Rosy. Change your mind, and all your heartache and pain will disappear. That is the magic that will set you free.”

Rosy went home to her family.  Mum was worried about Rosy and gave her a big cow kiss. “Wow! no horse or lion could blow a kiss like that!”, Rosy thought to herself.  Rosy looked at mum, dad, baby Roseanne her sister; they were all beautiful.  She looked at her neighbors, the horses, clopping,trotting, thumping the ground like thunder; they were beautiful too. Rosy felt something new this time.  She was happy.  She did not want to be a horse or a grumpy lion. She loved being around them, but she just wanted to be with her family; that is where she belonged. For the first time,Rosy’s heartache was gone. For the first time,  her feet were lighter. For the first time, she felt beautiful. Doc’s words worked like magic!

Angelique Fallah,

Feb 29, 2012