Athar, Javadhu, colognes of delight,
Brut in a bottle, glass catching light.
Fragrances gather, they fill up the air,
A new look is given to all who wear.
Shapes and sizes, so dainty, so tall,
Perfume parades, I admire them all.
Lovely sprays, tiny pots on display,
Mesmerise seekers who pass by their way.
From Parisian fashion to Gulf’s scented art,
Ancient secrets with herbs play their part.
A jar once closed holds a world inside,
A fragrant breeze with the wind will ride.
Yet when I open, a sneeze takes hold,
Nose in protest, blocked and bold.
All ends in rain of sneezes untold—
As I’m allergic to perfumes.
MOONLIGHT ON MY LAPTOP
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in twilight's hallowed hour
the world outside recedes.
glowing screen, a window wide.
virtual realm opens.
moonbeams dance upon
reflections of code and thought.
I soar, a bird on outstretched wings
through skies of endless blue.
laptop’s keys play a symphony~
my inner voice, a creative song.
the laptop's shining face
a mirror to my soul, a gateway
to hidden depths, a sacred place.
in dawn’s approaching hour,
screen’s embers fade
flickering flames of creativity
their embers will soon turn cold.
The Will to War.
We are living in a difficult time for European leaders
They are preparing us for a war that will go on forever
beneficial for the manufacturing industry
They don't want a real war, but need psychoses
of war and steal our democracy
people in the Nordic countries are asked to buy
food to reserve at home should a crisis occur
What are they talking about? Most of us live from
paycheck to paycheck
Furthermore, we are asked to zeal our homes
And stock up on ion tablets, do they think that
Everybody lives in a suburb, and most of us have
flats, often cramped, in big cities
Our right to speak our minds is undermined by
those who are social democrats in name
There was a time in the sixties and seventies
when democracy in the north was vibrant and
alive, although you could freely shout
without being censored, but we could open
a business or settle somewhere else without
Should you feel aggrieved, the X will listen
If you disagree with your missives
Laughter
I laughed with a Pride,
My laugh was lost with a shame .
Smile faded away like hot air.
Jokes where bad towards me .
Anger spread like a disease, disease that killed my laughter.
I used to feel the laughter in my stomach.
Where is my smile?
My life had changed,
Smile also changed.
Hateness became a friend.
Why it is hard to smile this days.
BLINDFOLD
I hear childrens voices
filled with laughter and noise,
hopscotched in endless streets,
mingling in sometime dreams.
I hear childrens laughter,
pitching above the hum drum,
of spectacled, so called carers all !
For your own good merchants.
I hear childrens tears falling,
In a rain storm of scary thunder,
beating a retreat in bricks and mortar.
Those merchants of care, no where.
I see the gaggle of childrens tongues,
burning in that mist of cordite,
spectators; comment do nothing.
Carers eyes burn in guilt and greed.
I see children, i see children,
I see nothing, commiting to human!
In hells morning, in flames of religion,
I see dead children, i see nothing.
The promise
A friend of mine died, and I had promised to
Take his ashes up to a hill and strew them there
Then make robust love to his wife
His wife sat by his bedside and agreed
We climbed the mountain and gave his ashes to the wind
Then we had lunch at a fine café, talking
about what a great friend he was
Driving to my house, we became a bit silent
In the house, we drank some more, and I knew that
I could not get an ********, nevertheless
We tried to honor his wishes; we failed utterly
She had stomach cramps, and I had no ********
We had both drunk a lot of wine for this
purpose fell asleep
In the morning, we drank coffee, and I drove her
to her house, and we are best friends forever
I think his plan worked
Apocalypse
I saw the storm approaching. It had a look of evil intent
People were seeking shelter in the town's only café
I didn't like to share the place with so many
and I had to find my dog before the storm hit
I found what had been a bus shelter, a bunker from a war
only remembered by historians, or a would-be writer
The storm hit with a roar of death and insane destruction
When it was over, the town had disappeared
A field of sea green grass had taken its place, the stillness
so acute I could hear the grass incessantly whispering, that
made my dog nervous, we moved and walked on the sand
of the newborn
We could not stay still, walking on in the hope of finding
a past that could be helpful when we arrive
where the future was, not sure if the old past and the new
The future would merge into a seamless whole
O brilliant son of the desert,
You rose through the maze of your House
With precision sharper than a blade.
The future trembles beneath your feet—
But power, untempered by wisdom,
Is a fire that devours its bearer.
Do not chase the glory of empires too fast.
Rome was not built in one day—
And neither shall a just Arabia.
You cannot serve two masters:
The West with its silver tongue,
And your people, whose eyes still hunger.
Choose neutrality not as weakness,
But as strategy.
Your true legacy lies not in gold towers,
But in lifting the soul of your nation.
Forsake not your brother, Iran.
To unite the Crescent is to raise a new dawn.
The blood of Gaza weeps through the sand,
And every drop asks:
"Where is our brother?"
Sunni, Shia, Sufi—one people,
Divided by politics, not by God.
To unite them is to write your name beside kings,
To divide them is to sow your own ruin.
Beware the advisors with smiles from Tel Aviv
And tongues sharpened in Washington.
They do not dream for you—
They only use your night to hide their shadow.
The Middle East can rise again,
But only if you learn this truth:
Real power is not feared,
It is trusted.
Endurance
For we are the blessed 1% surviving
The long night in a nameless town
and meeting two well-dressed Arabs
gentlemen suited in the style of
ninety thirty-two and floral hats
With fortitude, we face this modern
A time when lies are deep in sagacity
where the whims of the stupid are
the politics of the day, drink coffee
knowing we are the eternal.
I lay in the dust turned to mud by the blood of innocents,
my name i heard whispered on the sighing breeze of night
flahes of somrthing bright illuminated a ruined city.
broken buildings like jagged teeth seemed to laugh,
screams like banshees filled the sky dropping death
down upon the heads of those already dead.
What hate must be brewing in peoples hearts,
that no one lifts a finger to help.
They say that God gives them the right,
however no one knows what God they serve.
Little children some still babes lay beside me,
blank eyes looking up,as if pleading for help.
My tears are spent and as dry as the sand beneath me,
My time has come to travel a new path now,
Following the trail of those gone before,
A trail of tears no,as no tears are left to shed.
Meeting fellow travellers of all nations,
murdered ,is all they say.
Andrew Provan McIntyre. 01/07/2025.
When missiles fly
The Mullahs lie
They bide their time
To turn the tide
Their constant bluster
Now short of luster
For why we ask
No God sent task
To build a bomb
With feigned aplomb
Their word to spread
Among the dead
They have their place
To find God's grace
Not trample lives
Like stinging hives
Fear and temerity
No road to prosperity
But that's what they seek
Control of the meek
A proud nation with tales of old
A proud people who once were bold
A history where feats abound
A long lost empire to astound
Time for Iranians to now earn
That for which they clearly yearn
Freedoms tenuous flickering light
Now in their grasp in line of sight
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wind
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And clouds
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And lightning
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And thunder
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snow and fire
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and I know that reaching your eyes is just an illusion
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And i know that reaching you
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Is suicide
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And i’m glad
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to rip myself off for you, precious
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If I were to choose
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I would repeatedly fall in love with you again and again
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you’re the one who I made her shirt from the leaves of trees
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The one whoI protected her with patience
from the drops of rain
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I love you so much
poem in arabic language
So what can I say?
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I love you so much
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I love you so much
and I know that I’m living in an exile
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you’re living in an exile too
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And between us..
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And i know that reaching you
1- Behredeedar mushtaq hai har nazar-2,
Dono Alam ke sarkar aa jayiye.
2-Akhri wakt hai aur pichla peher-2
Dono Alam ke sardaar ajayiye.
3- ^Sidratul Muntaha Arsh Babe-e Iram-2, har jagah pad chuka hai nishane qadam,
Ab to ik bar apne, Ghulamo ke ghar-2, dono alam ke sarkar aa jayiye.
4- -Jalwagar Samne paikare noor ho,-2 Munkiro ka bhi Sarkar shak door ho.
Kar ke tabdeel ek din libase bashar,-2 dono alam ke sarkaar aa jayiye.
5- -aaj mehshar me mehbub ki dhoom hai-2, shane izzo karam sabko malum bai.
Yun lutate hue rahmato ke guhar-3
Dono alam ke sarkar aa jayiye.
6- Akhri waqt hai ek bimar ka-3 dil machalne laga shauke didar ka.
Bujh na jaye kahi ye chiraghe sahar-2
Dono alam ke sarkar aa jayiye.
7- Shaame ghurbat hai aur shehre khamosh hai-2 ek Sajid akela kafan posh hai,
Khauf ki hai ghadi waqt hai pur khatar-2 dono alam ke sarkar aa jayiye.
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