رهگذر شعر چیست / چند کلمه در باد

Dear Orang, I just joined

Dear Orang, I just joined the group that you mentioned.  Thanks, looks like a great group.

Ana jan, Merci

Ana jan,

everything in this piece is real, I realy still wonder how "Sarnevesht" made me come to Paris. As the majority of Iranians, I'd learned English in Iran and I should go to US.Few days before I go for my Visa appliance meeting, US embassy was attacked and been closed for the first time (Feb 79). So I had to chose another country and arrived in France without knowing any word of French. Today I'm happy to be in France instead of US even if I didn't chose it. I've been realy a playtoy for Sarnevesht.

For annonymous, don't care. At the begining when the site has been opened for comments. I received a lot of ugly comments, hopefully friends like JJ, Manouchehr and others had been here at this time to support me and since people like Azarine, Ali, Azadeh, Souri, Ebi, Mourche, Princess, Mona,..... and you make this site a haven place for Poesie.

I would happy if you join this group for encouraging more Iranian Poesie:  //www.facebook.com/home.php#/group.php?gid=26255916530

Orang

منوچهر جان

این تشویق مخصوصأ از طرف هنرمندی مثل شما برای من خیلی گرانبهاست

مرسی

اورنگ

ALI jan you hear by your heart

ALI jan you hear by your heart

I really would love to have one day the opportunity of sharing some glasses (or bottles;-) of wine with you.

Ghorbanat

Orang

I hear you

Instead of drinking one more glass of wine, I read your poem.

It hit the spot.

  I am done for the night.

Teary eyes, wearing a smile, I am going to my cold bed.

Good night, my fellow 'mohajer'...

Ali P.

اورنگ جان

شعرت آهنگین و خوشرنگ و رو شده است.  بیشتر بپرداز در همین راستا.

منوچهر عوض نیا

Orang jan, Very nice

Orang jan, Very nice poem.  Especially where you talk about future being a playtoy for "sarnevesht".  I have to say some times, I feel like Souri where she talked about people who do not understand poetry and make comments.  Few days ago, I wrote one of those poems that for now I plan to self sensor.  I share with everyone this line from it:

I don’t want to read poetry comments of readers with no song to their names

There are other times that I feel that every reader has a right to comment on any work on this site and it is up to writer/poet and other readers what to take from that comment.

You are welcome IranDokht

When you are young you are fearless. At these time we had less ressources, Web wasn't here and phone was very expensive but we have less duty and responsability either. so when you balance everything, it was good time but you never realise your chance when it is close to you, le temps de l'insouciance.

Take care.

Orang

Orang jan

18 is so young...  it always amazes me that our parents allowed many of us to leave everything behind and live in a completely foreign country all alone at such young ages. I guess they were hoping that things would change. I know I never expected to live away from everyone I loved most of my life.

Your poem reached inside my chest and grabbed a hold of my heart, taking me back to those times of uncertainty, sad goodbyes, lots of hopes and ambition. For some of us, it was the beginning of a long journey of heartaches too...

Thanks my dear friend.

IRANdokht

Thanks souri Jan

Thanks for your comment. I avoid answer annonymous people. Behtarine Javabe Khamoshist. and to continue improving our sprit.

Thanks Azarine Jan

Unfortunately I was not so young, I was 18 when I left Iran! so you can find my age now :-)

Actually I've travelled 2 times to Iran since. It is why I told Mehman we are foreigners here and there.

I'm not nostalgic of Iran, and I'm happy to live in Paris. I passed more time here than there. I'm nostalgic of my youth peroid of life and the date when my life make a turn. 13 Mars 79.

Orang

Orang jan

I loved this poem. Very nice and very accurate. I'm wondering why some people who don't understand nothing of poetry, come here to comment and teach us a thing or two? To show off to our families back in Iran that we now live in a free land ?

Is that a wrestling between us and them?

Beautiful poem!

Orang Jan,

I guess you haven't returned back to Iran in the last 30 years, as I read that 30 years ago there was no "ghosse", no "eidi", no "doshmani"?...It sounds like a fairy tale, (like all your gorgeous poems)!

Or you should have been too young to remember everything, except for this Iran of your dreams..:-)

Azarin

مرسی مهمان جان

خیلی مخلصم

غریبی ما پایانی نخواهد داشت چون در ایران هم بیگانه ایم

قربانت

اورنگ

آفرین اورنگ!

 اورنگا!راست گویی جانا:  سی سال از عمر بی حاصل برفت و در دیار غربت درمانده ایم:

بگذرد سال سی و درمان بشد

درد سرگردانی ام پایان بشد

از گذار عمر بی حاصل چه باک

چون رفیقم چون تو اورنگی بشد

Another thirty years will pass

and hopefully you will all still be here longing for goods ol' times when Nowrouz was really Nowrouz

p.s. Look on the bright side, you can always show off to your relatives and friends back in Iran that you have the privilege of living in free advanced countries but they've got to live under backward mullahs and only dream of a freedom and real progress that will never come.

Princess Jan

Time flies and takes clouds with him.

Thank you for your words.

Orang

Time flies, doesn't it?

Thirty years, the smell of Nowrouz has not been the same.

Thank you!