Manoucher Avaznia

Ebi Jaan;

You brought a pleasant laughter to me.  Sepaas.

Manucher Aziz.

So,I understand that you still have hair,since if you were bald,you would have said:

Dast az sare kachale man bardaar!!!hahaha

You confessed that you have gray head(I know you meant in a poetic metaphore ),to me it means you have "gray brain cells" like my favorite detective of Agatta Christi's,who else but Hecule Poirot.

So please continue dear.

sepaas

ابی جان؛

دست بردار از سر خاکستری من.

آب در لانه موران منداز.

مردم آزاری بس.

تا به نزدیکی کندوی عسل راهی نیست.

شعله و دود نمی جویی دوست؟

تنها خواستم شوخی کرده باشم.  به دل نگیر.

Re : Delightful to read....

Azadeh jaan absolutely true!.This is what I call a real "Moshaaereh",between two poets,not poeple who have memorized Beits!. 

Nazy Jaan, Manuchehr Jaan,sepaas.Please don't stop!.

best wishes

A fruitless seed, you asked

A fruitless seed, you asked

And I took your hand and led you

To the fields of thought

To the paddies of inspiration

To the farms of joy

To where hope grows

To where trees bear a delicious fruit

A fruit unlike another

Aromatic, delicious, and colorful

The fruit of thought

And reflection

And compassion

And understanding 

Which feeds no one for one meal

But which feeds nations for centuries

The fruit of thought and understanding

The seeds of which will plant others

And will grow to last

For eternity.

And he, also, asked

And he, also, asked me:

کسی آیا سخن از کشته بی حاصل من خواهد گفت؟

Delightul to read

Ah, it is such a delight to see Manouchehr and Nazy capping beautiful verses. You two made my day. Thank you so much.

Azadeh

Gratitude...

And the writer sat speechless and quiet

He had a pen but no ink

Thoughts surrounded him

And he surrendered to his friend,

his imagination

Imagination took over to run

To go, to see, to hold, and to touch

To wrap itself around memories

To give in to desires

To visit and recount all wishes

To erase pains and maladies

Returning to the writer,

The hint of a smile on his face

Imagination helped the pen to write

For it was now dabbled in the ink of love.

Dear Manouchehr: I am touched beyond words for your kind reply and my very own "Chakameh!" Thank you.

Dear IRANdokht: Shekasteh nafsi mifarmaeed!

منوچهر عزیز

 این شرایط که توصیف کردی

بار دیگر دیدم

طبع من خشکیده است.

ذهن من هم دیریست

خامشی بگزیده است

شباهت زیادی به قدرت نویسدگی من داره! شما که میتونی به این زیبائی با نازی جان مشاعره کنید لطفأ دم از خشکیدن طبع و خاموشی نزنید که من را کاملأ از خودم نا امید میکنی

:0)

نازی جان؛

با خودم هی گفتم:

پاسخت را به چکامه گویم.

بار دیگر دیدم

طبع من خشکیده است.

ذهن من هم دیریست

خامشی بگزیده است

عاقبت رو به نهیب آوردم

و ز خود پرسیدم

مگر یک دست مریزاد به ذهنت دفن است؟

آری، آنگاه زبانم بگشود

تا بگویم شاداب

تر و تازه چو گلبرگ ببارد چامه

از نوک خامه نازی هر بار.

چامه : چکامه؛ شعر

Nazy Jaan

Baa ejaaze az Manuchehr aziz!

Very beautiful !

Touched my heart!

Sepaas

Date?!

it is important that a poet of this caliber checks the date of his postings,since the Roayas care for it.
Manuchehr khan be careful please.

Irandokht Jaan;

I saw it exactly as you said.  I appreciate that.

Dear Mr Avaznia

My point was to let you know that I enjoyed your poem as I always do and I always check the date on your poems to better understand you and the state of mind that you were in when you wrote them. 

I realized that you had just written this beautiful piece of poetry today and I was happy to see the positive start and hopeful tone of it. What I wrote in parenthesis was just a friendly reminder to not rush, Shahrivar is my favorite month of the year ;-) 

IRANdokht

Show me the way to love...

And a friend
Is all that we need on our road,
To be our fellow-traveller
To be our companion
To be our shade
To be our compass
To be our Carevan-Sarai

A friend,
and nothing more.

Our city of light,
colors,
and laughter
is just around the corner.

date ?!!

Do we really care about the date ?

I am for the meaning of  your  poems dear Manouchehr.

Keep on posting your beautiful  works for us, please.

Souri Jaan;

Again you did a lot of Choobkaaree with your beautiful words.  You make me feel that I am reaaly someone.  Don't do this to the old man.  Just tried to joke.  I heartily appreciate your comment.  Just to mention that the date of the poem is Shahreevar 30, 1387.  So much I was engrossed in the date that Iraq invaded Iran; which was first day of the month of Mehr, that I made that gross mistake.  I will change it shortly.  Enjoy your time down there.

Thank You

Irandokht Jaan;

You caught me there.  Just tried to joke.  You are right.  We are still in Shahreevar.  I noticed it after it was featured.  I told myself to change the date once it has disappeared from that part of the web.  It is 30th of Shareevar; and I will change the date tomorrow.  Thank you for the point.

dear Manouchehr AAVAAZ Nia

My dear friend, I am now in a different location and haven't much time to read and write. Still came here to continue following  your story and now read your new poem....

I'm just speechless . Loved this one.

Thank you.

beautiful poem

Thank you Manoucher jan

Did you just write this awesome poem today? 

(I believe we're still in shahrivar) 

IRANdokht

Manucher Aziz.

 کودک خارا, عجب استعاره زیبا و لطیفی. همین خاراهای کویر هستند که شقایقهایی چون :ملک الشعرا بهار, اطهری کرمانی ,وحشی بافقی ,سهراب سپهری, منوچهر عوض نیا و ....    را به ارمغان آورده اند.

 مستدام باشی هم کویری عزیز

Ebie Jaan;

نظر مهر شما ست عزیز.  بنده کوچک همه شما هستم نه در خور القاب. همین واژگان کوتاه و روشن شما زیباترین انگیزه برای دنبال کردن این راه است. راستش را بخواهید همین بی شیله پیله گی این صفحه است که این کودک خارا سکنات را همی بسته بدان. سپاس.

Manucher Aziz.

 May I call you:

Malek-ol-shoaraa of Iraniandotcome?!

How can I express my feelings after reading this piece?!just to say:

one of the best from you!.I'll read it again & again.

sepaas-e-bikaraan

dast marizaad

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