Facebook: By Heja Sindi

 friendship request
another try... a cyber disguise
crossing a broken bridge 
carefully
where manhood falls down
and both of us know 
 firewalls of a minded culture
 burns whatever...decent innocence 

friendship added!

secretly

please forgive me

I am not holding anyone
I am not close to anywhere
just a gipsy domain 
telling me lies  
where hands never touch
and eyes don't capture
yet minds are dragged into 
a sensible web

'Like'ing starts...cautious wait
time passes by
then comes the reply..
trrra rra!
Its a ':)' that opens
doors of captured hopes
 makes my day, keeps me high
and spiraled imaginations
smiling... 
behind a lousy screen

am talking to me
(whispering) should I... 
send at this late night 
an 'off line message' ? 
:/
DON'T!
yes DO it
no DON'T..
be a clown :S
pride is one click away 
from this keyboard 
 and crowded senses 
at a 2am monologue  

'Tag' and wait then wait again 
then 'Poke'
a forth move
 keeping me in touch
whenever a 'Comment'
chases another
though silly
and tasteless words
and vulgar souls  
 can't wait
to see my reply

'Deactivate'd
 'Facebook' or Closebook!
'Wall' is plain
heart in pain
no trace, no face
not even a.. 
'Check in place' 
silence on page
no move
no breath

Summer is over
back again
posting
'Private Message'ing 
no matter what 
or ':)' ing one another 

 while 'Share'ing a passion  

and joyfull :Ds 
hosting our chats with 

buried feelings 

forever

 in Facebook pages 

  

Do you mind?

If I know you well

without even living with you

and not even quarreling with you

or being able to make you smile

if I tell you that your gift

is a mask, that keeps many

from being able to touch..

your heart and

move

your sole

do you mind

if I become so plain

and tell you that..

you have no time for me,

I know..

that ..

you are not even busy

with your own dreams..

yes I know

and do you?

if I speak on behalf of..

your eyes

and tell others

to keep their misleading..

dreams..

away from  you

and If I say to the whole world

that your absence

is what provokes, me

thinking more of you

more than if I see you

well, I guess you don’t

if I shout at him and her

to leave you

to set you free

from all the lies that

they have lived, yet

want you to share

with them

No, I guess you won't mind anyway

لقاء الوداع

                                                    

                           وأبتلعتكٓ التلال ثانية

فغابت عينايّ لحظة

كلماتك تهرع وراءك

تجري

في فمي..تداعبني برأفة

نظراتك شوق..لهيب

دموع

تودعني بلهفة

و عطرك صمت..حفيف يوقضني

في اللحظة

يا من ملئت فيٌ ابوتك

والكلمة

والرفقة

إيه ياقدر!

إيه يا أجل!

أأنت الوفاء..أأنت البصر؟

أعدت تواسي ام عدت لتهزل؟

رحل الأحباب

رحل ألأصحاب

فكنتَ أنتَ..و كنتَ ياقدر

إيه يا تلال

أيتها المومياء

لازلتِ كما أنتِ

و لا زلتُ كما أنا

بلا بهاء..بلا دهاء

عهدي بكِ حصناً..نشيداً

يحفظ الأباء

فأعلي جبالاً مخضرةً

  أو غادري تاركةً لناظري

سراباً من إباء

أنا هنا

أهلي هناك

و انت يا تلال

مازلتما أنت و القدر..تتعانقان

تتهامسان

بلا حياء..بلا وفاء

د.هيَذا سندى

كتبت في ربيع ١٩٩٩ أثناء توديع والدي في منطقة فايدة "الحدود أَنذاك بين دهوك والموصل" بعد زيارته لي سرآ للأطمئنان علي. الوالد كان تحت الإقامة الجبرية في بغداد أثر سجنه من قبل النظام العراقي السابق ولم يكن بمقدوره الهرب تماماً قبل التأكد من سلامة وصول والدتي الى كوردستان لاحقاً.

منشورة في مجلة متين 1999 عدد 92 

Dohuk Tonight

an old man passes
in a fancy drive
by this hidden city
where hearts get ceased by jealous rips
and magical carpets full of tiny lights..
hiding lonely stories and innocent gossip
black gardens hanged by pearls
and stars..
hallowed by shying hopes
that's you tonight
my home town

same old plot, new passion
two masculine mountains...
staring at each other; who frees the captured soul
resting in between!
who lives there...
who smiles here..
who wonders if some one is thinking of you..
or doubts that someone cherishes another...
in my home town

Like every week at this time..
winds from the crowded capital
blow, push me, like a sail
then steadly cradled
by welcomig breezes
in early galleys of my town
gently pulling the drive
while scanning memories
chasing far away thoughts
of an old man
driving thru this highway
tonight
cross my home town

*photo of Dohuk from internet

بێ دەنگی

دەمێ بێ دەنگ دبی
‌سیتاڤ بێ خودانن
‌بهێن بێ گولاڤن.، درەون
‌تەیر هاردبن و بوخو دخوینن
‌سەرما دبیتە هڕچەکا هار و
هزرێن من ‌
 بێ دەنگیا لدور من
 من دادعیرن
‌من بەرزەدکن

‌دەمێ تو بێ دەنگ دبی
‌بهار خو ژ زڤستانا ڤەناقەتینن
‌سەیرانی دلنگن
‌کەسکاتی خو ژ شیناتیێ بەردت
‌ژبەر بارانه کا شەرمین
ڕەنگێن خو بەردن
‌دەمێ بێ دەنگ دبی

هێژا سندی
10/3/2011

'Pieces fallen from a puzzle' By Heja Sindi

Piece 39:

a stranger looking around

for you

without

knowing you

reaching out

your presence

through the shadows

names

and home odor

to safely walk him

through

Piece 41:

a set up encounter

backed with innocent foolishness

and

hungry selfishness

to share with you the loneliness

the fear

of new faces

and

troubled thoughts in

exile

Piece 86:

friends

advice

direction

rescue

from the evil intentions

while promises

to pass and to good a morning

keeps falling down

cruelly whispering :p

'there is no a tomorrow'

Piece 42:

trust

what happens in Disney land

stays in Dream Land!

handing over the keys

of a black stallion

that flyed you

to the wildest dreams

while this ever ride

made the stallion

a forever antique

Piece 10:

brilliant look

forgotten name

skeptic

unsure

maybe evil will remorse

giving out the keys

holding on to the sparks

of a Vegas Sunday night!

Piece 25:

mates again

sarcasm

advice

relief

from mountains

laying on a thin chest

yet pain is a disguised joy

for evil is sometimes

hiding in our chests

not in the mountains

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