It is early in the morning and I am
sitting on a nice comfortable seat
in the train with AC blowing, cooling
to brief you about today’s early morning
I head to Cisarua, Bogor to pay a visit
to my rental home, and my old paralyzed
landlord Ibu who sheltered me for more than
four-years now – she is very kind!
I put my best clothes, nice shoes on,
the one with the chocolate colour…
my favorite one!
I am looking exactly like the owner of
Limousine company now!
Yet I am still that stateless and status-less refugee,
shrouded in these nice clothes, and shoes
by my best friend… She is really cool…
As I turn my face around on the board,
I see sleepy faces, swollen eyes
with lipsticks googled inappropriately
that changed the juicy shapes of their lips!
I see various shapes, sizes, colors, ages,
some are wearing smiles seem have slept well,
some’s eyes are mobbed down, hanging on like
the aftermath of those bombed fields in black and
white images of Hiroshima.
A horizontal explanation of what it means to
wake up in early mornings, in rush brushing,
putting on make up to brave the work routine,
leaving behind your children with all concerns
at home, massy laundry and undone dishes,
This looks like they are going to the battlefields,
or have just returned from Kandahar, Afghanistan,
with hair perplexed as if bombed, sleeves up and down,
shoes in hands to put on in the office and sleepers still on,
lingering, changing the position of bags from one shoulder
to another with the bottle of water still frozen!
She looks at me with my eyes fixed at her, and then
I quickly change the direction…! she notices it…!
Aah.. what an amazing morning!
I pictured each one of you with deep reading,
and had my own interpretation but of course…
no judgment was involved,
I did without your permission,
without you even realized it!
Then as I moved my face at my right sight,
I saw round shaped, soft and creamy faces;
as white as Badakhshan Afghanistan’s cheese –
smooth… as smooth as my cell-phone’s screen,
with no lines in foreheads, no wrinkles like
brackets around eyes, no down but smiley,
lovely as if flock of angels descended from
above the Spring cloud, murmuring mouths,
shoulders as white and smooth as white Rawash
in the snowy mountains of Pamir, Afghanistan,
legs as long and firm as Chinar of Bamyan,
fingers thin, shuffling as they move their hands
like the rainbow, roving in slow motion –
their short skirts like angels’ wings, lovely,
adorable, wistful with the aura that reminds me
of heavens red, white, purple and groomy flowers
in full burst, petals are open for a warm embrace,
with the baskets of blueberries as share of honour
to the messy pleasures of this world!
And suddenly I realized that
I was sitting in the wrong cabin!!
Ah…I see too much😉
Abdul Samad Haidari