A terrorist to love – part 2

A terrorist to love – part 2
20 August 2021

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It had been difficult to get Manas to surrender to the police in Cameroon. Not only because he would not have volunteered himself but also because she did not feel like turning him in. The time before she had taken him to the police was filled with days of laughing and visiting the forests and nights of lovemaking. One night though, she had realized that her team was closing in on them and she had confessed everything to Manas. More important was the fact that she confessed to him that his case would be better off with the local policeman than with the anti-terrorist team who had been asked to either bring him alive to justice or just shoot him if their mission was starting to be difficult. The morning after she had the realization about her team, they hid in a truck which was then driven towards the police station in Douala, Cameroon. The truck had dropped them off at the police station where she had asked to be dispatched to the US Embassy as a US Citizen with diplomatic status. Manas was immediately taken by the police and put in chains. Before being put in separate rooms he had walked towards her, his eyes shining and a smile on his face and told her that they would soon be together again.


She did not hear from him again for several weeks and she had been demoted and posted in Dubai where her anti-terrorist expertise was not used. She dwelt very little on the terrible things that had happened in the first two weeks before she was relocated. Her boss was seething at her initially for not having brought Manas to the drop off point as agreed when she met him or at least put the explosive and plant the trigger so they could bomb the shack where the marriage was taking place. After some thought, she was not fully let go off but was assigned to the trade commissioner’s team and meant to bridge between the UAE nationals’ companies and the US corporate interests in the UAE. While she was in the UAE, she had been contacted several times by someone who wrote to her at the UAE number that she had got from one of her procurement associates that she worked with, out of the sphere of her official job. The writing seemed extremely similar to the words that Manas would use. She started getting used to the daily communication and wrote as if it were Manas himself indeed writing to her. At one point her correspondent suggested meeting at a café in a mall and she went there but did not meet anyone. Just before she had left the café, however, someone with the stature of Manas but with hair had attempted to get inside the café before looking pointedly towards the right and aborting his attempt. She had then seen stroll through three emiratis in their national outfit. It was obvious, however, to her trained eyes that these were secret service agents. It looked like they just did not want the encounter to happen but disturbed neither her nor the man who had fled the mall.


After that potential brief encounter, the job she was doing was no longer sufficient to take her mind of Manas and was not even remotely connected to what she wanted to do so she had resigned. She was now an adviser on security in the private sector and most of her work was around choosing the right security teams for different types of jobs as well as building secure hideouts or camps for different types of individuals or corporates. Initially recruited by a security company in Dubai, she had slowly branched out of the Gulf and then started her own security company in the UK, advising high net worth individuals and corporates on security. She was based in London and had very few friends but was all the much better for it. Friends were a liability that brought you down in hostage situations and she did not want to have that kind of a weight put on her shoulders. It was then that Manas had reached out to her directly first sending a message to her phone and then contacting her over whatsapp. She had watched with longing as his face filled the screen, smiling like he had done when she had first met him. “Hello my angel”, he said and the tears had welled in her eyes. She knew that it was not him but his terrorist gang who had got to her the first two weeks after he had been turned over to the policeman but his face rekindled those dark memories. At the same time, she could not look at his face without feeling such elation.

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The slow mist covered soft

The slow mist covered soft

10 March 2020

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The chest gathered arrows

A sacrifice thrown at its feet

Of the archer it shows

Upturned splendor of his defeat

 

Mind to heart made appeal

No prison for want of warden

A kiss of love to seal

A pact made in yonder garden

 

The slow mist covered soft

Flowers in the garden blooming

The heart yet kept aloft

Silken threads to the mind grooming

 

Reading of the poem:

B-Tribe – Agua azul

B-Tribe – Spiritual Spiritual

B – TRIBE – Suave Suave

Morning optimism

Morning optimism

14 August 2017

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The sunflowers hope

That mornings will turn brighter

So they stay in sun

 

Sunflowers hasten

Their desire locked in black

Seeds that stay inside

 

Morning optimism

Meets midday where sun will stride

To point of sojourn

 

Reading of the poem:  

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Les tournesols – Jean Ferrat

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

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Pathways to Heaven

Pathways to Heaven

11 October 2015

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Hush breathe not a word

The Nightingale tells secrets

Of our Hearts’ desires

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The Nights spent breathing

Deep into your Soul’s essence

Velveteen kisses

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Blossoming pieces

Jigsaw puzzle of Heartpath

True flower of Life

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Whisper into me

Secrets of your love’s fluids

Still under cover

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I will show you stairs

Between every rib of me

Ladders you invent

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Follow the staircase

Build with me our ecstasy

Pathways to Heaven

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Spend my day dreams soft

All I will keep is the change

When we traded Hearts

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My spirit dances

My spirit dances

22 September 2015

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You and I now know

The strength of this connection

Kinship of spirits

 

Days wasted doubting

The essence of this frenzy

That sieged both our Hearts

 

The tremors that shook

Within ethereal life’s frames

Unwinding desires

 

Our minds we read loud

Like deafening thunder’s voice

The tug of those calls!

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Complex yet simple

The weave between the two souls

That stubborn sole stood

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Now adornments gone

We stand facing us naked

Devoid of all frills

 

Shaking and fearful

Though strength comes on word by word

Your spirit chants low

 

Allured and enticed

To vibrations of your Love

My spirit dances

 

In dance of lovers

Only morrow is union

Of the naked flesh

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Love letters from Netherworld

Love letters from Netherworld

21 September 2015

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I counted your words

Their rhythm’s pace merged with mine

They spelt our desires

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I looked at your face

Torture and doubt skinned it bare

Twin to my soul’s sighs

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The morning whispers

Repeatedly shook our souls

Into waking jolt

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I feel your soul’s flames

Within every inch of me

As our fingers touch

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Connection of souls

My self knows of your soul’s cries

Your bodily greed

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When spent the words come

Love letters from Netherworld

As souls infuse frames

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Those sinuous lines

Those sinuous lines

17 September 2015

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Your hand in mine strong

We walked into green pastures

Love was fruit and bloom

 

In rapture by shores

Flowing into the river

Each other haunting

 

Looking within you

Beloved in ecstasy

Into me you breathe

 

Your heady scent soared

Beyond headiest flowers

Sage and lily white

 

I held you trembling

Your arms around spelt powers

It surged through your frame

 

Gazing at your face

The smile of Love reaching look

That gushed loving Heart

 

Those sinuous lines

I marvel at their beauty

Decorating eyes

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In Peace with the Flames

In Peace with the Flames

15 September 2015

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Seven days and nights

The task had me in waking

My feet bore no sole

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I roamed wilderness

Through the thicket and the thorns

Gathering all fuel

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Building the Bonfire

The twig like the log will serve

Awakening sparks

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Rapture turned desire

Desire spent itself in Love

Making Light shadows

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Human sacrifice

I threw myself into fires

Agni wept my Soul

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As the fire soared

Hands extended in ashes

I dissolved in void

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In Peace with the Flames

Bodiless and soul flying

I merged with the One

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Through the veil of dark despair

Through the veil of dark despair

7 September 2015

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Darkness will surround

Body that light diffuses

Compass in magnet

 

Matter enters void

As void will absorb matter

Each to its own end

 

Face kisses faceless

Fate embraces the fateless

Brings Faith to the faithless

 

Lost in night’s embrace

The willow will weep never

It finds peaceful sleep

 

Destruction in Love

Brings the sweetest mutation

Renewal all spells

 

Change is not for weak

Glory will find the strong Heart

That throbs with all Love

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Change is for the meek

Humble is the one who seeks

Blessed shroud of Love

 

Be oak and be reed

Let every blow be blessing

Bend and stand tallest

 

The heart knows the truth

Though mind hums ever with bees

Deep inside you know

 

Dawn as you have learnt

Loves the darkest point of night

The peak of desire

 

Open your heart. Look!

Through the veil of dark despair

See the green morrows

 

A day will shine bright

As the night casts away veils

And sorrows scatter

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