Wednesday, 31 March 2010

Stock Market Consolidation

My comments in today's Financial Times on the possible merger of the Dubai and Abu Dhabi stock markets and consequences for exchanges in Europe and the United States at http://www.ft.com/cms/s/0/53cd2458-3bd7-11df-9412-00144feabdc0.html

Thursday, 4 March 2010

your poem II


there are no more words left
except to speak with you
no more time left
except to be with you
the world shrunk
and all i can see
are you and i
standing tall
on a small patch of land
holding hands

the sun is burning bright
on the horizon
and i cannot say
if it is sunset or sunrise
it doesn't matter so much
anymore
because the only space left
is next to you

Friday, 12 February 2010

your poem


how does one read
the petals of a flower?
is it enough to learn
the whispers of a june cloud
as it pulls itself away,
racing across an evening sky?
or study the traces of the sun
left in your eyes
after a long and lazy morning?

the lines of your heart
are not easy to untangle
their edges are tinged
with melancholy
the letters are primes
divisible only by themselves, and one
and when they move
it's like an oak tree on a hill
dancing with a summer breeze

when i met you
i stopped glancing
over my shoulder
there were no shadows
chasing after me anymore
the only place to look
was in the palms of your hands
and holding your fingers
became the dance of life

i stood at the top
of the highest rock
i could find
facing westward
and i saw your face
as big as life
with that smile
that never tires of me
you called to me
and i knew
you were not being selfish

when i jumped
you embraced me
and before i hit the water
way before
i was already with you
i was not gone

Sunday, 7 February 2010

Talk To Me


I don't ask you to know things. I ask you to hear your voice. Facts are not that important; they are the products of circumstances and dynamics in our lives that keep changing and produce new facts at every interval. What is important is who we are at a given point in time. And a big part of who we are is in our voice; in how we say what we need to say. Because what we say today will change tomorrow but who we are gives voice to the predicament of our existence. And that is the essence of living and a big part of life.

Wednesday, 13 January 2010

Thursday, 7 January 2010

Stock Market and Exchange Sector


My quotes in today's Financial Times on the Nasdaq Dubai / Dubai Financial Market merger and the listing of DP World's shares on the London Stock Exchange...

Monday, 14 December 2009

broken


when i kissed her
blood started dripping
from my lower lip
it was a gentle touch
of the flesh
but her face
was a broken mirror
reflecting a shaken image
of you

the ink i filled my pen with
refused to touch the paper
no matter how hard
i tried to negotiate the lines
the words smiled at me
sadly
then disintegrated

it was not a question
of writing a letter
that refused to be written
sitting at the edge of the universe
does not bode well
even though at times
we don’t have a choice
especially if we were born
there

we break too many doors
trying to get in
and when one opens
gently
you are not there
because who you were
crashed against the hard surface
i have become

so go ahead
throw your scarf in the river
it will float for some time
then sink
no one will see it after that
but you will know it’s there
and that will be your poem

Saturday, 5 December 2009

the cheapest wine


that yellow flower
you gave me
lighted my days
and afterwards
i could not understand
how the color turned blue
it defied many logics
something broke
and the shards pricked my feet

i was suspended in a space
of my own making
the climb down
was the longest journey
the deafening sound
in my ears
was of a waterfall
and i could not speak

it was not what you wore
that i disliked
but what you wrapped yourself with
was wearing thin
and the nakedness underneath
alarmed me
there were no writings
on the wall of that cave
nothing came out
and it smelled like an ending

our last meal
was a hand rolled cigarette
all crumpled
and left out to dry
because the cheapest wine
i tasted from your lips

Thursday, 3 December 2009

Honor Killings II


my reply to comments on my article on honor killings at link below...

http://www.opendemocracy.net/5050/majd-shafiq/there-is-no-honour-in-‘honour-killing’

Tuesday, 24 November 2009

Friday, 20 November 2009

Fado


To turn sadness and the emotions of loss into such an elevated form of spiritual resonance with life through music is an amazing feat! There must be something special about the Portuguese.

Please click on Mariza and Mariza 2 under Good Links...

Friday, 13 November 2009

A Royal Dip

He called it his Royal Dip. Four or five days a week, he would fill the hydro-massage tub in one of his bathrooms with hot water and soak his tired bones in it for half an hour to an hour at a time. More so in the winter months. Always in the early hours of the evening.

Sometimes the water would be too hot and he would remember what one of his cousins told him about too much hot water not being good for a man’s semen.

He was old now and did not care much. Over the years he had several relationships but no children. But every now and then he would dream about a young daughter, four or five years old, hugging him. He loved children.

Whenever he remembered his cousin’s words, he would also remember the only child he almost had. He was engaged-to-be-married to someone when she became pregnant. She insisted on having an abortion and he never understood why. He had given her an engagement ring and they were betrothed but for a written document. And were planning for a wedding.

It was only later, many years later, as he recalled snippets of conversations he had with one of her cousins, that it occurred to him: she had no intention of staying married to him for long. He was her ticket out of a particular reality. She intended to leave him afterwards and did not want anything to hinder that. No traces of him left in her life.

When he took her to the OBGYN’s, she asked for a female doctor and the first one refused to perform the abortion. The second doctor came into the room where they were and put the echo sensor on her stomach. The image of their unborn child in her belly was on the screen next to the clinic’s bed she was lying on.

He still remembers the doctor saying “it’s a healthy baby boy.” His fiancĂ© tilted her head sideways, looked at the screen and said that she would like to have the abortion performed as soon as possible.

He asked her many times afterwards why she did it. He told her that he needed to understand and that this was important for them to continue being together. Why did she insist on having an abortion when they were engaged, living together and planning to marry? She never gave him an answer and their relationship fell apart.

I felt sorry for him; to be reminded of such a sad episode when he was supposed to be relaxing in a bathtub. But I guess ghosts of lives past are everywhere.

Monday, 9 November 2009

Stock Market Notes II: Liquidity


Please click on link below for my latest commentary on stock market liquidity...

Monday, 2 November 2009

Stock Market Notes I : What's in an Exchange?


My latest note on the stock market and exchange sector at link below...