Tuesday 21 September 2010
Sunday 22 August 2010
The Whispers
Your eyes resemble the moonlight
On the painted silk of dreams
The eternal joy of everything there is
The gardens, the dawn and the water the flowers,
Your eyes burns the eternal fire
on the candles, the sun and the moonlight
the dawn of immortal dreams
In the bright purity of the altars
Is the lavish greet of your treat
the smile of the moonlight on the marsh
Is the gentle movement of your walk
the dances of the fish, in the pond!
You smile the mirror of the sun
Thousands of deer’s are set free
In the shadow of your eyes
Sweater than sweat, which fruit will be ripe
In which green garden of your love
if there was a leaf of your voice
the existence of hundred gardens and rain drops
In front of closeness of your divine love
The sun and hundreds of solar is worthless
There is dragon in my silence
That its mouth is the hell of moments
Not paradise
Cease this hell of the word in green
That emerald is the defendant of the dragon
In my look are still spring
Purer than the spring still
Enlightening the eyes of wishes
Is the smile of spring dawn still?
In the aroma of life in the reminisce of the field
The dawn mist and rain drops
In my thirsty taste of tammuz*
Is the cleansed snow of the hills?
In the bright dawn of spring
Are the fragrances of the barley fields still?
The fields of my dreams
Are the burning lightening and rain drops
The breath of my love thirsty of your lips
Am silent away from you and your voice
Like a rain fatigued in the desert of your caress
I am running aimlessly in your filed
Am tiny wave with a large stamina
I run until the coast of your sea
With my scream like a deer in your forest
I am running everywhere in your trace
Drunk like sheep and flock
I am grazing with your tune of hey hey
I am drunk of your eyes pray
Oh how drunken are in your face
If thy stay empty of your meaning
The time is travelling of free palms
Childhood gone, youthfulness will go away too
Hey, the brightness of the dear dawn
In the night dark, eternity is leaving
This crystal dawn of the spring
Is falling in the hands of fall
Like the pure water of the spring waters
Is leaving your eyes so silently
We are in the realm of night and day
The caravan of life is leaving us
Be the sun of laughter in my night
Be my doubtful sun in my darkness
You the angel of wings on the fly
Be the a shade of my love
You the music player of the drunken lovers’
In the midst of all sorrows, be the joy
With your image, I have decorated my solitude
you yourself be the hope for all
Tammuz is a Jewish month (June/July), contains the fast day, 17th of Tammuz.
The fast of the Seventeenth of Tammuz (Shivah Assar b'Tammuz) commemorates five sad events which occurred on this date:
1. Moses broke the tablets upon seeing the Golden Calf.
2. They ceased to offer the daily sacrifices in the 1st Holy Temple because there weren't any more cattle in Jerusalem. This occurred during the Babylonian siege on Jerusalem, which eventually led to the destruction of the Temple.
On the Seventeenth of Tammuz the walls of Jerusalem were breached by the Romans after a lengthy siege. Three weeks later, after the Jews put up a valiant struggle, the Romans destroyed the second Holy Temple
3. Apustmus burned the holy Torah. Historians have long debated when this occurred; some maintain that Apustmus was a general during the Roman reign over Israel, while others contend that he lived years earlier and was an officer during the Greek occupation of the Holy Land.
4. An idol was placed in the Holy Temple. This event is also shrouded in controversy; some say that this too was done by Apustmus, while others say that this was done by King Manasseh of Judea.
5. The walls of Jerusalem were breached by the Romans after a lengthy siege. Three weeks later, after the Jews put up a valiant struggle, the Romans destroyed the second Holy Temple. [The Jerusalem Talmud maintains that the Babylonians breached the walls of Jerusalem, on their way to destroying the First Temple, also on this date.]
On the painted silk of dreams
The eternal joy of everything there is
The gardens, the dawn and the water the flowers,
Your eyes burns the eternal fire
on the candles, the sun and the moonlight
the dawn of immortal dreams
In the bright purity of the altars
Is the lavish greet of your treat
the smile of the moonlight on the marsh
Is the gentle movement of your walk
the dances of the fish, in the pond!
You smile the mirror of the sun
Thousands of deer’s are set free
In the shadow of your eyes
Sweater than sweat, which fruit will be ripe
In which green garden of your love
if there was a leaf of your voice
the existence of hundred gardens and rain drops
In front of closeness of your divine love
The sun and hundreds of solar is worthless
There is dragon in my silence
That its mouth is the hell of moments
Not paradise
Cease this hell of the word in green
That emerald is the defendant of the dragon
In my look are still spring
Purer than the spring still
Enlightening the eyes of wishes
Is the smile of spring dawn still?
In the aroma of life in the reminisce of the field
The dawn mist and rain drops
In my thirsty taste of tammuz*
Is the cleansed snow of the hills?
In the bright dawn of spring
Are the fragrances of the barley fields still?
The fields of my dreams
Are the burning lightening and rain drops
The breath of my love thirsty of your lips
Am silent away from you and your voice
Like a rain fatigued in the desert of your caress
I am running aimlessly in your filed
Am tiny wave with a large stamina
I run until the coast of your sea
With my scream like a deer in your forest
I am running everywhere in your trace
Drunk like sheep and flock
I am grazing with your tune of hey hey
I am drunk of your eyes pray
Oh how drunken are in your face
If thy stay empty of your meaning
The time is travelling of free palms
Childhood gone, youthfulness will go away too
Hey, the brightness of the dear dawn
In the night dark, eternity is leaving
This crystal dawn of the spring
Is falling in the hands of fall
Like the pure water of the spring waters
Is leaving your eyes so silently
We are in the realm of night and day
The caravan of life is leaving us
Be the sun of laughter in my night
Be my doubtful sun in my darkness
You the angel of wings on the fly
Be the a shade of my love
You the music player of the drunken lovers’
In the midst of all sorrows, be the joy
With your image, I have decorated my solitude
you yourself be the hope for all
Tammuz is a Jewish month (June/July), contains the fast day, 17th of Tammuz.
The fast of the Seventeenth of Tammuz (Shivah Assar b'Tammuz) commemorates five sad events which occurred on this date:
1. Moses broke the tablets upon seeing the Golden Calf.
2. They ceased to offer the daily sacrifices in the 1st Holy Temple because there weren't any more cattle in Jerusalem. This occurred during the Babylonian siege on Jerusalem, which eventually led to the destruction of the Temple.
On the Seventeenth of Tammuz the walls of Jerusalem were breached by the Romans after a lengthy siege. Three weeks later, after the Jews put up a valiant struggle, the Romans destroyed the second Holy Temple
3. Apustmus burned the holy Torah. Historians have long debated when this occurred; some maintain that Apustmus was a general during the Roman reign over Israel, while others contend that he lived years earlier and was an officer during the Greek occupation of the Holy Land.
4. An idol was placed in the Holy Temple. This event is also shrouded in controversy; some say that this too was done by Apustmus, while others say that this was done by King Manasseh of Judea.
5. The walls of Jerusalem were breached by the Romans after a lengthy siege. Three weeks later, after the Jews put up a valiant struggle, the Romans destroyed the second Holy Temple. [The Jerusalem Talmud maintains that the Babylonians breached the walls of Jerusalem, on their way to destroying the First Temple, also on this date.]
Tuesday 27 July 2010
Saturday 10 July 2010
Take me...Rescue me...
Release my soul
Take me, rescue me
Free from everything, from all
pour me with your love
With the warmth,
Away from cold
And…
release me from the world
I have set my heart on you
On your toil
Steal my gaze, my eyes, my mind,
My sun, my moon, my ground
My soul…
let fire burn me from inside all to my heart
Flames flicker, on my body
To tear me apart
O’ Dearest
O’ my dearest
Take all my belongings
Everything…
Take away what I want
Take away what I do
Take away what I need
Take away everything
That takes me from you
Take me, rescue me
Free from everything, from all
pour me with your love
With the warmth,
Away from cold
And…
release me from the world
I have set my heart on you
On your toil
Steal my gaze, my eyes, my mind,
My sun, my moon, my ground
My soul…
let fire burn me from inside all to my heart
Flames flicker, on my body
To tear me apart
O’ Dearest
O’ my dearest
Take all my belongings
Everything…
Take away what I want
Take away what I do
Take away what I need
Take away everything
That takes me from you
Wednesday 7 July 2010
Sunday 4 July 2010
My Love for You On your Birthday
My Love for You
On your Birthday
My love for you, shall never pause,
Strong and determined with all my flaws
It endures and doesn’t judge,
My love for you never holds a lasting grudge
Your Generosity , loyalty, and always kind,
My love To you is blind
My love to sees only you
My beating heart I must include
On your birthday, my love for you,
From the clouds, from the mountain tops
a perfect view
Moments, memories, all these time
a year gone by,
I'm here for you, close to your heart
My love for you, lives by the truth,
Always keeps me, always leads me to my youth
When it sees, you and your trust and hope,
It climbs and conquers any mountains and slope
My love for you on your Birthday
I celebrate your birth today
A gorgeous princess you always portray
Best friends and lovers
You are all in one
I am so happy to have you
As the only one
I only wish the best for you,
New experiences we will always pursue
On this special birthday,
On this special that belongs to you
I’ll hold you tight
as the flames of my love,
Begin to ignite
On your Birthday
My love for you, shall never pause,
Strong and determined with all my flaws
It endures and doesn’t judge,
My love for you never holds a lasting grudge
Your Generosity , loyalty, and always kind,
My love To you is blind
My love to sees only you
My beating heart I must include
On your birthday, my love for you,
From the clouds, from the mountain tops
a perfect view
Moments, memories, all these time
a year gone by,
I'm here for you, close to your heart
My love for you, lives by the truth,
Always keeps me, always leads me to my youth
When it sees, you and your trust and hope,
It climbs and conquers any mountains and slope
My love for you on your Birthday
I celebrate your birth today
A gorgeous princess you always portray
Best friends and lovers
You are all in one
I am so happy to have you
As the only one
I only wish the best for you,
New experiences we will always pursue
On this special birthday,
On this special that belongs to you
I’ll hold you tight
as the flames of my love,
Begin to ignite
Thursday 1 July 2010
A day begins....
A day begins
With all the beauty it brings
The sun rises in the east
To wake the earth and all things
Tis then fluttering birds
Start to sing
A new day, a new morning
And my new dreams
A new glow of bright light
A new glow of bright sunshine
Our daily life, our daily hopes
New visions…
Gives us the strength…
To struggle, to survive…
To renew our deepest dreams
With all the beauty it brings
The sun rises in the east
To wake the earth and all things
Tis then fluttering birds
Start to sing
A new day, a new morning
And my new dreams
A new glow of bright light
A new glow of bright sunshine
Our daily life, our daily hopes
New visions…
Gives us the strength…
To struggle, to survive…
To renew our deepest dreams
Wednesday 30 June 2010
The angst of a man....
The angst of a man is like a tune with the wind
And his dreams are unnoticed with starry sky
And every drop of snow resembles a tear drop
And silence- is full of unspoken words
And undone movement
And confession to hidden love affairs
And wonders of untold
In this silence our reality is hidden
The reality of you…and I
I wish for you and me, a pair of eyes
To gaze at the lights and signs in our darkness
And ears to listen to voices and impulses
In our unconscious moments
For you and I…a soul
To hold all these in and accept
And a language
That in its honesty
To release us from our darkness
And let us to be free from all those
That has captured us
To speak out
Sometimes those that relieve us from the reality
Is empty in itself
Because it is only truth that gives deliverance
It is of our pure luck
Maybe…
That those we wish for are not attainable
Or it just escapes from our hands
I want to melt in the outlook of horizon
On the point of where the seas end and sky begins
I want to mix with what has wrapped around me
I feel and I know
I rub my hands and I am fearful
I believe and I am hopeful
That nothing is going to confront with it
I want to melt in the outlook of horizon
On the point of where the seas end and sky begins
And his dreams are unnoticed with starry sky
And every drop of snow resembles a tear drop
And silence- is full of unspoken words
And undone movement
And confession to hidden love affairs
And wonders of untold
In this silence our reality is hidden
The reality of you…and I
I wish for you and me, a pair of eyes
To gaze at the lights and signs in our darkness
And ears to listen to voices and impulses
In our unconscious moments
For you and I…a soul
To hold all these in and accept
And a language
That in its honesty
To release us from our darkness
And let us to be free from all those
That has captured us
To speak out
Sometimes those that relieve us from the reality
Is empty in itself
Because it is only truth that gives deliverance
It is of our pure luck
Maybe…
That those we wish for are not attainable
Or it just escapes from our hands
I want to melt in the outlook of horizon
On the point of where the seas end and sky begins
I want to mix with what has wrapped around me
I feel and I know
I rub my hands and I am fearful
I believe and I am hopeful
That nothing is going to confront with it
I want to melt in the outlook of horizon
On the point of where the seas end and sky begins
A story...
A story I want to tell
Of three things, that been curtail
A hand, a window and a stone
Of three things, that been curtail
A hand, a window and a stone
A moment that pauses in a tone
The window didn’t want to be shatter
Nor a stone did want to be thrown
The hand that was the one
Doing all that on its own
An insult can fly if it is prone
It cannot be forgotten nor can’t it be gone
Like the shattered window
Cannot forget the cracks on its own
Being hit by one stone
An insult is not like small stone
That was by one hand it was thrown
The hand that unthinkingly that throw
To shatter a friends window
An insult just like that stone
Once breaks and shatters the glass on the window
Stays shattered if it becomes a repaired window
A woman...
I know a woman
Has a desire to fly
Anxious she try
She is frightened of travel and cry
I know a woman
In the corner of her house
Between washing and cooking
Sings a love song
She beholds a simple gaze and she is alone
Her voice is tired and exhausted, and she is torn
Her dreams are at the bottom of future and wasted
I know a woman
Being regretful
Why has she lost her heart?
To the one dose not surmise
A woman whispers quietly
I am tired of this house
But in dilemma if she disparts
Whose hand going to comb the hair
Of her child
A woman is in pain and pregnant
A baby of sorrow in her arms
The woman whispers and cries
She is empty in her breasts of milk to feed her child
A woman with her lonely fiber
Is sewing a net
A woman in the darkened corner
Is praying for light
A woman acquainted with chain
A woman familiar with jail
All of her shares are
The cold look of a prison guard
I know a woman
Dies of despise on her prides
But she sings
The music of what destiny brings
A woman struggling with poverty
Sleeps with tears
A woman with regret and perplexity
Is not aware of her conviction and fears
I know a woman
Her poem smells with sadness
But she smiles and says
That world is full of toss and turns
I know a woman
Every night reads stories,
Poems for her child
With Her chest full of immense pains
But keeps her pride
A woman is scared of leaving
She is the candle light of the house
If she leaves this house out the door
Dark and empty will be her house of her love and adore
A woman ashamed
Of the empty table
With a child on her side
Oh my baby sleeps the night
Oh yes sleep
And I will repeat the song of lullaby
I know a woman yellow skirt
She night and day is cry
She is barren
And in pain
Hoping to breed a life on her side
I know a woman
She is out of breath of life
Her steps are exhausted
Her heart beneath her feet
Her hopes are empty in life
Shouts that: it is enough
I know a woman
With the evil within her soul
Has fought for thousand times
And won the battle at last
Has laughed alas
To the ridiculed of the
Infamous that made her toil
A woman is singing
A woman is silent
A woman within the lights
Is stranded at dark nights
A woman works like a man
She has blisters in her hand
Pain and suffering fills her life
She forgets
She is carrying a child in her womb
A woman is in her death bed
A woman is on her way of dying
Who will ask of their well being?
I do not know
I do not know
One night in a tiny bed
A woman slowly will pass,
And her life will end, alas
And gets her revenge
A woman
Of a womanizer man
I know a woman…
I know a woman…
I know a woman…
Has a desire to fly
Anxious she try
She is frightened of travel and cry
I know a woman
In the corner of her house
Between washing and cooking
Sings a love song
She beholds a simple gaze and she is alone
Her voice is tired and exhausted, and she is torn
Her dreams are at the bottom of future and wasted
I know a woman
Being regretful
Why has she lost her heart?
To the one dose not surmise
A woman whispers quietly
I am tired of this house
But in dilemma if she disparts
Whose hand going to comb the hair
Of her child
A woman is in pain and pregnant
A baby of sorrow in her arms
The woman whispers and cries
She is empty in her breasts of milk to feed her child
A woman with her lonely fiber
Is sewing a net
A woman in the darkened corner
Is praying for light
A woman acquainted with chain
A woman familiar with jail
All of her shares are
The cold look of a prison guard
I know a woman
Dies of despise on her prides
But she sings
The music of what destiny brings
A woman struggling with poverty
Sleeps with tears
A woman with regret and perplexity
Is not aware of her conviction and fears
I know a woman
Her poem smells with sadness
But she smiles and says
That world is full of toss and turns
I know a woman
Every night reads stories,
Poems for her child
With Her chest full of immense pains
But keeps her pride
A woman is scared of leaving
She is the candle light of the house
If she leaves this house out the door
Dark and empty will be her house of her love and adore
A woman ashamed
Of the empty table
With a child on her side
Oh my baby sleeps the night
Oh yes sleep
And I will repeat the song of lullaby
I know a woman yellow skirt
She night and day is cry
She is barren
And in pain
Hoping to breed a life on her side
I know a woman
She is out of breath of life
Her steps are exhausted
Her heart beneath her feet
Her hopes are empty in life
Shouts that: it is enough
I know a woman
With the evil within her soul
Has fought for thousand times
And won the battle at last
Has laughed alas
To the ridiculed of the
Infamous that made her toil
A woman is singing
A woman is silent
A woman within the lights
Is stranded at dark nights
A woman works like a man
She has blisters in her hand
Pain and suffering fills her life
She forgets
She is carrying a child in her womb
A woman is in her death bed
A woman is on her way of dying
Who will ask of their well being?
I do not know
I do not know
One night in a tiny bed
A woman slowly will pass,
And her life will end, alas
And gets her revenge
A woman
Of a womanizer man
I know a woman…
I know a woman…
I know a woman…
Sunday 20 June 2010
Fathers...
Fathers are king of things
Fathers see the world of protection
Fathers offer willing compassion
Fathers stand by you
Fathers give their love
With kindness and passion
Fathers know what you have in mind
Fathers listen to your feelings
Fathers are there to defend
Fathers can be your best friend
Your triumph makes them proud
Your sadness is their thought
Fathers hug makes you strong
Fathers love is always there for you
Fathers love in your life plays a part
Fathers love is deep in his heart
He believes in you so devoutly
He believes that you are always right
Hs eyes are always watching
His ears are always open
He protects you day and night
A father is a source of strength
A teacher and a guide
Fathers see the world of protection
Fathers offer willing compassion
Fathers stand by you
Fathers give their love
With kindness and passion
Fathers know what you have in mind
Fathers listen to your feelings
Fathers are there to defend
Fathers can be your best friend
Your triumph makes them proud
Your sadness is their thought
Fathers hug makes you strong
Fathers love is always there for you
Fathers love in your life plays a part
Fathers love is deep in his heart
He believes in you so devoutly
He believes that you are always right
Hs eyes are always watching
His ears are always open
He protects you day and night
A father is a source of strength
A teacher and a guide
Monday 31 May 2010
Morning...
What a beautiful morning outside
The sunshine and warmth of summer
That glows in the blue sky
The flowers with dewdrops
Birds of the tree branches, the leaves
So lavishly spreading their face:
Isn’t it beautiful morning outside
On the turning of our time
Day after day in this harmony of wonder
Mother Nature unveils its wonderful face
Sun warmth, chills of sunset, and cold of night
it is morning again with all the bright
I open my day with a verse of Rumi
And now ….
I repeat the words of passion and love
With radiance and sunshine and glory
Joy and happiness to all
I will look at the sunshine, the moonlight
And appreciate all the beauty of life
I will stay in love…
And I will sing to the glory of being and existence of
Love…
For all …
For all the eternity…
The sunshine and warmth of summer
That glows in the blue sky
The flowers with dewdrops
Birds of the tree branches, the leaves
So lavishly spreading their face:
Isn’t it beautiful morning outside
On the turning of our time
Day after day in this harmony of wonder
Mother Nature unveils its wonderful face
Sun warmth, chills of sunset, and cold of night
it is morning again with all the bright
I open my day with a verse of Rumi
And now ….
I repeat the words of passion and love
With radiance and sunshine and glory
Joy and happiness to all
I will look at the sunshine, the moonlight
And appreciate all the beauty of life
I will stay in love…
And I will sing to the glory of being and existence of
Love…
For all …
For all the eternity…
Sunday 30 May 2010
Choice...
My love to you only follows one path
I have no choice
The desire in me
Burning within me sets me on fire
I have to burn with this fire
I have no choice
The time you entered into my life
At my prime and youth
You captured my soul through your goodness
I did let you go
In despite of my wish
You were not aware of your power
I had no choice
Today, time has passed me
I cannot count those times
With emptiness of you
This time I fulfill
My desire to the end
I have no choice
If you leave me
I will die of emptiness
The air for my breath
Will be empty
I can’t let go
I have no choice
If I leave you and let you go
As I did thirty years ago
You will not find that lost hope
As you never did
You have no choice
We are bound together
The destiny...
For a reason have brought us together
Do not fight it...
I will bow to it, we should understand
Hear the voices that have brought this onto us
We will live, and die, together if
We only want to...
We have no choice...
I have no choice
The desire in me
Burning within me sets me on fire
I have to burn with this fire
I have no choice
The time you entered into my life
At my prime and youth
You captured my soul through your goodness
I did let you go
In despite of my wish
You were not aware of your power
I had no choice
Today, time has passed me
I cannot count those times
With emptiness of you
This time I fulfill
My desire to the end
I have no choice
If you leave me
I will die of emptiness
The air for my breath
Will be empty
I can’t let go
I have no choice
If I leave you and let you go
As I did thirty years ago
You will not find that lost hope
As you never did
You have no choice
We are bound together
The destiny...
For a reason have brought us together
Do not fight it...
I will bow to it, we should understand
Hear the voices that have brought this onto us
We will live, and die, together if
We only want to...
We have no choice...
Struggle for pleasure..
Darkness quietly takes away the light
Sneaks in through my window that was bright
My room slightly deemed with light
Then everything disappears short and tall
Into a glimpse of shadow on the wall
Everything that once was there
With the burning candle light
Dancing with the breeze through my half open window
Burning fire warm
Now only shadows on the wall
My memories and dreams of the past
Melancholy and sinister
Takes over the clock of my mind
Rakish hope gets demolished everyday
And all that remains
Are trembling shadows on the wall…
How much joy can I ask for?
How much pleasure life brings?
Living head over heels
Struggle…
But…Life
Still remains…
Only a shadow on the wall
Longing to love…
As life in only a struggle for pleasure
And nothing of life remains, but…
A shadow on the wall
Quietly…
Darkness peaks and takes away the light
Of window now swilled with rain drops
Fire gets another piece of wood
To heat the coldness within
As mind walks me through an unknown path
Of unknown lands
As my Universe
Becomes…
Just a shadow on the wall
A flickering shadow
Comes alive
Within each teardrops
And I stand in Desperado!
Waiting to love…
A struggle for pleasure…
Sneaks in through my window that was bright
My room slightly deemed with light
Then everything disappears short and tall
Into a glimpse of shadow on the wall
Everything that once was there
With the burning candle light
Dancing with the breeze through my half open window
Burning fire warm
Now only shadows on the wall
My memories and dreams of the past
Melancholy and sinister
Takes over the clock of my mind
Rakish hope gets demolished everyday
And all that remains
Are trembling shadows on the wall…
How much joy can I ask for?
How much pleasure life brings?
Living head over heels
Struggle…
But…Life
Still remains…
Only a shadow on the wall
Longing to love…
As life in only a struggle for pleasure
And nothing of life remains, but…
A shadow on the wall
Quietly…
Darkness peaks and takes away the light
Of window now swilled with rain drops
Fire gets another piece of wood
To heat the coldness within
As mind walks me through an unknown path
Of unknown lands
As my Universe
Becomes…
Just a shadow on the wall
A flickering shadow
Comes alive
Within each teardrops
And I stand in Desperado!
Waiting to love…
A struggle for pleasure…
Saturday 29 May 2010
In the serenade of colors...
The serenade of colors
Green, Red rose and Violet
I am acquainted with the lilies of the field
For many years
Early with the mist
I have sat by the fountain of the dawn
Leaning head on head on their shoulders
Their moist faces flickering with the breeze
And their faces are hidden behind the shadows of their shyness
Blooms blended in fragrance of the colors
Leaking of their delightful silence
The best of tune
The best of music
Your velvet gaze of lilies
Takes me lighter than the mist
Of the fields in the garden
To the garden of your eyes
With the serenade of colors
Green, red rose and violet
With the same shying silence
With the same song and fragrance
The best of everything there is and there was
The best of everything there was and there is
In the field of your eyes lilies
I have crossed the best of heavens
I have reached to the best of the springs
With same language of the best moments in my life
Your sorrow…
My existence has been poured with you
OH….
All day
All night
All week
All month
A way in the space of cottage passes way
In the air, on the ground, with the tree and greens and water
In the scrabbled lines of a book
Within the blue seas
The distance with you, my best alibi to cry
Without you I have reached to the highest moment of
Unspoken desire
Your caress the best hope for living
I am at your side
I have withdrawn of the best pleasure
In the lilies of your eyes
The yellow, blue and purple leaves
The fragrance of green and blue
And unheard music, are playing
The best of all tunes and instruments
The velvet of your face
And the blossoms of the colorful touch
Are opening the new leaves
Better than all the colors and secrets
My best of all, my dearest
I am drunk with your name
Better than the wine
Better than all the best poems
Your name is the anthem of life
I take you to my solitude of divinity
And I call the best of my best
My dearest
You are the best of my best
Green, Red rose and Violet
I am acquainted with the lilies of the field
For many years
Early with the mist
I have sat by the fountain of the dawn
Leaning head on head on their shoulders
Their moist faces flickering with the breeze
And their faces are hidden behind the shadows of their shyness
Blooms blended in fragrance of the colors
Leaking of their delightful silence
The best of tune
The best of music
Your velvet gaze of lilies
Takes me lighter than the mist
Of the fields in the garden
To the garden of your eyes
With the serenade of colors
Green, red rose and violet
With the same shying silence
With the same song and fragrance
The best of everything there is and there was
The best of everything there was and there is
In the field of your eyes lilies
I have crossed the best of heavens
I have reached to the best of the springs
With same language of the best moments in my life
Your sorrow…
My existence has been poured with you
OH….
All day
All night
All week
All month
A way in the space of cottage passes way
In the air, on the ground, with the tree and greens and water
In the scrabbled lines of a book
Within the blue seas
The distance with you, my best alibi to cry
Without you I have reached to the highest moment of
Unspoken desire
Your caress the best hope for living
I am at your side
I have withdrawn of the best pleasure
In the lilies of your eyes
The yellow, blue and purple leaves
The fragrance of green and blue
And unheard music, are playing
The best of all tunes and instruments
The velvet of your face
And the blossoms of the colorful touch
Are opening the new leaves
Better than all the colors and secrets
My best of all, my dearest
I am drunk with your name
Better than the wine
Better than all the best poems
Your name is the anthem of life
I take you to my solitude of divinity
And I call the best of my best
My dearest
You are the best of my best
Thursday 27 May 2010
Wednesday 26 May 2010
My Heart...
I am in possession of a heart
In the left side of my chest
It is like an ocean…
With deep water blue…
And sometimes gray…...
Has room for every specious and Lord’s pray…
I am condemned with this heart of mine…
Accused of …its color, the blue, and the gray
My heart lives me, puts me in trouble
Sometimes leads me…
And sometimes leaves me…
Falls into deeper positions…
Takes me to some unknown decisions
It penetrates with my eyes…
It does not listen to my cries
I am going to take charge…
I am going to kill the grudge
I do not need a heart so deep
I will be happy with a tiny puddle
So I can relax and sleep
In the left side of my chest
It is like an ocean…
With deep water blue…
And sometimes gray…...
Has room for every specious and Lord’s pray…
I am condemned with this heart of mine…
Accused of …its color, the blue, and the gray
My heart lives me, puts me in trouble
Sometimes leads me…
And sometimes leaves me…
Falls into deeper positions…
Takes me to some unknown decisions
It penetrates with my eyes…
It does not listen to my cries
I am going to take charge…
I am going to kill the grudge
I do not need a heart so deep
I will be happy with a tiny puddle
So I can relax and sleep
Enough...
Are we not tired of killings?
War and destructions
And the blood on the pavement is not enough
It is not enough…
To subjugate our feelings
When is the time
To sublimate our thoughts
And only use our hands for holding tight
Each others arms
Use only our lips for kisses
To subdue our anger
And just be nice
Without quarrel
Live only our life peaceful
What is all this killings?
Why are we not friends?
They are sucking the juice from the earth
For only the greed of man
Destroying our life, with their outgrowth
The outbreak, the burst, in our mind
Ostentatious, with their vulgarity,
Somber and modest, we in our purity
How cannot, we see?
How cannot we feel?
Do we not feel the redolence?
Of early morning blossom of the trees
Growing with the warmth of a little garden
In our back yard
And life is not beautiful enough
Just the smell of a little rose, a daffodil
Touching the soft hand of love and tenderness
Is not enough….
Have we become cruel with our children
What is it that we live in division of …
classes, races, and gender?
In misery of one for the price of another
When can we share our father’s daily bread?
And only drink the glass of wine of our father?
Is redemption far away?
Or we are only too blind
This scrimmage of our living
Will only contribute
Into nothing more than scrimping life
Look around… look around
What do you see?
Misery, hunger, war, and killing
Nothing but
Scruffy scrum in a tumultuous bound virulently
Tempting their indulgent self
So pity….
So Pity……
Of the tree...
Of tree the branches on the horizon of clouds
Each fragile leaves dampened with the rain drops
The fragrance of the greens of heaven
Has blended with dawn early breeze
Soft and agile, the spirit of water
Flies with the air with no flatter
The lovers are wet with the rain falls
Warm and sweet every time are playing the harps
The cord of each instrument of earth to heavens
Will bring the sound of saddened theme
Whoever contemplates the sound of this tune?
Is drowned within souls floods
The lover of water and the rain, cheerful and shy
Is making love with the soul of the dust
The dry soil thirsty of the sea
Are drunken intoxicated under the rain
This river of consciousness will bring joy of wit and sense
Each branch of tree cheerful and the roots are immense
Each fragile leaves dampened with the rain drops
The fragrance of the greens of heaven
Has blended with dawn early breeze
Soft and agile, the spirit of water
Flies with the air with no flatter
The lovers are wet with the rain falls
Warm and sweet every time are playing the harps
The cord of each instrument of earth to heavens
Will bring the sound of saddened theme
Whoever contemplates the sound of this tune?
Is drowned within souls floods
The lover of water and the rain, cheerful and shy
Is making love with the soul of the dust
The dry soil thirsty of the sea
Are drunken intoxicated under the rain
This river of consciousness will bring joy of wit and sense
Each branch of tree cheerful and the roots are immense
Birth in silence...
When the earth gives birth to plants, and trees,
There is no sound, but silence:
A green or brown thrust
In silence from ground
Firmly hold and nurture by the roots
our births is not like trees, or the flowers
It does not come in silence
Through our lives
We live quiet and...
Most lives run riot-
But the rose buds open silently,
And leaves fall quietly
And flowers give way to fruits.
So we must see
We must hear
so we must search
for the stillness within tree,
The silence and prudence within the roots...
There is no sound, but silence:
A green or brown thrust
In silence from ground
Firmly hold and nurture by the roots
our births is not like trees, or the flowers
It does not come in silence
Through our lives
We live quiet and...
Most lives run riot-
But the rose buds open silently,
And leaves fall quietly
And flowers give way to fruits.
So we must see
We must hear
so we must search
for the stillness within tree,
The silence and prudence within the roots...
Raspberries Farm...
I walk through the raspberries farm
I see more berries I can swallow
The red taste of sweet, sour and dry
Too many, my eyes can follow
I munch, crunching the seeds between my teeth
Soak the sour taste in the smell in my breath
I can never get enough of this desire
My lips will be stained of these swollen and ripe
So much beauty, so much taste
Longing to squeeze and bite
I am amazed, by the nature’s gift
That allows, the ripe fruits, between me and them to rift
I must watch for the thorny stems, with anguish they cause
So much taste, so much of good gift of heavens,
I must eat them swift
I see more berries I can swallow
The red taste of sweet, sour and dry
Too many, my eyes can follow
I munch, crunching the seeds between my teeth
Soak the sour taste in the smell in my breath
I can never get enough of this desire
My lips will be stained of these swollen and ripe
So much beauty, so much taste
Longing to squeeze and bite
I am amazed, by the nature’s gift
That allows, the ripe fruits, between me and them to rift
I must watch for the thorny stems, with anguish they cause
So much taste, so much of good gift of heavens,
I must eat them swift
Perpetual Motion...
I have decided to run
And never stop running
I have this feeling
Of perpetual motion within me
In absorbing the geology of creation
In an ongoing movement
I do understand the laws of thermodynamics
My wish would violate these laws
But I also understand that…
The laws of physics are incomplete
I have to generate the power, the energy, and the work
My average impact force..
Will multiply with the distance I travel
That will generate an infinite kinetic energy
I am not running
From fear, or pain
But I will run to the end…
Until I surface to the farthest point
The motion stops only…
When the time brings the end
And then…
I will decide to end myself
And then the time comes…
That I will understand
Of the forces that moved me
Like love…
No more than its name
But…its force
And never stop running
I have this feeling
Of perpetual motion within me
In absorbing the geology of creation
In an ongoing movement
I do understand the laws of thermodynamics
My wish would violate these laws
But I also understand that…
The laws of physics are incomplete
I have to generate the power, the energy, and the work
My average impact force..
Will multiply with the distance I travel
That will generate an infinite kinetic energy
I am not running
From fear, or pain
But I will run to the end…
Until I surface to the farthest point
The motion stops only…
When the time brings the end
And then…
I will decide to end myself
And then the time comes…
That I will understand
Of the forces that moved me
Like love…
No more than its name
But…its force
Equilibrium
Our powerful objection in believing
God…
Is the fact of Evil…
By the agnosticism depth is our suffering
We must love and we are in need
Of this entity of divinity
So…
If God is this loving perfect
And God is this powerful
Then what is evil in his existence
Where is his omnipotence and perfect loving?
There is a contradiction
But…
The conception of our world
Cannot be imagine in a negative theodicy
We then would live in paradise
And all suffering and pain were excluded
In imagining such life
What would have happened to our
Ethical concept,
Moral behavior,
Those would not contain a meaning
Wrong actions are the elements
In the concept of wrong doing
Then…
In our hedonistic paradise there would be no
Wrong doing, no wrong action
Nor there would be right actions
In distinction from all wrong
What would be the courage and fortitude?
No danger or difficulty
The agape aspect of love
Generosity and kindness would hold no meaning
Prudence, unselfishness
And all…
Other ethical notions
This presupposes life
Could not be formed
The world of our life
Promoting fictitious pleasure
Will be ill adapted for moral qualities
Then indeed..
Life follows only real laws of creation
And it must involve
Dangers, difficulties, problems, obstacles,
And pain, failure, sorrow, frustration, and defeat
Life indeed involves particular trials, and perils
To realize this is not
To be in possession of detailed theodicy
We must understand
That this world, and our life within it
With all its headaches and the thousands natural shocks
That flesh is heir to
Is a life..
And environment so manifestly not design
For maximization of our pleasure
And minimization of our pain
It has its purpose within divine rights
Of keeping the balance
Equilibrium…
Between what is all bad or all that is good
A purpose in …
Soul-making
That is all…
God…
Is the fact of Evil…
By the agnosticism depth is our suffering
We must love and we are in need
Of this entity of divinity
So…
If God is this loving perfect
And God is this powerful
Then what is evil in his existence
Where is his omnipotence and perfect loving?
There is a contradiction
But…
The conception of our world
Cannot be imagine in a negative theodicy
We then would live in paradise
And all suffering and pain were excluded
In imagining such life
What would have happened to our
Ethical concept,
Moral behavior,
Those would not contain a meaning
Wrong actions are the elements
In the concept of wrong doing
Then…
In our hedonistic paradise there would be no
Wrong doing, no wrong action
Nor there would be right actions
In distinction from all wrong
What would be the courage and fortitude?
No danger or difficulty
The agape aspect of love
Generosity and kindness would hold no meaning
Prudence, unselfishness
And all…
Other ethical notions
This presupposes life
Could not be formed
The world of our life
Promoting fictitious pleasure
Will be ill adapted for moral qualities
Then indeed..
Life follows only real laws of creation
And it must involve
Dangers, difficulties, problems, obstacles,
And pain, failure, sorrow, frustration, and defeat
Life indeed involves particular trials, and perils
To realize this is not
To be in possession of detailed theodicy
We must understand
That this world, and our life within it
With all its headaches and the thousands natural shocks
That flesh is heir to
Is a life..
And environment so manifestly not design
For maximization of our pleasure
And minimization of our pain
It has its purpose within divine rights
Of keeping the balance
Equilibrium…
Between what is all bad or all that is good
A purpose in …
Soul-making
That is all…
Tuesday 11 May 2010
The word...
From the most beautiful day of our world
There is a reminisce within me
Mist of dawn was still and is still with me
The jewel of moonlight was holding onto the hair of night
And the jasmine flower
Spread life into the air flight
My journey was to meet the dawn
And my breath had blended
With the fragrance of the jasmine flowers
I was flying and singing with a lofty joy
I was whispering, with my silence
Gazing at the most beautiful day of our world
I must write the most beautiful of all words
The sky, the jasmine flower,
The dawn mist, the moonlight, and the breeze
Have poured the soul onto body of life
Have aroused your love within me
You my only, write the word of my life
All the doors of liberty are shut
To the words into the breeze, open your window into your house
I was searching for the most beautiful poem of the world
On the horizon, behind the curtain of light
The garden of roses
Spreading branches in to kindness
Have brought blooms on to a dance
In the moments of the breath of early mist
The flowers expand
The flowers open
The rose gardens
The rose gardens
And one lonely red rose, raises of the heart of water
How beautiful your smile
In the sweet moment of openness
Of the sun
Bestows brightness onto the world
How magnificent
All worlds has risen to stare
I was searching for the most beautiful poem of the world
Two pigeons at peak
Were flying wing tangled in wing
Two pine trees in the garden
Have laid head and whispering in to ode of nature
The sea gull, with her mate, of far away beaches
Are flying onto the gate of lights
The green grass of memories
Within the deepest heart beat
Is nurturing a blooms
Is bringing a gift
And its leaves are opened slowly
The leaves have opened
I found the point of my poem
With brightness of the sun
With the tenderness of your smile
I wove it with kindness and love
Softer than the fabric of jasmine flower and dawn mist
And “I love you” is the finest poem of whole world
I have found the most wonderful word of whole life
This is my rose bud
Fill you skirt of these roses to give them away
To your friends
The secret of happiness is the spearing of the aroma
I swear by God, it will nurture the hearts
It will spread the light
It will give the soul
And… you my dearest… repeat the word
This most beautiful word of the whole world
Not once, ten times or one hundred times or more
Ask me the word of “Do you love me?”
I will tell million times the word of “I Love You”
There is a reminisce within me
Mist of dawn was still and is still with me
The jewel of moonlight was holding onto the hair of night
And the jasmine flower
Spread life into the air flight
My journey was to meet the dawn
And my breath had blended
With the fragrance of the jasmine flowers
I was flying and singing with a lofty joy
I was whispering, with my silence
Gazing at the most beautiful day of our world
I must write the most beautiful of all words
The sky, the jasmine flower,
The dawn mist, the moonlight, and the breeze
Have poured the soul onto body of life
Have aroused your love within me
You my only, write the word of my life
All the doors of liberty are shut
To the words into the breeze, open your window into your house
I was searching for the most beautiful poem of the world
On the horizon, behind the curtain of light
The garden of roses
Spreading branches in to kindness
Have brought blooms on to a dance
In the moments of the breath of early mist
The flowers expand
The flowers open
The rose gardens
The rose gardens
And one lonely red rose, raises of the heart of water
How beautiful your smile
In the sweet moment of openness
Of the sun
Bestows brightness onto the world
How magnificent
All worlds has risen to stare
I was searching for the most beautiful poem of the world
Two pigeons at peak
Were flying wing tangled in wing
Two pine trees in the garden
Have laid head and whispering in to ode of nature
The sea gull, with her mate, of far away beaches
Are flying onto the gate of lights
The green grass of memories
Within the deepest heart beat
Is nurturing a blooms
Is bringing a gift
And its leaves are opened slowly
The leaves have opened
I found the point of my poem
With brightness of the sun
With the tenderness of your smile
I wove it with kindness and love
Softer than the fabric of jasmine flower and dawn mist
And “I love you” is the finest poem of whole world
I have found the most wonderful word of whole life
This is my rose bud
Fill you skirt of these roses to give them away
To your friends
The secret of happiness is the spearing of the aroma
I swear by God, it will nurture the hearts
It will spread the light
It will give the soul
And… you my dearest… repeat the word
This most beautiful word of the whole world
Not once, ten times or one hundred times or more
Ask me the word of “Do you love me?”
I will tell million times the word of “I Love You”
Oh, my only one...
Oh, the one that my dark night glows of your dream
My heart has been ponderous with your gleam
You have covered my eyes with your impunity
Like the rain that washes the body of the dust
Cleansed my soul off my impurity
You, the burning tremble of my body
The fire in the shadow of my lashes
Fresher than the corn fields, the blossoms of the trees
You brighter than those golden fruitful branches
Have opened the door onto the suns
In the midst of darkened rush into my doubts
I speak with you…no fear of all the pains
if there is…is only of all joyful gains
Both your eyes, my greens
Both your eyes , my greens
Has collapsed with warmth on to my dreams
It is painful and dark, the pain of passion
Walking in vain and wondering with no fashion
Oh, blended with my life and compassion
You have awakened me of my grave
Have arrived of far from the white clouds
My solitude has glowed in the dark of the nights
My body has blended with the fragrance of your love
My dry trench of my heart intoxicated with your drops
The bed of my blood runs with your floods
In this world of such cold in the pace
My steps taken only with your trace
Your love hidden under my skin lives in every pieces of my part
Like my blood boiling in my vain all to my heart
My hair is burning of your caress
My eyes burns of desire of your face
Oh…you stranger with my cloths
Abreast with the greens of my frame
Oh you the bright dawn without the sunset
The warm sunshine of the west
Oh..Oh you cheerful than the early dawn breeze
Fresher than the springs and winter freeze
This is not love no more; it is impudence
It is the flamboyant in the dark and silence
Love that aroused in the heart
of desire my head up to my toe were sacrifice
this is not me not me. No more, no more
Oh pity of the life that wasted on my adore
My lips a place of your kiss
My eyes in waiting of your lips
Oh you the trembling of desire in my body
The line of your figure my cloths
Oh I desire to break unto a piece
Perhaps, it will blend me into appease
Oh I long to arise of my place
And cry like a cloud on your trace
This broken heart of mine and the ember grey
In the tavern of the harp’s plectrum those songs play
These empty spaces and wings with no fly
These quiet nights and cry
Your stare resemble like lullaby
The cradle of a child in distraught
your breath like early breeze in my pillow
Has washed me off my moments of my sorrow
My morning sleeps and wakes me up in my gleam
Goes deep into my deepest dream
You acquiesce with the wit of my poems
Poured all these words with your fire
Now that you burn a glow of fire in my dream
At the end burn my poem in your fire
My heart has been ponderous with your gleam
You have covered my eyes with your impunity
Like the rain that washes the body of the dust
Cleansed my soul off my impurity
You, the burning tremble of my body
The fire in the shadow of my lashes
Fresher than the corn fields, the blossoms of the trees
You brighter than those golden fruitful branches
Have opened the door onto the suns
In the midst of darkened rush into my doubts
I speak with you…no fear of all the pains
if there is…is only of all joyful gains
Both your eyes, my greens
Both your eyes , my greens
Has collapsed with warmth on to my dreams
It is painful and dark, the pain of passion
Walking in vain and wondering with no fashion
Oh, blended with my life and compassion
You have awakened me of my grave
Have arrived of far from the white clouds
My solitude has glowed in the dark of the nights
My body has blended with the fragrance of your love
My dry trench of my heart intoxicated with your drops
The bed of my blood runs with your floods
In this world of such cold in the pace
My steps taken only with your trace
Your love hidden under my skin lives in every pieces of my part
Like my blood boiling in my vain all to my heart
My hair is burning of your caress
My eyes burns of desire of your face
Oh…you stranger with my cloths
Abreast with the greens of my frame
Oh you the bright dawn without the sunset
The warm sunshine of the west
Oh..Oh you cheerful than the early dawn breeze
Fresher than the springs and winter freeze
This is not love no more; it is impudence
It is the flamboyant in the dark and silence
Love that aroused in the heart
of desire my head up to my toe were sacrifice
this is not me not me. No more, no more
Oh pity of the life that wasted on my adore
My lips a place of your kiss
My eyes in waiting of your lips
Oh you the trembling of desire in my body
The line of your figure my cloths
Oh I desire to break unto a piece
Perhaps, it will blend me into appease
Oh I long to arise of my place
And cry like a cloud on your trace
This broken heart of mine and the ember grey
In the tavern of the harp’s plectrum those songs play
These empty spaces and wings with no fly
These quiet nights and cry
Your stare resemble like lullaby
The cradle of a child in distraught
your breath like early breeze in my pillow
Has washed me off my moments of my sorrow
My morning sleeps and wakes me up in my gleam
Goes deep into my deepest dream
You acquiesce with the wit of my poems
Poured all these words with your fire
Now that you burn a glow of fire in my dream
At the end burn my poem in your fire
Sunday 11 April 2010
For those of us who rely in God alone without understanding our power given to us, we misconstrued the concept of self reliance then again most of the big questions are simply answered without a reason.
We accept them on false promises of belittling of ourselves with no reliance; in contrast we must be frightened of punishment that is not equivalent. But for those of us, who can't readily accept the God formula, as non questionable phenomenon we only question our ability and the big answers don't remain abstract. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. We insist on accepting that love need not be a command or faith a dictum.
We are our own God if we want to. This is the promise that has been given to us; we were created to be the master of universe. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. The deception poured upon us daily, through medium of non-echelon continues unwarranted consent.
We are here to relay on our joy and happiness within the context of societies we resend. We take our covenant with our humankind, in reliance for joy, love and happiness, in despite of deceit; war and anger. We are here to kill war instead of making one. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that death will tremble to take us. Let us be ourselves, free from the boundaries of guilt, sins, punishment, or conscious misery.
We need to see the world around us as is, not as we are being told to conceive, to accept, to believe. We are human, bigger than life if only is.
Just Look Around
Look around...
Look at the sun, see the sunset
Watch the colors of the trees change
Gaze at the colors, as the world turns
You can feel, and see the beauty of our existence,
See the trees, green to yellow, and yellow to red
Red to gold, then naked branches in the shivers of the cold
We see beauty in the greens, in the gardens
We see beauty in the people we pass by, people we meet
We see the seasons change, as the suns comes and moon sets
We see the freshness of the day after a rainstorm as it rests
A beautiful rainbow after a stormy rainy day
As we pace our way to our wonderful living and play
The serenade of colors and followers
The beauty of what we have as life in our way
Let us as the day comes to end
After a long hot summer day
Just look around and see the beauty in everything
And...
Appreciate the gift that we are blessed with ...of living
Look at the sun, see the sunset
Watch the colors of the trees change
Gaze at the colors, as the world turns
You can feel, and see the beauty of our existence,
See the trees, green to yellow, and yellow to red
Red to gold, then naked branches in the shivers of the cold
We see beauty in the greens, in the gardens
We see beauty in the people we pass by, people we meet
We see the seasons change, as the suns comes and moon sets
We see the freshness of the day after a rainstorm as it rests
A beautiful rainbow after a stormy rainy day
As we pace our way to our wonderful living and play
The serenade of colors and followers
The beauty of what we have as life in our way
Let us as the day comes to end
After a long hot summer day
Just look around and see the beauty in everything
And...
Appreciate the gift that we are blessed with ...of living
Sunday 28 March 2010
The last drop of wine...
They all ask…They are all confused…
Look at them…
What is in the whisper of the dripping water?
What is in the desire of a leaf for a raindrop?
What is in the play of the white cloud?
On the surface of the this high white sky
Who takes you to the far away dreams?
What is in the silence of the pigeon’s nest?
What is in the useless struggle of the waves?
What is in the glass of wine?
That I stare for hours…
Not to the clouds, not to the water, not to the leaves
Not to the white high skies…
Not to the silence of the pigeon’s nest
Not to the glass of wine I stare…for hours
No…I don’t think of the sentences and words that describes them
The entire prayers of the trees in the dawn
The dances of daffodils in the arms of wind
The cleansed breath of the poppy flowers in the fields
The whispers of swallows with the sunrise
The spite of wheat field for existence
The movement of colors in the face of flowers
I hear them all… believe me …I hear them all…
I see them all… believe me… I see them all…
No…No I don’t think of the sentences and words that describes them
I think of you…I think of you…
You the all goodness…
I only think of you…only you…
Always…ever…every where…
I only think of you…only you…
I want you to know and you only know this…
My dearest…
You come…near me…
In my arms…
Let me hold you…
And stay with me…you only stay with me…
In place of moonlight you shine on the darkness of nights…
My sweetest in place of flowers only you smile…
And now…and now …
That I am at your feet…again…
My dearest…
Make a rope of your hair…
and take me…
You tie me… with your hair
You desire…let me be…
You set me on fire…
You reply to the words for swallows
You read the story of sky and clouds…
You stay with me…only you stay with me…only you…
You bring the sense of drunken into my mind
I am only left with this last drop of wine in my existence…
You drink ...and only you drink the last drop of this wine …
Look at them…
What is in the whisper of the dripping water?
What is in the desire of a leaf for a raindrop?
What is in the play of the white cloud?
On the surface of the this high white sky
Who takes you to the far away dreams?
What is in the silence of the pigeon’s nest?
What is in the useless struggle of the waves?
What is in the glass of wine?
That I stare for hours…
Not to the clouds, not to the water, not to the leaves
Not to the white high skies…
Not to the silence of the pigeon’s nest
Not to the glass of wine I stare…for hours
No…I don’t think of the sentences and words that describes them
The entire prayers of the trees in the dawn
The dances of daffodils in the arms of wind
The cleansed breath of the poppy flowers in the fields
The whispers of swallows with the sunrise
The spite of wheat field for existence
The movement of colors in the face of flowers
I hear them all… believe me …I hear them all…
I see them all… believe me… I see them all…
No…No I don’t think of the sentences and words that describes them
I think of you…I think of you…
You the all goodness…
I only think of you…only you…
Always…ever…every where…
I only think of you…only you…
I want you to know and you only know this…
My dearest…
You come…near me…
In my arms…
Let me hold you…
And stay with me…you only stay with me…
In place of moonlight you shine on the darkness of nights…
My sweetest in place of flowers only you smile…
And now…and now …
That I am at your feet…again…
My dearest…
Make a rope of your hair…
and take me…
You tie me… with your hair
You desire…let me be…
You set me on fire…
You reply to the words for swallows
You read the story of sky and clouds…
You stay with me…only you stay with me…only you…
You bring the sense of drunken into my mind
I am only left with this last drop of wine in my existence…
You drink ...and only you drink the last drop of this wine …
Friday 26 March 2010
My sweetheart, the rain drops…
Rain, again rain…
With soft and gentle pearl drops
Pouring on my face, again..
It takes me…takes me…
Into a journey in time…so far back
Brings back sorrow and pain
A child in me sees through…
The faded window glass…
Running freely…jumping the water puddles
Walking in the mud holes..
A man in me …
Gazing at his past…with regrets…
For the one that he had…once
For the joy of life spent…
the first love…
The one began…in me…
The time past …
It brings back…the joy…
She sets up and dims the light
Pours on my face…her rain drops
Builds from a whisper to a forte
I still hear her voice…
Beautiful lightening cast blinding light
in a white dangerous rhythm
Come to me she says…
Hold me tight…she replies…
I see not, her tender soft touch…gentle voice, cries
The pearl drops…
She gives up…
Thunder drums quietly, then shouts,
And She stops…
slips away and hides…
I lose her from my sights…
She is no longer there…
Her orchestra of wind blowing through lush green trees
Are no longer there, it is lost…
Oh, my empty hands, oh my empty heart,
My dried land, no rain drops…
I search and look around, so lost…
Rain, again rain…
With soft and gentle pearl drops
Pouring on my face, again…
I see her from distance far
I touch her face, feel the dew drops
The rain lavishly touches the windowpane…
Lighting sparks the sky…
When I listen closely I hear,
She is talking to me through the clouds
The rain drops…
I ask thee, the clouds…the rain…
You know her and you are close to my sweet heart…
My dear rain...As you pour down with all your might
When will you come to me as my guiding light??
When will you wash my heart??
When will you quench my thirst??
When will you show me something that is right?
When will you bring back the one I loved so much?
To my sights, to my arms…
With soft and gentle pearl drops
Pouring on my face, again..
It takes me…takes me…
Into a journey in time…so far back
Brings back sorrow and pain
A child in me sees through…
The faded window glass…
Running freely…jumping the water puddles
Walking in the mud holes..
A man in me …
Gazing at his past…with regrets…
For the one that he had…once
For the joy of life spent…
the first love…
The one began…in me…
The time past …
It brings back…the joy…
She sets up and dims the light
Pours on my face…her rain drops
Builds from a whisper to a forte
I still hear her voice…
Beautiful lightening cast blinding light
in a white dangerous rhythm
Come to me she says…
Hold me tight…she replies…
I see not, her tender soft touch…gentle voice, cries
The pearl drops…
She gives up…
Thunder drums quietly, then shouts,
And She stops…
slips away and hides…
I lose her from my sights…
She is no longer there…
Her orchestra of wind blowing through lush green trees
Are no longer there, it is lost…
Oh, my empty hands, oh my empty heart,
My dried land, no rain drops…
I search and look around, so lost…
Rain, again rain…
With soft and gentle pearl drops
Pouring on my face, again…
I see her from distance far
I touch her face, feel the dew drops
The rain lavishly touches the windowpane…
Lighting sparks the sky…
When I listen closely I hear,
She is talking to me through the clouds
The rain drops…
I ask thee, the clouds…the rain…
You know her and you are close to my sweet heart…
My dear rain...As you pour down with all your might
When will you come to me as my guiding light??
When will you wash my heart??
When will you quench my thirst??
When will you show me something that is right?
When will you bring back the one I loved so much?
To my sights, to my arms…
Thursday 25 March 2010
A prayer for spring ...A prayer for New Day
The pleasure of the blossoms in this day is on the way
Oh, give us the tenderness of them blossoms in our new day
The uncertainty of the last harvest past, and we stare
Oh, give us the fullness of our harvest for the year
The beauty of the orchards, of white and blue
Oh, give us in this turning of time a path through
Of green, fire grows of the heart of our earth, lively blaze
Oh, give us in this fire in nature, a sense of friendly gaze
The seed of fresh life nurtured with warmth of the sun, opens the soil
Oh, gives us the reward for our hard work and toil
Growing that sparks, breathe in every living
Oh, give us the temptation and pleasure of all in your giving
at this spring, I am amazed with raging color in our new day (Norouz)
Oh, give us the reward, God the almighty, of our pray
We are in need of tranquility, peace and happiness within
Oh, give us the power this day to innocence, remove us of our sin
Oh, give us the tenderness of them blossoms in our new day
The uncertainty of the last harvest past, and we stare
Oh, give us the fullness of our harvest for the year
The beauty of the orchards, of white and blue
Oh, give us in this turning of time a path through
Of green, fire grows of the heart of our earth, lively blaze
Oh, give us in this fire in nature, a sense of friendly gaze
The seed of fresh life nurtured with warmth of the sun, opens the soil
Oh, gives us the reward for our hard work and toil
Growing that sparks, breathe in every living
Oh, give us the temptation and pleasure of all in your giving
at this spring, I am amazed with raging color in our new day (Norouz)
Oh, give us the reward, God the almighty, of our pray
We are in need of tranquility, peace and happiness within
Oh, give us the power this day to innocence, remove us of our sin
I love you yesterday, today and for ever...
You are like no other...
and...
I love you so deeply,
I love you so much,
I love the sound of your voice,
And the way that we touch,
I love your warm smile,
And your kind, thoughtful way,
The joy that you bring,
To my life everyday,
I love you today,
As I have from the start,
And I'll love you forever,
With all of my heart.
and...
I love you so deeply,
I love you so much,
I love the sound of your voice,
And the way that we touch,
I love your warm smile,
And your kind, thoughtful way,
The joy that you bring,
To my life everyday,
I love you today,
As I have from the start,
And I'll love you forever,
With all of my heart.
Love that I lost, Love that I found
It is not so hard to imagine, in unreal imagination
To a point that I lost my love thirty so years ago,
In the midst of my youth, with ramification
I lost my love in timid moment of emptiness, with full of desire
I lost my love with no wings to fly
On the wings of dream without dreamers dream, only to cry
That time has passed, with full of sacrament
To a noble cast, within hard pain and torment
I stood silent, no noise, and no objection
She passed with pride, but full of perfection
We crossed the time, now it is years behind us
I long to be back to the time I once crossed…
Oh…so painful..she tells me to quit…live now no surmise
Look ahead with hope and …she says…
I still stand silent…listen with patience
It takes me back to thirty so years ago… leaving me apart
I stood… she left me and then a hole in my heart
Now that I have found her, she leaves me behind with no talk
The pain is with me, how did I let her go …can I again walk
Is it that she will leave again to my loneliness?
Or should I just stand and watch as my life shrink to emptiness
I am …distraught…
My disease eating me alive…
Standing with ruche face, eyes weak, hands shaking
My bodies in pain…love dose not leave me behind
I lost my love once…
Am I losing her one more time…?
To a point that I lost my love thirty so years ago,
In the midst of my youth, with ramification
I lost my love in timid moment of emptiness, with full of desire
I lost my love with no wings to fly
On the wings of dream without dreamers dream, only to cry
That time has passed, with full of sacrament
To a noble cast, within hard pain and torment
I stood silent, no noise, and no objection
She passed with pride, but full of perfection
We crossed the time, now it is years behind us
I long to be back to the time I once crossed…
Oh…so painful..she tells me to quit…live now no surmise
Look ahead with hope and …she says…
I still stand silent…listen with patience
It takes me back to thirty so years ago… leaving me apart
I stood… she left me and then a hole in my heart
Now that I have found her, she leaves me behind with no talk
The pain is with me, how did I let her go …can I again walk
Is it that she will leave again to my loneliness?
Or should I just stand and watch as my life shrink to emptiness
I am …distraught…
My disease eating me alive…
Standing with ruche face, eyes weak, hands shaking
My bodies in pain…love dose not leave me behind
I lost my love once…
Am I losing her one more time…?
Moonlight...
It is moonlight
The prairie is so quiet and the mountains so hard
And the river is running
Through the hills but still
Toward the wide spread blue
Toward the sea
To amalgamate with the waves
To amalgamate with the rain drops
It is said …
Must be alike a river
Through these uphill
Through the vast land
But must move on
I am so bored
Of all these
Non echelon despotism
Staring the death of flowers in the pot
The death of eagles on the peak of rocks
And.. the silent lovers
In despair
In non fulfilled promises
At the waiting eyes
Unstable hopes
Drips of moments of time
And the fear of free bird in flies
And the choking voices on the hanging bars
And the sorrow of tired masses
And trees in the storms of winded cries
The darken days of empty feelings
And the path of a burned generations
Written in between the pages of unread half torn books
And the hearts in beating of fear of death
I only say….
Must be like a river
And must be gone…
Waiting is useless
Waiting is sadness
It is …
That the joy of passing through these mountains and prairie
Should be quenched in a dream of our river like full of sea
And our harmonized whisper struggle
In a silent voices
On the way of rocky road
Like a river running
And… in search toward the sea
The load of our loud voices of next generation
Can be carried… today
On our shoulders….
The prairie is so quiet and the mountains so hard
And the river is running
Through the hills but still
Toward the wide spread blue
Toward the sea
To amalgamate with the waves
To amalgamate with the rain drops
It is said …
Must be alike a river
Through these uphill
Through the vast land
But must move on
I am so bored
Of all these
Non echelon despotism
Staring the death of flowers in the pot
The death of eagles on the peak of rocks
And.. the silent lovers
In despair
In non fulfilled promises
At the waiting eyes
Unstable hopes
Drips of moments of time
And the fear of free bird in flies
And the choking voices on the hanging bars
And the sorrow of tired masses
And trees in the storms of winded cries
The darken days of empty feelings
And the path of a burned generations
Written in between the pages of unread half torn books
And the hearts in beating of fear of death
I only say….
Must be like a river
And must be gone…
Waiting is useless
Waiting is sadness
It is …
That the joy of passing through these mountains and prairie
Should be quenched in a dream of our river like full of sea
And our harmonized whisper struggle
In a silent voices
On the way of rocky road
Like a river running
And… in search toward the sea
The load of our loud voices of next generation
Can be carried… today
On our shoulders….
Distant Love...
Your words so warm yet make me sad.
Looking at time passes so fast, and I realize it is my life
Losing all those wonderful time
Seeing my children grow, seeing myself far away
Yet close in a different way
So far away
I cannot touch the hand,
I cannot feel the breath,
I cannot hold you close
Yet so close...
I can feel you in my heart,
I can see you in my mind,
I can hear you in my ears.
My heart is aching
I cannot deny.
It is so hard
to keep on saying good-bye.
I know it's so silly.
Why do I feel so sad?
Why does the thought of being away
make me feel so bad?
But,
I miss your arms
that hold me so tight.
I miss your kisses,
I miss all those good moments of sharing our words
I breathe in you,
Nothing can take away the arches of togetherness we have constructed,
Without you, distant or shoulder to shoulder
Staring at the sky, in these clouds,
My mind won’t stop its pressure,
But I am certain this is the part when this “distant love”
Gives us measure
Looking at time passes so fast, and I realize it is my life
Losing all those wonderful time
Seeing my children grow, seeing myself far away
Yet close in a different way
So far away
I cannot touch the hand,
I cannot feel the breath,
I cannot hold you close
Yet so close...
I can feel you in my heart,
I can see you in my mind,
I can hear you in my ears.
My heart is aching
I cannot deny.
It is so hard
to keep on saying good-bye.
I know it's so silly.
Why do I feel so sad?
Why does the thought of being away
make me feel so bad?
But,
I miss your arms
that hold me so tight.
I miss your kisses,
I miss all those good moments of sharing our words
I breathe in you,
Nothing can take away the arches of togetherness we have constructed,
Without you, distant or shoulder to shoulder
Staring at the sky, in these clouds,
My mind won’t stop its pressure,
But I am certain this is the part when this “distant love”
Gives us measure
At this time we are all in the journey of transition
A time of hardship, sorrow and sadness
But a moment in history
of our people…
A time for maturity
of a nation…
Going through this hard road of ignorance, and intellect
a choice to make…
Unknown …
With growing in pain…
For new generation to be born
We are now familiar with..
The wound so deep in our heart
we must sooth our pain with words
Now that we are forgotten… lost generation
Loneliness…
Is a dream in a nightmare….
But….We are not alone
if we only go… and not move
Then it is the end….
A time of hardship, sorrow and sadness
But a moment in history
of our people…
A time for maturity
of a nation…
Going through this hard road of ignorance, and intellect
a choice to make…
Unknown …
With growing in pain…
For new generation to be born
We are now familiar with..
The wound so deep in our heart
we must sooth our pain with words
Now that we are forgotten… lost generation
Loneliness…
Is a dream in a nightmare….
But….We are not alone
if we only go… and not move
Then it is the end….
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