ببین به خانه می روم
چه شادمانه می روم
بر ابر و باد می روم
و بر دما نه می دوم
ببین چه مست می شوم
بلند و پست می شوم
چو دانه پوست می درم
نبود و هست می شوم
ببین بهار می شوم
ببین قیام می کنم
چو لاله زار می شوم
دوباره زنده می شوم
شکوفه زار می شوم
دوباره شور می شوم
دوباره شعر می شوم.
ببین چه موج می زنم
به پست و اوج می زنم
ز نو طلوع می کنم
به اقتدار می رسم
به فرد و زوج می زنم.
ببین چو رود می شوم
پرازسرود می شوم
چه دلنواز می دوم
از آبشار می پرم
به مرغزار می تنم
رهی دراز می روم
دو باره آه می کشم
چو آر شعله می کشم
برون ز دود می پرم.
ببین شهاب می شوم
چه پر شتاب می دوم
به سان تیر می پرم
نه کم و کاست می شوم
به کوه و آب می زنم
نه چپ نه راست می شوم.
به عشق و حال می رسم
و چون خیال می روم.
ز خویش زاده می شوم
و تا کمال می رسم.
به آشیانه می رسم
به بیکرانه می رسم
و در فسانه می روم
و جاودانه می شوم
دم از الست می زنم
به آن یگانه می رسم
به یم غروب می کنم
هم از میانه می روم
هم از زمانه می جهم.
آر: در کرمانجی به معنای آتش است.
دمانه: دامنه
زمستان 2006
اتاوا
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Manoucher
by azaadeh (not verified) on Fri May 23, 2008 02:51 PM PDTManoucher jan,
thanks for your words... your poem resonates deep within me and now i understand why.
it flows...its beautiful.
B.
Thaks
by Manoucher Avaznia on Thu May 22, 2008 10:14 PM PDTSouri Jaan;
Thank you. I do not deserve this much kindness. Choobkaaree farmoodeed. Sharmandeh Shodeem.
Sepaas
A Word
by Manoucher Avaznia on Fri May 23, 2008 04:02 AM PDTAzaadeh Jaan;
The origin of almost all my peoms, I believe, goes back to a nostagic look at my past in Iran. This said, as a person who lived a painful life without direction for two decades as I was a materialist, in the past several years I have come to the conclusion that there is a direction in the motion of every particle in existence. That direction, though might be thought of as a romantic approach to existence, is towards perfection that I call spiritual existence. As long as there is matter, there is motion. I believe the reason for any motion is a kind of imperfection; and so an attraction towards it. Once something is perfect, there is no reason for it move; and the thing does not achieve that status unless that thing leaves its material existence behind. The whole concept of time is stemmed from the same concept of motion in material aspect of existence. This is my understanding of Molla Sadraa's philosphy. Everything is moving towards perfection: living or not living. And so as a moving being, I believe I share this motion with every being around me in every aspect of being as I receive from them and I give to them. Therefore, if the sky rains, somhow, it is my tear pouring down. If nightangales fall in love, it is me who is torn apart by love. If the sun shines, it is because it need to shine and I share its light. And so on. I hope I have not dragged you to an abstract world of which I do not know much either. What gives me a meaning in life is this concept only; otherwise, the whole concept of life and existence looks like a dreary meaningless repetition of blind occurances of incidents without any reason and pattern that even forebids me from proper comprehension of their patterns and directions. This acceleration towards perfection is the core of my thoughts about life and existence. I love to rush towards that beloved without worrying about what I leave behind. The house, indeed, is my resting place where I have no motion: perfection.
Your poem is binazir
by Souri on Thu May 22, 2008 05:18 PM PDTas always.
This became really one of my major point to come here only to read "your poem of the Day".
Thanks a lot to share those fresh air with us. We all need them.
can u elaborate... i think
by azaadeh (not verified) on Thu May 22, 2008 05:10 PM PDTcan u elaborate... i think poems become more meaningful when the poet talks about them... thanks
Thanks
by Manoucher Avaznia on Thu May 22, 2008 04:01 PM PDTRed Wine Jaan;
Thank you for the offer:
Naseehat Gofte'ee Jaanaa; Bedaaram Pand Dar Goosham
Sharaab'e Sorkh'e Doosheen Raa Sahar Laajore' Meenoosham.
ببین به خانه میروم
Red WineThu May 22, 2008 03:11 PM PDT
داداش ،مرگ من يواش...اگه مشروب خوردي،تاكسي بگير.
Thanks
by Abarmard on Thu May 22, 2008 07:45 AM PDTEnjoyed reading it