MY ART WORKS

anerestic(oil pastel on paper)

Lot of hunger and having no food is poverty,

Not having spare cloth to take bath is poverty,

Needing a shelter but not having one is poverty,

Child's sick but can not buy treatment, is poverty,

Fainting child dreaming a mouthful of rice is poverty

Searching warmth in cold flesh in winter nights, is poverty,

Sitting with umbrella on wetting bed in showering night, is poverty,

Thoughtful mother, two mouthful of rice and three children, is poverty,

An ill, deserted mother selling her child wishing it will survive, is poverty.

A defeated and desponded mother poisoning and killing her child is poverty,

SUN BATH (charcoal on paper)

“SUNBATH”
Did ya ever get stark naked
So ya could lie in the sun
Did ya think it wicked
Did ya have any fun
Did ya feel good as the
Sun warmed your naked skin
Did ya look so you could see
And did ya feel like it was a sin
Did ya feel a gentle breeze
Wafting across your naked parts
Did it cool and did it please
As if you’re posing for the arts
Did ya look all around
With a feeling of guilt
Did ya listen for every sound
Did ya worry ‘bout how you’re built
Did ya experience a little desire
That someone would happen by
Did ya sense a tiny bit of fire
As that person drew nigh
Did ya have a clandestine wish
That he would maybe see
Did ya wish that he would be a dish,
As handsome as can be
Do ya think you’d have the nerve
To lie still as he looked
Do ya think you’d have the verve
To smile? Ya know he’s hooked.
Do ya think it’s a deadly sin
To act in such a way
Do ya want to tell me then
Just what you want to say
Do ya think that sexual exposure
Is the worst sin of all
Do ya think you can endure
If “looking” takes the fall
Do ya want me to tell
You just what I think
I think you have done well
Not to condemn either one,
I wouldn’t want you to go to hell
When no sin has been done!
Go on and have a little fun
As you take your sunbath
Cause I find it good to lie in the sun;
Ignore other people’s wrath.
…by jean ruff

AISHA(the lady in veil)

Its so difficult to potray a n arab women, because its impossible to see their face,but every weekends she was coming to my garage,she was also one of those misterious arab womens who hide their face to protect them from other males,when her work is done she says sukran(arabic word of thank you)and give a smile which i cant see because of her veil,but once she came in a sunny day climate was too hot and wind is blowing so strong,she stepped out of her car and asked me to check her cars condition,suddenly wind lift that veil from her face,Massah Allah i saw that that besutiful face,when i was looking at her face ,i heard an angry voice from behind 'Aisha taal'that means common Aisha,her brother shouting to get inside the car,but still that beautiful face comes inside my heart again and again.

PALESTINE BLUES

A Plastenian womanholding her childs dead body and asking for mercy to those you distungished their lands,familey and their culture,her screamings was so strong that can melt huge mountains,but still there is no reaction in human hearts,no one is listening her voice but these echos still buzzing in my night mares that is why i gave a name to this painting 'PALESTINE BLUES'

FOR MY SLEEPING BEAUTY

I sit awake, watching you sleeping.
Ah, such beauty and extravagance.
The stars in the sky wilted and weeping,
Dimmen in light of your radiance.
The darkest eyes among the living.
A sweet smile coming of tender lips.
The aura of a goddess surrounds you giving-
A mere man of morals unwitting slips.

Oh, to reach out, only to touch you.
Run my fingers through your golden hair.
How could such a thought challenge my virtue?
When to do it not would only bring despair.
Like a dream lover, gift of the graces,
I reach out to you but my grasp falls shy.
The consequences a married man faces-
Where emotions flourish must dignity die?

I chasten myself for just the notions,
But amorous spirits my soul would not repeal.
I find myself drowning within oceans-
Of desire to know just how you feel.
To hold you in my arms, and not reflection.
To kiss your lips, share your desires.
Embowelled in sweet burst of affection,
Where passion rages and love aspires.

Are you merely a vision, that in passing?
Leaving me behind to wallow in chagrin?
Am I damned for feeling I can't help amassing?
Would loving you weight down my soul with sin?
Oh, the heart within me's twisting, aching-
At the velvet skin of an angel in a strange bed.
I turn away in silence, heart now breaking,
And you'll never have heard a word I said.

Shutting out the lights the vision embers,
A resplendent glow sleep would invade.
Where every dying dream remembers-
Delicate tingles of love never made.
And every misinclined inception-
Awakens me in a hollow, stateless mind.
In a shared bed loathed in deception,
Absent of the love I left behind.