Relying on dreams means turning away from reality?

Delightfuly shining twinkling star
amid the darkness blinking from afar

Our unreachable wishes and dreams
the more unreachable the more desirable it seems

If one day on the bright shining star we land
we would face no more than dark earth and sand


Still the mind goes astray
far from reality turning awry

Gazing at the filth and dirt of the street
the radiation of a thumping dreaming heart in conflict

A contrast, the thud
those with thirst and hunger; the urge for innocent blood

The weird creatures called humans which on blood they feed
with disgusting neverending greed

Giving the devil a helping hand harvesting the seed
in some corners of the filthy dirty street,

men get killed; mothers die and the children left to bleed.

Yet

Stuffed with something you don't bring into words lest its sinful
you have lots to say and lots to express but pretend as a fool

you have the mind of a babe
life is short; time rules the crazy days and nights obey

you are scrutinized and judged here and there
could they see inside you they wouldn't be so unfair

you have a heart inside your chest thumping
in your heart rhythm you hear the sound of a step arriving

yet you keep silent when you got a lot to say
above the horizon Sun ascends as always to let the destiny play.

From the other side

When it is raining and the wind blows
Looking for shelter the birds and the crows

When in your heart you feel a longing
Listen to the wind, you will hear someone singing

You will hear someone call
It's me calling and singing from the other side of the wall

Dancing in my limitless cage
giving my soul freedom from a camouflage

The road blocked
the door closed and locked

Entrapped and little strength left to strive
but it all does not stop me singing for I'm still alive.

beyond Seas

I took this pic while driving along a country road that somehow reminded me of Olivia Newton John's old song.

a sunset sad but beautiful, isnt it?


Becoming fond of Sohrab Sepehri of lately, am sharing one of his works here turned into english:




I shall build a boat
I shall cast it in the water

I shall sail away from this strange earth
where no one awakens the heroes in the grove of love

a boat empty of net
and the heart longing for pearl

I shall continue sailing
Neither will I loose my heart for the blues
Nor for the mermaids who emerge from the water
To spread charm from their curls
On the lonely reflection of fishermen

I shall continue sailing
I shall continue singing

One should sail away, sail away
The night has sung its songs
Now it is the turn of windows

I shall continue sailing
I shall continue singing

Beyond the seas there is a town,
In which the windows open to reveal

Earth hears the music of your feeling
the fluttering sound of mythological birds is heard in the wind

beyond the seas there is a town
where the sun is as wide as the eyes of the early-risers
Poets inherit wisdom, light, and waters

Beyond the seas there is a town!
One must build a boat.

hearts

Thousands secrets of nature we share

a rose needs sunshine; needs attention and care

Hearts pure as gold, free from dust, and free of mold

hearts are to give; they are never sold

The best gift we have ever given away

they are not toys to play

Hearts need attention and care
Birds need to fly in pair.

To the One who Hears

برابري نكرد همه عالم و عالميان
 دمی كه جوابم دادي آنسان

باز ديدم از بهشت بسويم دري
دمی كه بلطف خود پناهم دادي

كند مرده را زنده بينا شود كور
دیم كه بشنود صداي عزيز تو از دور

گرفت جان و شد صبر در وجودم با معنا
دمی كه بدان امر فرمودي مرا

in the wind

Like a candle in the wind of destiny

the unstable mood and spirit demanding

a corner; a couple of arms to flee.

The little polar bear keeps the walk slow

leaving behind her mind and soul lost amid the snow

to continue her journey through the snow covered road

the hailstorm causing a blurry vision fold

it's hard to find the light put by the window pane

the whole wolrd looks frozen along with drops of rain

from far the home comes to view or is just a mirage

she is supposed to reach home where dad is waiting in rage

the little polar bear keeps walking sluggishly

carrying the weight of a smile on her face mindlessly.

Some more Serotonin ...... a couple of wings to fly

O God .. I am stuck to the ground

Happy new year?

The new year brings a new day to start

new fresh leaves sprouting

Goldfish in the bowl looking for know not what.

Here comes another day
another friday
it's all routine, duties and rules to obey

leave a tender trace in hearts and count a day
without false compliments to pay
then don't mind the day slip away.

The bitter chocolate

Once upon a time, many many years ago
when the stars were brighter and the birds happier singing so

there lived two people in love
the sky shining over them from above

Such days they had and such nights
yielding words in each other's soft syllables and melted hearts

many times he wished he could stop the clock
to hold and freeze those hasty tick and tock

and came the time to say bye
to leave the world with a sigh

so temporary; so soon; so short the end seemed to appear
the sweet moments blending up in tear

leaving the other one in grief; the destiny unkind
what’s more bitter than being left behind?

a wall to rely on

The whole world blind and deaf

and me, voiceless

I have seen a dream

what shall I do?

unable to speak

and them people

unable to hear.

Like a lonely leaf left to dry up on a stem

She fears the decay and being forgotten
fearful of falling victim into the arms of a heartless wind
through the hasty seconds to the end of horizon

the spring turns into an autumnal season
days of her life story reflecting the broken mirror of her heart
as gloomy as a thundering sky; as dark as night
like a lonely sunset hidden behind the clouds,
In vain she counts the minutes waiting for a sight.

not among us anymore

Dear souls rest in peace without lullabies
rest in peace without pain and worries
winter nightmares you don’t have anymore
picking regret flowers you don't need any more
the sun is not getting you sun burned any more
the wind is not blasting your lovely face any more
and not waking up in doubts and worries any more
you left the puppets
leaving behind The jungle rules
leaving a world that kindness is strange to souls
you took your heart somewhere else
some place that heaven door bells
some place that angels sing you lullabies
you sleeping now without bedtime stories
May you rest in peace with no pain and no worries.

Those tears

As they dragged me out of a warm, kind and protective womb 41 years ago, I was offered the box of chocolate that is called life and I took it obediently, ignorant about the inside and at the same time opened my eyelids to the world, screaming wildly.

So crying was my first experience in life. I cried when I was hungry or felt cold or uncomfortable and I got pampered, was cuddled and taken care of as best as possible.
By instinct I knew those tears were a good signal to make others aware of my basically urgent needs.

While growing up I began feeling ashamed of crying; I felt uneasy and embarrassed of showing my inner emotions even behind the closed door.
At the later years, little by little I learned hiding those precious pearls, those tears. I kept hiding those jewels until I lost trace of them completely.

Now there are times I feel the absence; times I feel like an overflowing bottle with the lead sealed and fastened tightly; there are times I desperately need my tears back. Maybe I will find those tears back again soon before the box of chocolate comes to end.

For better or worse
I can no longer put my mind to force

You see my heartbeat still signals the morse
Still calling you with the same voice

only changing my writing style
giving you a chance to skip my poetry for a while

let's put away the lines for now to hell with them
since my heart’s now beating with no rhythm.

Every morning

Hey you player, don’t cry in shame
We all are the same

Every morning we wake
We put a mask on our faces, a fake

One plays a teacher; one a wanderer
One plays as a singer; one becomes a song seller

The old mask of life remains on our faces until the late hours
And the silent hidden tears flow underneath like always

peer out of your mask for once

don’t speak words made in advance

Break free from the cocoon, the shell
Draw a window on the bars of the cell

we are who we are only for a glance
even for a breath If given a chance

For how long our masks are to speak the role?
For how long the silence is the ploy?

peer out of your mask for once
don’t speak words made in advance

Break free from the cocoon, the shell
draw a window on the bars of the cell

I want to shout out this song on the scene
I want to tear off my mask and shout like the real me which I've never been .

Comfortably numb

Here my pen has lost the ink
has there ever been to confusion a URL, a link?
but I like to open my heart so you can peep in
seeking a strong wall to speak, to lean
so to find composure, so be it
be my dreams come true to meet
before stops my heart the beat
with the destiny it's useless to defeat
Don't give me advice, don't regard me the culprit
my mind unscrewed long ago … I lost it

closing the door to advices, life was my share of cup that I gave up....