Monday, September 19

وهم بالغ

در ناگهان ِ لحظه ی بعدی شکفته ای
بر قاعده چون وهم ِ بالغی

انبوه کرده خالی ِ هستی م در سکوت
ترسیم ِ تازه ی ابعادِ ساحلی

بر شیب ِ عروقم کرشمه وار
بی گفتگو، تجسم ِ یک واژ ِ صیقلی

می خوانمت آسانتر از نگاه
همچون طبیعت ِ بیدار ِ خلقتی

در ناگهان ِ لحظه ی بعدی که تو
از خواب کهنه به چشمم خزیده ای

Saturday, September 17

interpreter

Body is a materialized simulation of the soul…
When the heart is suffering from a disease, serious damage to the brain is possible which could be more dangerous than the heart disease itself…

I don’t know a woman more sensitive and devoted to her family than my mother…every one can talk about the mothers as symbols of love and devotion…but no one has ever stopped wondering about them…my mother has a body that interprets her soul…and I have read it recently…

Thursday, September 15

independent existance

You can be the leader of your thoughts till the moment that they are not expressed…
Whenever they got expressed to someone, you loose your power over them, while they got the power over you…you can no longer deny them…they’ve got a doubtless powerful separated existence…they’ve got an existence...you can no longer deny them…
You may act against your thoughts…they might change with your actions….but you can’t change an independent existence easily…
You are doomed to their will, while once your will could shape them…You may be happy with sad thoughts in your mind, but you can never feel happiness after telling bitter words escaped from your jail and gaoled you…

Thursday, September 8

change

To be both sensitive and strong is impossible…
(Or may be the definition of strength is different from what people think)

But I would never lose my senses to be strong…

Could it be possible to change the way senses feel?
As you can change your mind, or thoughts…. But you can never change your logic…
Could the senses feel free, in the situations that they normally feel tortured?
I think they couldn’t without a change in the mind, although sometimes they don’t agree with the mind…

Somehow I must make my feelings free…

Saturday, September 3

سخت سرسبز

آبستن خویشم سخت
موزونتر از اندامت
آبستن آن شعرم
تا قابله ی عشقت
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یا کوه پر از برفم
یا دره ی بی سیلاب
بی بوسه ی خورشیدت
عریان کندم سیراب
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باران زده دشتم دور
از دست تمنایت
کو دانه ی دردانه ت
فریاد کنم سرسبز