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Aren’t we happy?

 

In my daily promenade

I saw a woman, wandering around

I ask her, what are you looking for?

She gazed at me with her forlorn eyes

And continued to her own way.

 

I was wondering where I was

In a land of wanderers

Or lost in nowhere.

 

I could see,

People ignorant to me

With their bodies

Burned by injustice

Trees dying of greed

And no breeze could cool

The heat of greed.

 

No one told me I was wrong

Choosing to be no one

And my hands crusted

With futility.

 

I have to continue my promenade

A daily chore with an obligation

I need to be healthy

Healthy and sound to watch tv

And listen to the news

And make myself up to date

To the cruelty happened to the whales

In the oceans

Or to the little boys and girls

Suffocating by poisoned gas.

 

Yes, I must be happy

And chat with many friends

All deaf and blind

But not me

I’m responsible,

Responsible to be no one

And do nothing.

 

Some say life in this world

Has been always strange

Strange and cruel

And funny too

And that’s my real world

Your real world as well

Or his and her.

But what’s the problem?

Aren’t we happy?

 

I’m looking for a house

 

 

When words flying away from me

Untold stories boiling in me

Evaporating to nowhere.

 

I’m wandering from the street

To the street looking for

A house.

A house once had been mine

Not anymore.

 

I’m looking for a house

To find my memories

Written on flowerbeds

On the cobblestones,

On the walls

Unreadable to anyone

 

I’m looking for a room

Full of dreams

Kept in bookcases

In the closets

Hanging from hangers.

 

I’m looking for a house

A house full of untold words

A house full of dreams.

 

June. 4, 2018

 

 

 

For my dear daughter Nooshin.

Mirror

 

 

The rain will wash my sorrows

And the sunshine will caress my dreams

I‘d travelled from land to land

And searched for a tree

Giving me shade and the joy of breeze.

 

But now, I’m locked in four walls

Weaving dreams after dreams

And make a blanket

To cover me in the days

When the sunshine

Is nowhere.

 

 

I look in a mirror

And don’t find myself

She’s gone somewhere else

With a backpack full of memories.

 

I leave my memories with you

To take them everywhere

And let them weave in the breezes

And travel by wind

To a far, faraway land.

For my dear son, Arash

Days empty of words

 

 

I have nothing to do

With my hands

Except to weave words into words

And make a blanket

To cover my soul

And keep me away from a chaotic world

A world full of glamorous nothingness.

 

I stay away from a crowd

Making too much noise

For nothing

But I listen to a breeze

Whispering a love song

To a sparrow hatching her chicks.

 

Some say I’m melancholic

Weaving words into words

Dragging me to an abyss

Burying me alive

In the land of the gray dreams.

 

But this is me made of dreams

And my hands searching for words

Weaving words into words

To make a blanket

Covering me in cold days

Days empty of words.

 

For my dear daughter, Shirin

I’m thinking of a house

 

 

How can I narrate my story

To no one

Just wind blowing to nowhere.

 

Let me tell you

Each story has a hero

Fighting for nothing

But nothing is everything.

 

If I want to look outside

I see a tree, bending in storm

Not willing to yield.

 

I’m thinking of a house

With a window to horizon

And beating hearts in silence

But words flowing in colors

Hatred melts in a smile

And an ocean of love.

 

I’m thinking of a house

With a rooted tree

Growing and growing

To give a shade to breathing hearts

In silence

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Being lost                                                                                               For Shiva and Kamraan

 

 

 

I write my dreams on the wind

And let them fly away, away

Away to a faraway land.

 

I have no room for my fantasies

I have no words for my tales

Untold, unread, unheard.

 

I have no name for the street I’m living

I have no address for my house

I have a tiny room in nowhere

But I have a vast place in universe

To wander around and being lost.

 

Let’s take a voyage

And go to nowhere

Nowhere is close by

I can walk and being lost.

 

Thanks for joining me!

I write my dreams on the wind

And let them fly away, away

Away to a faraway land.

 

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton