Peace

Looking for peace

It's so out of reach

Waiting and Waiting

Searching and Searching

I have to create it 

Out of everything

Or out of nothing

Or maybe peace is the nothingness

There is nothing in nothingness

No chains, no tears, no nothing

To hurt me no more

It will be light and free

Just quiet and calm, and peaceful...

Forgive, forgive yourself first

Accept, what you can't control

Be mindful, be present, be kind

And go back to mother nature

She brings you thunder and peace

Maybe that's the key

They come together, not just the peace...

My Son

Reading my blog after a while
Old memories bring tears and smile

A lot has changed, have a child
Who is my love and pride

His smile and deep dark eyes
Make me happy, I realize

I am joyful you are here
After waiting for years

You are delight and sunshine
My beautiful son of mine!

The two

One sea with two rivers
One butterfly with two wings
One fire with two flames
One pearl in two shells
One body with two souls
One heart with two beats
One love with two lives

Restless soul

I want to hang out with those
who have experienced pain
who have experienced pure joy

I want to be with the ones
who have cried in the middle of the night
who have made love in a hot summer night

I love those
who have experienced a knife
stabbing their hearts
who have experienced the lightness
of getting high

I admire those
who have so much passion in their souls
who have experienced love and hate

I want those
who have experienced the storm in their lives
who have burnt and melted in love

Because, I have a soul full of extremes
not peace, even though I miss it so much...

The Flesh

The Flesh got a scar today
that will bleed forever
it won't leave a mark this time
because it will remain
an open wound
and bleed like a spring

The Flesh has so many marks
that it has deformed now
it does't look like the flesh it was
scars over scars
marks over marks
blood over blood

The Flesh
will just generate blood
nothing else
it has given up forever
on love and loyalty

The Flesh will remain a flesh
until it runs out of blood
and dies and gets decomposed
like the other flesh close by...

Frida

This one was just a weed,
with a lot of fertilizers,
in my empty womb

They took the weed out today
and in return
it ripped me with blood and pain

The pain that is rooted in my heart
stabbing so hard that
it will make it stop one day

And that day,
"I hope the exit is joyful and
I hope never to return."

In memory of Frida Kahlo ...

Red dragonfly

It is said that there is only a specific time when the red dragonfly enters your life: after the death of a loved one. And the red dragonfly came by today.

Sat there quietly as she looked at her. She got closer and closer and the red dragonfly did not move. As she got closer, she could feel the force of nature all around her and felt how powerful it was. So, she looked at the red dragonfly one last time and said good bye to the soul of her loved one as the red dragonfly flew away. It became a free soul after a short life of 9 weeks and 1 day...

زندگى رسم عجيبيست

زندگى رسم عجيبيست

كه يك مرغ مهاجر دارد

مرغى كه برخاست و

مشكل نشيند

بالهايش را بگشود

پر زد و بگذاشت

غمها را، خاطرات را

برفت از اينجا

برفت تنهاى تنها

بر فراغ ابرها، آبها

بر فراغ كوهها، دشتها

دور شد از اينجا

برفت تنها و بى پروا

زندگى رسم عجيبيست

كه يك مرغ مهاجر دارد

مرغى كه آموخت

عشق را، لحظه ها را

پر زدنها و

پرپر شدنها را

مرغى كه آموخت

طعم خوش هوس را

لطف خوش محبت

آرامش سكوت را

آزادى و طراوت

گرماى عشق را

آغوش باز، رفاقت

مرغى كه آموخت

گريهء شبانگاه را

طعم تلخ اسارت

دادها، فرياد ها

سردىِ سخت ملامت

شكوه ها و غصه ها

لَختى آنهمه جهالت

زندگى رسم عجيبيست

كه يك مرغ مهاجر دارد

مرغى كه برخاست و

...مشكل نشيند

به ياد سهراب سپهرى و طبيب اصفهانى

Love

I can hear a voice,
from far away,
from the source,

What do you want from me?
you are calling me again...
but this time,
I don't resist,
I follow the voice,
let it hypnotize me,
I'm not afraid,
being asleep or awake,

I let the instinct fly,
make my logic blind,
I'm the water,
not in the pond,
free and rolling,
piercing the rock,
reflecting the light,

I can hear it again,
feel it again,
It is the love, my love.

Love is amazing,
love is the source,
love is my energy,
love is the synergy.

Your love,
your face,
your voice,
is what and only thing on my mind,

It's penetrating through my body,
through my mind,
and through my soul,

You don't know,
you have no clue,
but there is a storm in my heart.

You just smile,
but it takes me away,
to a different world,

I want you,
I want you from the bottom of my heart,
from the deep roots of my existence,

Every cell of my body wants you,
wants to look at you,
wants to talk to you,
and wants to touch you,

Come, come to me my love,
your love is the essence of my drunkenness,
and the source of my sobriety,

Your love for me,
was so unexpected,
and my reaction, so unpredictable,

I love you my love,
the love is so vibrant,
so powerful,
it makes your image so alive,

I'm surrounded by this love,
I want to be surrounded,
I want to drown in this dream,
and get reborn in this love.

I love you my love,
since the first moment I saw you,
since the first conversation,
since the first interaction,

since the first goodbye,
counting days and minutes,
to see you,
to talk to you,
to hear your voice,
to feel your pulse,
since that first goodbye.

I love you my love,
I love everything about you,
even though we are so different,
even though we're worlds apart.

I love you my love,
I do.

My love of ten years

My love of ten years,
let's celebrate and cheers
to our life that pioneers
passion and liveliness that clears
boredom and all fears

My love of ten years,
let us stay peers
let us bring souvenirs
from remote frontiers
from beaches and piers

My love of ten years,
even if the feeling
sometimes disappears
the true love clears
the lingering smears
that manifest in tears

My love of ten years,
when the life sheers
let the love steers
and let me whisper
in your ears:
I love you....


Cancun, Mexico

سراب

"از آن زمان که آرزو، چو نقشی از سراب شد

تمام جستجوی دل، سوال بی جواب شد
نرفته کام تشنه ای، به جستجوی چشمه ها
خطوط نقش زندگی، چو نقشه ای بر آب شد

چه سینه سوز آه ها، که خفته بر لبان ما
هزار گفتنی به لب، اسیر پیچ و تاب شد
نه شور عارفانه ای، نه شوق شاعرانه ای
قرار عاشقانه هم، شتاب در شتاب شد

نه فرصت شکایتی، نه قصه و روایتی

تمام جلوه های جان، چو آرزو به خواب شد

نگاه منتظر به در، نشست و عمر شد به سر

نیامده به خود دگر، که دوره شباب شد"

- مهين عميد

Blood

The heart is being whipped,

the blood is getting dripped,

The blood is still thick and warm,

even though it is after the storm,

facts of life, they all swarm,

and little by little appears a form,

The form is a mirror,

and the face gets clear,

the face of a liar,

who used to be a lover,

and fill her with desire,

but now it's all a big fire.

Skin is burning, 

blood is failing,

to reach the heart,

that is yearning...

Another night

Another night,
staring at ceiling
thinking and thinking
looking for a clue
thinking about you

Another night,
time is running out
world is a blackout
brain is in doubt
heart wants to shout

Another night,
conscious or subconscious
intuition is the zest
which is the air for lovers' nest
I know our love is blessed

Love came here

"There is no end, to this story
No final blow, or glory
Love came here, and never left

Now that my heart, is open
It can't be closed, or broken
Love came here, and never left

Now I'll have to live, with loving you forever
Although our days of living life together
Of living life together, are over

There's nothing here, to throw away
I came to you, in light of day
And love came here, and never left"

- Lhasa

Water

Water, I can hear you

Take me with you

And purify my body and soul

Let me start a new beginning

Tiny little waves 

Sing, sing in my ears

And make me free of fears

A thousand little glitters

Shine on your surface

A pure reflection of beauty

And the beauty itself

An effortless perfection

Peace is the new power 

That I am discovering in you

Calm and empowering 

Beautiful and powerful

Piercing and soothing 

Water, you are everything

All together, yin and yang

Clear, blue, red, and dark

Having flowers and shark

You give life 

And take it away

That's how powerful 

Is your way 

You Mother, I'm closer to you

Sitting here on the sands by you

You are the pure beauty

The only beauty

That could be ever worshipped

The essence of creation

The Mother of the nature

Aitutaki
August 1st, 2014

Chaos

The perfection that is so close
but so out of reach
The perfection that lasts not even an hour 
just a few minutes
The perfection that keeps my heart beat

A fantasy
that can never be achieved
That's what makes it a challenge
A challenge to keep trying and trying
Hoping and hoping
That's what keeps me going

You, my love, 
who is here, who is there
The love itself is the essence
The love that brings chaos
The chaos that brings its flames
The flames that burn
Burn my existence day by day

And my heart, is in the middle of this chaos
And beats second by second, trying hard
And someday, it will stop
And take no pain

Crazy

I am here, but I'm elsewhere
There is a fear, I'm unaware

I love you, but you are far away
I miss you, in this month of May

April became May, May becomes June
Time goes by, moon after moon

I sit and dream, like a tangerine
Patient to get orange, after being green

Life is too short, I'd like to ignore
that we are not together, like sea and shore

Water comes close, in tiny little waves
Washes his body, but it never stays

Crazy, crazy, that's what I've become
Burning with flame, after being numb

Tangled

Counting hours, counting time

Cannot come up with good rhyme

Mystery is gone, but feeling is there

Spring is wild and love in the air

I want to see you, in that square

Where we hold each other and no one care

I sit on your lap and you on the chair

Not too far from where they pray

Sky is cloudy and there is a blare

Here comes the thunder after the ray

The lovers are tangled, still sitting there

As the rain goes through their hair

Lips on lips and they whisper

My bittersweet, tongue twister:

Lovers lively lavish love

An eternity, can't walk out of

Imaginary portrait

Somewhere is day, somewhere is night
Somewhere it rains, somewhere is hot
Somewhere he lives, somewhere she sleeps
Somewhere he sings, somewhere she thinks 

Somewhere he is, far and away
Somewhere she is, imaginary portrait

The portrait is the face of a future
A future that could be more than a rumor
A rumor that is in her heart and soul
A soul that wants to become a whole
A whole that is the unattainable lover's goal

Another day

Another day, spring is here
Another day, persian new year
Another day, a dream I drew
Another day, I think of you

Another day, family is all there
Another day, love is in the air
Another day, a nice life debut
Another day, I think of you

Another day, I am enraptured by your words
Another day, I am enamored by the choice
Another day, I learn something new
Another day, I think of you

بهار زیبا

بازم بارون، بازم بارون

بازم بارون بی‌ آروم

بازم من موندم و ایوون

توی ایوون بی‌ باغبون

منم عاشق

منم معشوق

منم تنها و سرگردون

دلم اینجاست

دلم اونجاست

دلم غوغا ازین آزمون

یه روز خوشحال

یه روز غمگین

یه روز بی‌ غم، ولی‌ شیطون

سرم سنگین

دلم مغشوش

گوشام مسته 

صدای ناودون

نگام اما 

دوخته به آسمون

به اون ابر بهار

که میجوشد 

در فلک گردون 

بجوش بجوش 

ابر بهار

ببار ببار

مثل سراب

که این خیسی

نیست سراب

که این خیسی

طراوت است در بهار

بهاری که زیباست، با یار 

A Short Poem of Love

I miss you,
As the nights go through

I want you,
As the sky and the blue

I need you,
As tradition and taboo

I feel you,
As the rose and the dew

I love you,
As it is always true

Rafter

The real waiting is not for the night,
but for what follows after,
the night will become morning,
in the blink of the rafter

The rafter,
who paddled a lifetime,
the waters,
that were begrimed

There was a laughter,
That she was after,
So she paddled and paddled,
Looking for that laughter

One day as she paddled,
Saw the water was clear,
Wondered when that happened,
When she hit the pier

دلتنگ

باز باران، با ترانه"

با گهرهاى فراوان

"ميخورد بر بام خانه

من ولى تنها و خسته

مينشينم بر در خانه

سرم مغشوش و دل بشكسته

نميدانم چرا اينست

سرانجامم جاده اى بسته

به يك سو عاشقى خسته

دگر سو، زمانى از دست رفته

دلم تنگ است براى جوشيدن

شراب ناب نوشيدن

براى از ته دل خنديدن

سفر كردن، عشق ورزيدن

از شدت احساس لرزيدن

Peace

Feeling content, feeling light
Feeling delighted, this warm night

Filled with joy, showering love,
Like a koi, splashing life

Sound of love, piano keys
Lovely memory, here to keep

Melodies travel, between the rooms
Scent of flower, light perfume

World is calm, like a shrine
Nothing to bother, peace is mine.

موج

نگاهم ساحلِ آرام

لبم خندان، ولى

دلم درياست

دلم توفانِ بى پرواست

موج مى كِشد من را

ميبَرد من را

نمى خواهم روَم اما

چراكه مى شكند من را

در سرانجامى خسته و تنها

كس نداند كه پيش از توفان

دل به ساحلى بود، آرام

عشق بود و بخشيدن

عشق بود و عشق ورزيدن

دل به از اين نمى دانست

عشق را بخشندگى دانست

افتاد، ولى برخاست

عشق را سعىِ دگر پنداشت

بسوخت چون پروانه

بشد ديوانه

ببار باران، ببار باران

بر اين درياى پر توفان

كه امشب من شكستم

آن طلسمِ ساحلِ آرام

ببار باران، ببار باران

بر اين درياى پر توفان

بر اين قلب و دلِ آشوب

نموده وجودِ مرا مسموم

دلم درياست

دلم بى پرواست

دلم موج شد پُر از فرياد

پر از زخمهاى خنجرِ تكرار

مى روم چون موج با موج

مى سپارم ساحلِ آرام

به دست عاشق خمّار

منم آن موجِ سركش

كه كوبم بر دلِ دريا

منم آن موجِ ديوانه

كه نيستم اندكى پروا

منم فتنه! نه پروانه

كه از هم مى دَرم خانه

كوهِ سخت را در هم نَهم

سخرهء تيز را در شكنم

مى روم با موج

هراسم نيست

تنها مى روم

.......

.......

صبحِ بعد از توفان

ساحلى بود آرام

عاشقى با معشوق

دريا بيكران، آبى

آفتاب در آسمان تابيد

موج رد شد

بوسه اى زد بر تنِ عريان

ولى بيش نماند آنجا

برفت از ساحلِ آرام

برفت تنها و بى پروا

Glass Piece of Art

There is nothing you can do about the beautiful glass piece of art that is broken. It is shattered all around. The best glues in the world cannot bring its existance back to life. It is broken forever...

The only thing that you can do with it, is to use it as recycled glass in another piece of art. Another piece that will be hung on the wall and people will walk by it and look at it; some will stare at it, at those tiny pieces of glass that shine and change color in light...

There was a lot of efforts and energy put into creation of that glass piece of art, which was shattered; it was created out of nothing. It had experienced extreme hot and cold in its short life of ten years. Every one was amazed by the beauty of it, by the harmony of its colors...

But after it was shattered and recycled into another piece, no one realized that those beautiful little pieces used to belong to one glass piece of art, which was just a fragile hollow piece, shattered by a sudden shock, in a matter of a second...

A short moment of love

A summer afternoon, sun is shining in the blue sky, showering them both with its warmth. They are sitting only six feet apart, looking straight ahead. They don't know each other. They are both sitting and waiting; and then somehow they feel the other person's presence and turn their heads and see each other for the first time. 

An unpredicted moment in a lazy day. It starts with a smile, eyes explore the other person's face and they choose to keep looking at each other, not looking away. A bigger smile. A laughter. They are glad that they happen to be there at the same time. They don't mind sitting and waiting anymore. Looking at each other's eyes, they want that moment linger through the day and maybe through the night...

Suddenly there is movement around them, someone is honking behind them. Oh, the light has turned green, they have to drive their cars and leave that intersection; the intersection that they will remember forever, because of that short moment of love...

You & Me

Another summer night,

it is already one year passed

Warm night, windows all open,

a good, cold chardonnay wine

Sip after sip,

glass after glass,

towards freedom of mind,

not a full freedom,

as your thought,

conquers my heart & my mind

Your thought flows in my mind,

flows in my heart,

and flows in all my sensations

And I let it conquer my whole existence,

I never thought how captivating it can be,

funny how I let it be captivating,

I let it take me away from the moment,

from the time and place,

from my entire existence

My existence is yours,

your existence is mine,

I am you, 

and you are me,

and the whole world becomes one,

with mother nature, you and me...

Making a choice

It's all about timing,
it's all about courage,
it's all about leaving the routine,
it's all about breaking the pact,
and not being afraid...

Following those anxious feelings,
letting go of the memories,
feeling the moment,
and dissolving in the emotions.

It's all about sticking to that spark,
and not being afraid,
following the unknown,
going agaist the river,
the river of time and routine,

It's all about hesitation,
the anxiety of calling him,
the anxiety of seeing him,
the anxiety of kissing him,

It's all about making a choice...

Within Seconds

He leaves the table after lingering for hours over a cup  of coffee,
within seconds she passes by.

She takes her time before leaving the store,
within seconds he goes in.

He passes by after letting his dog take his time in front of her house,
within seconds she comes out to check the mail.

She enters the building,
within seconds he comes out.

He passes through the alley where they kissed,
his entire body becomes a big eye,
eager to find her, to look through her.

Within seconds she passes through the same alley,
desire fills up her mind, her body and her soul,
yearning to feel him, to touch him.

Craving for the right moment to come,
within seconds everything can change...