Ranga

One Night

One night I felt so lonely. My body was aching for a hug. My lips were burning for a kiss. My arms were extending as far as eternity to find a woman’s breast. My legs were extremely restless.  A part of me was disparate for making love. My whole soul and body were crying for a woman.

It was Christmas evening. Streets were deserted. Yellow dim light lamp post hardly could lit the streets. It was raining. I got up, took a shower, shaved my beard, combed my hair, put my white shirt and best tie on and wore my suite. Looked into the mirror, and said” O god you are a gorgeous young man and you need a gorgeous young woman to love.

I took my umbrella and walked out.  Opened it and kept it above my head trying not to get wet. The wind slightly was confused and constantly changed its direction, trying to splash rain onto me. My umbrella gave up to the wind one of its stretchers fell apart. I tried to hold the tip of loose rib with other hand. Windows were closed. Blinds were down. Shops were not open. No human being could be seen, as if street of London was evacuated and filled with solitude and loneliness. And now the rain was washing away any trace of human beings foot step. The wind was blowing away scent of any existence. As if I was the only existence on the earth.

When God sentenced Adam onto earth, he was accompanied by Eve. Where is my Eve at this evacuated Christmas world?  Soon I became disappointed and depressed. I waked towards Westminster bridge with intention finding the Thames river and drawn myself.

O Jesus is Christmas yours? Is that what you preached for? O God I am coming to you? I am going to abandon this lonely body and free my soul? Why there is no woman for me in this entire world? Why you did not create an Eve for me? In case you have created one, where is she? What is she doing at this vital monument? Is she going to drawn herself in the river of Thames too? What is going on in your ruling mind? There is no one to talk to me. At least you talk to me. Let me hear your voice in this voiceless world.

I reached to the bank of the river, ready to jump in. Further down the river, I spotted a large double deck river boat anchored by the bank. some light were flickering from its windows. And pub music was vibrating the air from it. I walked towards it. soon I was aboard. I bought an entry ticket and handed the broken umbrella to the gate man. I went down to the lower deck, where the music was coming from. Under those dim red light I noted a bar , a dancing pitch and a few sofa scattered around. Some people were at bar, some here and there and some were dancing. I straight went to the bar, waited till the bartender attended me. I Purchased rum and coke, went and sat on a sofa, where I could sight those who were on dancing floor. Amongst those who were dancing I saw a slim girl with long silver hair. She had Caucasian complexion and rose red lips. She was so beautiful. Her short skirt were revealing her soft and well shaped  legs. The way she smiled, the way she danced, the way she dressed was immensely beautiful and sexy. I noticed her blouse revealing top part of her breasts. The round shaped pears looked as if they were made from moonlight , so nice, so erotic. My lips were burning to kiss those well artistic created boobs.  My body and soul were crying for her hug.

Lots of handsome boys were dancing around her on the dancing floor, trying to draw her attention. She was like Vinous Goddess ruling over all hearts. I thought I had no choice amongst all those gorgeous boys around her. She had too many choices.

O God I must have her. She is the one that I always dreamed for. I got up. Put my glass on the table, and went to dance. I danced, tried to keep close to her and draw her attention.  Next music was a slow tango. A boy closer to her took her hand and politely asked if she would like dance with him. The boy was tall, athletically shaped. He had long hair and girlish face. It seemed he was physically a perfect match for her. But my heart could not accept it. I left the dancing floor. Returned to my seat, gulped almost half of my drink with an intention of getting drunk. I could not take my eyes of her. The music changed to fast rhythm. They left and headed to the bar. The boy bought a drink for her and one for himself. They sat at a table not far from me. They Sat together. Boy kissed her on the cheek. She smiled. I wished my lips were on her cheeks instead.  Soon I became disappointed, disillusioned, disuniting. My heart was crying and I wanted that boy move away. I wanted her badly. At one split moment she noticed I was staring at her. Women have special instinct to notice their admirer. Soon it became obvious that I was looking at her possessively without a shame. Even the boy noticed that.  The disc jockey announced played a fast music, was called boogie. The dancing stage was crowded with girls and boys. I looked amogst crowed  to see if I could find any girl as beautiful and sexy as her. There were a few nice looking girl but there wwas no match for her. She was a Goddess of the night. 

O  my god can I have this Goddes for myself. I am prepared to give my life for her even just for a night. I want her in my arms badly. I want to kiss her red rose lips. I want to hug her all night and feel her warmth. I want to suck her breast and kiss her neck. I want to put my head in between those bosoms and drain my life in her body. I want to make love to her and pour my soal in her womb . I want to be all her and full fill the world with her. O god I really need her.

After a short a while the  another tango music began the boy asked her to dance . she refused.  Boy went to dance on his own.  I don’t know what went wrong with me, I jumped and went to her table asked if she cared to dance with me .I She smiled at me. Oh , I want the time stop at that moment. And I would be melt into her soil. She replied sorry I am tired.

What is your name?

-          Ekaterina

-          What a lovely name , sounds like a rhym in poetry

-          Thank you.

-          Can I buy you a drink then

-          Rum and coke please.

-          Oh . that’s my favourite drink as well

She smiled. I was so exited. Whole my body was shaking inwardsly as if ther was an earthquake of exciting  in my body. My Godess Ekaterina had acceped my offer of drink . Ah those heavenly smiles. Had some connecttin with pardace. I pinched myself to see if I was alive an real. Yes I was. Soon I purchased a couple glass of Rum and coke. When I was carrying it to the table I tride to hide my extreme excitement and control myslf. I put the glasses on the table and sat in front of her.

While she was siping her drink she asked me what my name was.

-          “Ekaterina” I replied

-          “Ekaterina “is My name “ She said

-          Now it is my name as well. “ I smiled”

-          How comes”

Because you are amazingly beautiful and I want to be you. I noticed my voice was shaking and my existence in her lovely eyes trembling.  O god what have you created. So beautiful. So wonderful. So artistic. Ekartinatic.  I  wanted to jump  and  kiss her lips and feel the world’s hottest lips. I wish I could held her hand. I wish she was mine.

-          No honestly what is your name “she asked” again that lovely smile spread acroos her lips. I just wondered if she was real. How such a beattiful creatur could live on the plant of earth. I had never seen such beauty in my life.

-          My Ctual name is Fernando, I am from Italy

-          I guesd it from your accent. “ she said”

-           

She sipped   a bit more drink. Her skin was smooth and looked like as if was made from moonlight in a romantic night. Now I was a bit drank and less inhabited and more relaxed.  When she looked down at her glass I glanced at her breast again which were so desirable as if they were filled with last and desire. My hands were as if  loosing control and wanted to tauch those sexy legs. I controlled myslf, leaned back

She asked How long you’ve been here? I wanted to say as long as I could hug you and kiss you as long as eternity. I could not understand why this things were crossing my mind. I loved Ekaterina from the moment I saw her.

-          a few years. I replied.

-          Do you like Britain

-          Yes

-          Have you been back to Italy?

-          Yes. A couple of time

-          What is your job?

-          I am a writer

-          Writer?

-          Yes

-          What kind?

-          I write short stories

-          You must be a rich man then

-          If my book is published and become popular then I can be rich. What is your job

-          I am a teacher. Children’s teacher.

 

Fridoun

Portrait

Portrait me under the blue sky

In a sunny day, with no politician telling lie

 Portrait me with a smile on my face

With no discrimination in human race

Then find me a rational, calm and pretty wife

With no comparison or bitterness in life

Spread my image with no worry or anxiety

In peace, happy and high standard society

Fridoun Vahidi

Let's dance

“Let’s dance. Do you know any tunes?” asked the man. “By the way, my name is James, what is yours?”

”I am a mountain man.” I replied. “I have no name”

“May I call you Mountain?” asked James. “Do you know any tunes?”

“Let’s imagine a tune and then dance to it” I said

He asked, “What tune is that?”

“Let’s dance to the tune of…” and then I sang:

“The sound of immigrant waves

While escaping the bloody mouths of sharks

And seeking sanctuary and shelter at sea ends  

While constantly repelled by shores

Let’s dance to the sound of seagulls’ wings in the wind

When diving to catch fish

And the sounds of those fishes who wail for life

On the journey towards seagulls’ throat

Let’s dance to the sound of larks who sing in the rain

And calling for the return of the sun

While dark clouds have covered the sky

While the earth frightened and trembled from the threat of a flood

Let’s dance to the sound of waterfall from the top of the mountain to the depth of the land

While scared of such big falls

Like the movement of people scattered by force of high tech shootings

As stains of blood paints every corners of the world

Let’s dance to the sad song of an old mother

Who is confined to her lonesome room

While waiting for her son,

To return safe from human inflicted inhumane wars

Let’s dance to Chernobyl and the Fukushima nuclear disaster

While we ignore the toil and agony of people who fall in these traps

Despite all of these, mankind fails to embrace natural energy

Such as wind power, ocean waves, solar energy and hydroelectric power

Let’s dance to the bleat of the sheep who wail

For their lamb babies being slaughtered

In front of them

For barbeques and the joy of human beings

Let’s dance to the sound of Mother Nature when she turns nasty

In the shape of floods, earthquakes and volcanoes

While we fail to build houses to withstand these disasters

And keep forgetting these turmoil and catastrophes

Let’s dance to the sound of Third World children

Who suffer from thirst, hunger and disease

While we in the west spend billions on weaponry and the so-called defence

Although we are capable of prevention and cure

Yes let’s dance while we hopelessly fail to find an escape gate,

for constant natural disasters, despite our advanced technology.

and also we fail to get involved united,

to find a way out of  inhumane tragedies which are inflicted by human beings

Let’s dance and may our dancing foot steps’ sounds

Awaken the world from these nightmares.

Let’s dance!

Let’s dance!”

Fridoun Vahidi

Emotion

I was lonely amongst lonely people

I wanted to tell, what I felt

But it was not that simple

I was living in a fantasy world

In a world that things would not shape in words

When Adam and eve were expelled on to the earth

They must have felt so lonely, no one to talk to,

 no one to turn to

That lonesome feeling has prolonged so far,  up to date

Even married couple feel so lonely

We fail to communicate our true feelings

We rush to work and we are exhausted most of the time

We even have no time to ask ourselves how we are.

Let alone to socialise or asking others how they feel

When we meet, we put up front, Scared to open up

We live like a robot

Is that the way of life? Surely not.

The feelings and emotions are there to show not hide

In the ocean of life we need to express our tide

In the fast driven industrial world, we are not machine, we are the people

I know facing the reality is not that simple.

Fridoun

In search of a Russian wife

    Edgar:

You’re in my mind, night and day

No matter where I go, or where I stay
My heart is always in search of you

Regardless whatever I do

That’s why I think I am in love with you

When I ‘m exhausted, and fall asleep

You walk in my a dream like a beauty clip

When you are in my imagination day and night

I want no one but you at my sight

That’s why I think I am in love with you

    Helen:

You have no job, no home, and no money

How could you claim you love me, honey?

You must be mad and out of your mind

No one loves you, are you bloody blind?

Your love doesn’t pay for bread and butter

The sooner I get rid of you, is the better

   Edgar: 

Most men are for sex and rendezvous

Who can love you as much as I do?

You may find a man online

You should know, you’re always mine

My dream one day comes true

And I will be always with you

   Helen:

You can dream as much as you wish

In the ocean of love, you aren’t my fish

I’m going to find a gentleman who is fine

So I could go out with him for wine and dine

The sun will shine bright for me all day long

I will be dancing and singing an adoring song

You will be left on your own and cry

No one bothers to comfort you or ask why

So long my dear poor friend, so long

Dumping you, of course is not wrong

Edgar:

Sadly we’re in the world of inequality

Stop showing an inconsiderate personality

Please don’t do what Beatrice did to Dante

Surly, that’s not pleasant and intéressante

You are like air I need you to breath

You’re the only one I want to please

Helen :

I don’t want to know you any more

The door is open go out of the door

Without money my heart is empty and sore

Leave this land and go to the shore

Drawn yourself, we don’t care about poor

I need visa, job, and loads of money

Go away, I don’t want to be, your honey

(Helen leaves the stage, Ekaterina arrives Edgar is crying)

Ekaterina :

My sweet darling what are you crying for?

I've been dreaming about you more and more

My sweet heart, let me put things in order

Come, lean your head against my shoulder

I cry with you if you cry

I sigh with you if you sigh

Please do not be sad

Things are not toot bad

As long as we could be together

We can out root problems for ever

Never be sad, never,

Be smart and clever

I am going to take care of you

And help you whatever you wish to do

Edgar:

My dear child you are too young for me

I am an old man, can you not see?

Don’t you see, you're wasting your time?

Hills of love aren't  this way to climb

Ekaterina:

     I am not a child, I’m twenty seven

     being in your arms, is like heaven

I love you from the bottom of my heart

Let’s enjoy the life, don’t keep us apart

I do anything to win you to be mine

With my love I make you shine

I love your land and sky of England

In my country your men are in demand

They love women not once but twice

They are happy and a jolly person and nice

in the restaurant they tip the Carson
I love you, because you're a lovely person

      I love you because you are  an English man

      Marring you would be my best plan

Edgar

I am not English by birth on this land

When I was young I came to England

I worked and lived here all my working life

You are too young to be my wife.

Ekaterina:

If you pay for my travelling cost

By money transfer or by post

I come and stay with you straightaway

I promise you to pay back with no delay

You won’t regret by having me as your wife

I bring prosperity and happiness to your life

I love you and miss you so much here

I want to be with you, my dear

Edgar:

I am left in my old age on my own

To me, no integrity, the life has shown

This crone life left me in a dark cavern

No wine, no dine, no nearby tavern

Tipsiness needed, I must drink

Get drunk, becoming calm and think

(he goes out, the dating agency comes. Helen enters)

Agency:

Have you manage to con him?

Snatch his money and harm him?

(Ekaterina and Helen both sing together)

He is  nice , cute and very tame

Conning him should not be our game

Edgar is a gentleman, and we love him in a way

This is our view,  if we may say

Agency:

(Shouts)

What?

Our business is to mislead honest people

Misleading wicked people is not that simple

We should make profit as much as we can

Take the money , pave your way to run

You both are young and beautiful
stay in the business calm and cool

Show your legs and blow your kisses

Fool him, slave him and turn him into pieces

he should  become  the slave of his desire

frustrate him with his lust fire

Make him wanting you badly

Make him needing you madly

Pretend you are in debt and need some money

Use spicy language; call him sweet heart or honey

Be tactful; do not reveal the secret

God has created honest people for us, I bet

(Helen and Ekaterina Sing)

For your harsh business don’t go too far

Please have mercy on Edgar

Do us a favour and say no word

Keep him outside your business world

Agency

Every opportunity is my business

Rip-off him and be silent witnesses

Your beauty alone, doesn’t bring in money

At heart, if you fail to be canny

Nature has given you beauty but noting else

With no money, beauty turns into empty shells

Fool any naive person for profit

With your beauty let them fall at your feet

Otherwise, I might as well, fire you straightaway

No points to keep you employed and pay

 Fridoun