Some call them poems, so maybe!
Poem of a cut
Generous and endless
Even after a spell of darkness
Even after the collapse of a system
Even after a flood above and under
I saw a miracle last night
There was a long red river
It’s running right behind my ear
The one that tends to hear more clear
I wonder if it carried a message
A tale of pain written on my skin
A tiny land from my existence
Covered in red tulips from within
A field of burns and sweat
A field free of nonsense
The sting didn’t even hurt
The pain that was unreal
Nothing was served but wine
A sensation beyond usual
A moment of bravery
Celebrate of a sad victory
Generous and endless
Even after a spell of darkness
Even after the collapse of a system
Even after a flood above and under
Ceremony of my dead memories now
Ceremony of my dead memories now
Ceremony of my dead memories now
Ceremony of my dead memories
But when you look up
Beautiful little girl,
Here, the sour things are sour,
and the red things, red.
The walls are the same warm brick blocks,
and the teas, boundlessly bitter.
Here, the moonlight still
flirts through the passing months;
and the days grow warmer.
The charm of young boys and playful sweethearts
still carries your heart away
away to the scent of night-blooming flowers
that, without asking anything in return,
drift past you and intoxicate you.
Here, there is still white beard,
there is still warm bread,
life is colorful,
they have God,
they take their walks,
couples are in each other’s arms,
their cats are plump.
But,
But,
But,
their ruler is merciless.
Erased
Today my body trembled twice from fear.
The fear of being far from her,
and the fear of being far from myself.
The fear of not knowing which one
can more slowly, particle by particle, erase me.
The fear of these separations
more uncertain than being driven alone
in the middle of a dark road
with the danger of a deer leaping out.
This is exactly the same feeling repeating itself,
only this time
it feels as though one thousand, two hundred and thirty-seven times more intense.
These days I am frightened,
and today my body trembled twice
with the hope of coming out of this ordeal whole.
We explode from within
and shatter from without,
but we will carry on.
Following the singular moment of existence
I am no one
I have no image
I have no voice
I am not the crown of creation
I have no god
I am merely a shadow
In this chaotic world
Born from illusions and suspicions
I have no name
No trace
No sun
No sky
I remain flowing only in silence
I’ve lost myself in mirrors
My presence is but waves
In search of stories
Without past or future
Art is my only touch
The only light in the cave of my mind
From this endless darkness
An invisible truth emerges
Silently
Eternal in my absence
In this void, I am an unknown dance
Without origin
Just a sound in the wilderness
My footsteps invisible
Only a mirage following the singular moment of existence
Powerful hands
Carefree shattered mirrors
Endless thoughts of the dawn
A blank sheet of paper
A closed window to the luminous world
I am a dot on the map of the universe
Unattached, nameless, infinite
I must write before I dry up
In a world that doubts me
Perhaps in this cold
In this silence
My unheard voice will find a home
Where my lost self may find a glimmer and warmth
With no proof of my existence or any trace
A riddle in the dimensions of the infinite
Tonight, my colors
Are lost in the twists of my moments
I am a collection of unseen whirlpools
Whirlpools deep, silent, and traceless
Tonight, I seek myself in this vague interference
With each step of these quiet wanderings
Perhaps I will witness a spark of truth
And in this boundless world
I create to exist
Not as a true being
But as the only thing that, within the heart of silence,
Lives
Hold me
hands reach out for seconds
slipping
like water through the fist
a moment caught, then lost
time stretches
fractures into a soft breath between our heartbeats
each of those fragment remains
just long enough to fade
in the world of shadows
we trace what was and what will be
our palms remember shapes
we could no longer hold
life echoes in our skins
flickers like stars
It’s glitching in the void
where time begins and ends
It’s glitching in the void
where time begins and ends
touch me
hold me
softly
for this moment
will soon dissolve into light
for this moment
will soon dissolve into light
Squirrel dream
Lala lala, little Amir,
Sleep, oh beautiful child.
Do not fear the night, do not fear tomorrow,
Do not fear the journeys that go far away.
Sleep until the sun blooms open,
There can be no shadow without light.
Tomorrow will come, among all the tomorrows,
Time does not yield to force.
Lala lalaaa…
Sleep, my dear, my night is dark,
This night will pass, and dawn draws near.
Lala lala, the time is short,
Two feet and a narrow road ahead.
One is ocean, one is swamp,
One is still, one is restless,
One is silent, one is singing,
One seeks bread, one seeks blood.
Lala lalaaa…
In your dreams, the world is full of squirrels,
Its deserts are green and full of water.
In your dreams, hearts are overflowing,
And nights are silver, soaked in moonlight.
In your dreams, the ruler is gentle and kind,
And wine and poetry are always at hand.
Remember this every night, my love,
In dreams, the heart roams free, completely free.
Lala lalaaa…
My dear, be patient,
Pass through these darknesses.
Look how far you have come, and what you have done,
Remember it, and let yourself be proud.
Remember all those crossroads,
All the rights and all the wrongs,
Remember your friends, remember yourself,
Remember the smiles and the weeping.
Lala lalaaa…