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.

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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 Hawaiian pizza.

Unexpected start to an unforeseeable end.

What are the odds, my male best friend.

 

 

Unclothed Affection

Could you love me in the dark

as well as you could in the day?

Without eyes assisting hands to type a sweet word,

Without lyrics from love songs to always be heard,

Without filtered images and phone calls to present our best side,

Without social scripts to be our guide,

Without presentations of wealth to impress and woo,

Just the bed sheets, me and you?

 

 

 

 

 

Romancing the Unusuals

How genuine can they be if they engage in romance the same:

First buy her some jewelry and maybe @t her by name.

@maryatealittlelamb Happy Valentines Day Bae.

How  unoriginal.

Why not bring her a carnivorous plant instead of a rose,

and an ARX 160 instead of prose.

Show that you listen and embrace her distinct interests,

For only then will girls-of-otherness ever be impressed.