the other day

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    the other day


    The other day

    The other day, with out saying a word, you were urging on me to say poetry dedicated to you,

    With out saying a word, with a hint you asked me, to say and write prose for you.
    Your eyes were full of superb words, which incited and moved me.
    What should I write?!! I said
    Well, I can tell the truth-the shorten way to hearts, where the truth also is the most pleasant thing..
    I loved you indeed, when you loomed, from that day on-the day where I was looking for a special individual, unique like yours,
    From that date on, you became my worry-and a major worry.
    Then I tried to know and perceive or puzzle out my worry and learn about your beauty-and your beauty secret..!!
    * * *
    the other day, you came and became a power, which empowered me to approach, when I found out you, as a most important than any thing else.
    That day when you felt me, and I felt you- the day you appeared, I noticed while you were whispering to your girl friend- I sensed you was telling her” why that man keeps staring at me”
    * * *
    that day, when you and I made our selves for each others known, you were silently shouting at me, it looked like you were saying” how you could so soon move into my life and get into my affairs and with out permission violently opening my heart doors, why do you do so..?!!’
    it looked like you were saying this, while regretting for what you had said, and with a coquetry manner your eyes were saying’ sorry love I didn’t mean it’
    * * *
    the other day when we felt each others.. it was our love’s day-the love which have imprisoned long time ago within hearts, forbidden in our country for ages.
    That day, in the loving temple, with those aroused emotions, excited feelings, it seemed as we had gone back to our childhood days, along pure and innocent deeds.
    * * *
    your grieve ardent looking was made up out of three words:
    you, and I , and love..
    me-the renovator, and you-the freedom fighter,
    and a mysterious love.
    that day, Your intensive and delicate looking, was not traditional, when with it, you were demolishing the walls of the regarded love as a sin. When you were erasing the slogans of ,not allowed love, off the society’s walls.

    When with the heart’s telescope, you were observing my thinking, and you stepped forward, wishing to tend yourself for a while-the while which holds all your existence..
    You were hiding yourself from the boredom, from hatred, from death..!!
    You want to be disobedient, adventurous, only of behalf of love, when we met, and our youth perfumed with the life's flowers.
    And the love drops lit every where, washing and blessing our hearts.


    A poem by ibrahim surchy
    South Kurdistan
    1993

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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