A Woman, A Road, A Journey

The road is full of anxiety 

And on the journey the only companion 

Is the road,

Full of the woman’s secrets that she 

Hangs on a trip unwanted.

The woman who buried her virginity in the empty road

Years ago, at the time

When everyone journeyed with their loneliness. 

The curves drive the road to greater angst.

The hidden secrets of fellow travelers

Were crushed under the wheels of the bus.

The woman, among this, with lips which should have kissed,but didn’t

With every wrinkle around her eyes

Peers in the broken mirror,

The eye of the crushed man

The countdown is on.

Another woman goes into labor

And screeeeeeeams.

And a journey is born. 

And that woman,

Has not reached the windy curves

The anxiety,

The crushing and not being crushed,

And finds herself falling apart

In between the heavy arms of the city

Without a name and unknown.

2008, Erbil