Couple Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Couple

I read and write poems,
Swim in articles,
Underline some points
Then stop, ponder, think.

Learned from my teacher,
Taught to write scripts,
Insisted: "Find in wall,
A protagonist, antagonist! "

"In that wall with no sign? "
Was the question on mind.

The dots ran after a while
And wrestles like kick-box.

They fell and stood up
Then went for upper cut.

Set the pen on paper
Jotted down…

Employed DOP,
Audio, and lighting
With actors to play
Finally, had movie.

Now poems, articles
Of the men who defame
Their ex-wives, as if they
Were born to be devils
Makes me hate to swear.

Think about the mankind,
The genders' relation
As does every neighbour,
Give life to engagements
And love for "Fiancé! "

Then, death of relations,
By will or accident.

I married and we had
Our three children,
Then divorced
For reasons!

I never let others
Ask of our difference
Respect our shred secrets.

Why and how can allow
Somebody to insult
The woman that I loved
And loves kids that I love?

What I see as her fault
Has core in how I judge.

She weighs it in her way
And I have my scale.

The youths get lost in lust
With dreams and drums,
We never could think of
The paths that came along.

Politics, travels,
Disliking to settle
And quite different
From her late parents
Ended our sharing days!

Complains!
Complains!
Complains!

I can sit with myself
Become a photographer
Living in Calcutta:
"Was born and raised here
Strange to neighbours,
Once grabbed camera,
Encountered others' lives."

With her eyes, I compare
The shanties of the poor
With the wealthy's palace.

With poet's eyes I see
The woman's tits and lick,
Keep chatting, flirting
Till voices keep fighting.

With the man on Facebook
Put pictures that shared with
My ex and are sexy…

Then return to my life
"Respect her, " I decide,
"And if not, forget her
Never came, never left! "

I amuse myself with
The women around me,
Look at sun's rotating
And the leaves on trees
Dancing waltz in breeze.

Most women are free
We chat and do agree
For kind of friendship
Until find them asking
About my ex and kids.

Wish I could enlarge this:
"This part is off limit,
Came cloud in sky,
In was light, also dark,
Cried rain and is gone."

But women are women,
Curious, always ask,
And with this behaviour,
Ends, dies, our relation
Before or after bed,
Curiosity kills the cat!