The Wine Taster

You crushed me like grapes

when you kissed her in the vineyard…

Don’t you remember how our bond was fermented

by our nightly trysts in the cellar?

You grew on me,

Like yeast,

Consuming my sugar

Only to leave me bitter and drained,

Withdrawing your lips from me too soon,

Now I linger here like aftertaste,

Dissipating in life’s spittoon.

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Delaying The Questions

Abandoned buildings.
Lonely forgotten places.
They make coffee with my emotions. Mixed, unsettled, unsettling.
Reminding me of my mortality – and loneliness
Like a shadow that hides in sunlight but never quite leaves us.
Reaching out, hoping for an embrace.
But I escape to the safety of modern infrastructure, the sights drowning my thoughts till they settle.

In Vain and Vanity

Her true true self is like a flash of prismatic light –
On the edge of glassed minds, illuminating.
Yet she remains invisible, even when bared to naked eyes.
Tired, she folds her faded reality neatly into a corner,
watches the surreal become solid way of life.
Time and time again
They prove that people like her are in vain.
She resigns, surrenders her essence to the dust.
A joyless peace consumes her,
She understands, now, why she was demeaned.
True beauty is external for external beauty is rewarded and seen,
A vanity that is never in vain.

Soroosh

We met in the mall

And you were in that dark green coat I would come to know

Timberland shoes, out-soles filled with snow

You smiled and shook my hand

An unusual blend of a formal yet playful, easy-going man.

Nut-brown eyes gazing through your spectacles, you told me you came from Iran

And immediately my mind thought “war”

I told you and you said “its what media says but it is not who we are”.

I knew that.

I blame the news for staining minds with conditioned stimulus.

No matter, for nothing came between us

And your endearing accent that some Canadians laughed at

Saying your sentences lacked intricacy like a child just learning to speak

I had an accent too but without bias I couldn’t understand their critique

Because you’re a brilliant engineer student with a personality like a kaleidoscope.

Your actions are usually practical yet considerate, your advice meted with kind hope.

You made me chatty, you made me laugh, shed and forget my skin.

You loved me without expectations, made me feel like kin.

I was surprised that beyond our differences we had the capacity to connect across cultural miles.

You, from the vilified Middle East and me a wide-eyed girl from the isles.

You, of Muslim faith and I, an undeclared Christian

You, with your interest in archaeology and me with my liking for the priscian.

You, with your craving for kalam polow, frittata and pita

Me, with my Bourbon St.Grill, milk-filled coffee and cheese pizza.

Unexpected start to an unforeseeable end.

What are the odds, my male best friend.

 

 

Such a Shame

Lost in thought

I walk along the corridor

And there you are sitting

Your eyes casually appraising my stride

On abruptly meeting your gaze my eyes instinctively open wide

Tell-tale sign of my embarassing attraction.

I hate my transparency.

You wave hello and I coolly do the same

Such a shame.

You were the only risk I ever took.

Never again.

How nice that high horse I gave you must be,

If only I could take back all I said about liking you…

for now sweet rejector you’ll always see me as that strange person over there not worth talking to.