December Day

Tenderness of a cold breeze
Scatters the brownish earth in my eyes
As a wondering galaxy
In the path of unknowns
* * * * *
Take a deep breath, says grasshopper
As it is your last
And bow to your shadow
As a servant to a master
On the velvet morning
* * * * *
I can hear the footsteps
On dried leaves
Under maple trees
Along the Lovers Lane
And yet, the cold breaths
On my lips as the kiss of death
* * * * *
Moments of loneliness and contemplation
Yet, no reflection of the soul
In the dusk of December Day
And an empty riverbed of drought

Train

A train passes my route everyday
With many faces, sharing a path and many destinations
Swallowed and puffy, charming and attractive, many are
Where life goes from this platform? where ends?
Yellow grass on the edge of the railroad tells stories
Of travelers, lost in mist and fog of a clear day
On my route, a train passes everyday
At 8 o’clock, conductor is lost in his dreams,
All automated, no siren at crossing, and the risk is mine and yours.
Who will deliver the news when the car passes the crossing
and no horn cries Of the last warning of a lost destination?
I stare in the eyes of passengers, and do not see but nothingness
Rushed toward a point in time and space.

In God's eyes

Let’s be scattered in the kink of the wind
And swim in the bed of a tender silence
Let’s become eternal in happiness and sorrow
Between two parallel mirrors
Let’s become cloud and rain over
Mountains and fields
And wash away the blood spot from the grass
And say the essence of Jews, Moslems and Hindus
Yellow, black and white
Is the same in the eyes of God
Let’s wash away the prejudice
And present the crocodile and wolf
A bouquet of flower
And call for man and beast to reconcile

Mourning

In the night of deliverance
Where the last breathe of love
Faded away with the breeze of whispering lies
A prostitute of cheap emotion and expensive clothes
Vanished in the memories
I sat between two parallel mirrors
To mourn beyond immortality
For a man who did not know how to quit

Twin

From my past, there is a shadow, unknown to you
And known to me, ignored and abandoned
A leper of the souls, forgotten of love
Creeps in me in the dark of emptiness
And quasi happiness, blown out of proportion
A creature of night with no blood and no fangs
Harmless and vacant, no rage, no emotion
We were brothers, from the same womb
Born at the same time, intertwined
One body, two faces of doubt and faith
We grew together and no one noticed him
He was chained in light and free in dark
I was chained in dark and free in light
We divided our life in four
Hanged them to four seasons
And four corners of the world
He is gone his way, and I went my way
We meet occasionally at an empty table
No salute, no good morning and no good bye

Benny

He came to us on a hot summer day
A year and half ago when life was sad and gray
He was still a puppy of six months old
Lost most likely as we were told
I named him Benny after Benny Hill
For he was playful and silly after his meal
He was gentle and kind like spring air
White as snow the color of his hair
Black eyes, deep as moonless summer night
Full of energy, life and colorful light
Loved to lie down on my running shoes
Loving them, or chewing, his to choose
Grabbing my slippers and running in the house
This was his game, playing cat and mouse
He slept with us sometimes in our bed
At the foot and if cold next to my head
We dressed him like old farmer boys
In Christmas Holidays to play with his toys
He passed away last night without any reason
Our home is now cold and empty as the season
My heart is aching from pain and sorrow
From this great loss of today and tomorrow
Tears flow down of our faces night and day
To become river of loss to eternal sadness bay
He was an angle of goodness and love
God! You hold him in your arms now as your dove

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Note:
This poem is written in memory of Benny (our beloved companion) who passed away around 3:30 in the morning on 1/4/2009 without any sickness, probably from heart failure.
I found him in the parking lot of National Semiconductor In July 2007 when I was working there as process engineer. He was lost for days, if not weeks, and was very hungry. He was a puppy, 6-7 months old. I took him home and became one of my best friends.
He was about 2 years old at the time of his death.
We miss him a lot.

1/4/2009
Arlington, TX