Poetry

Set that heart straight

Set that heart straight
So all else aligns,
Stars line up,
Cloud breaks down,
Desert gives up,
welcoming carnation under its sky.
Set that heart straight,
So reckless child calms down >>>

مافیای عشق

خورشید که میتابد
پاهایم دراز می شود
در شهر دنیا و میگذرد
از مرز تمدن
با خلخالی از گل بوسه های آدمی
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Three short ones

Some seek truth by soaring the heights,
there where they would become one with the Boundless.
Others seek it plumbing the depths,
there where they would surrender and be Bounded.
And both of these ways are good for a time.
But the Boundless one soon becomes prisoner of his freedom
while the Bounded one in bondage knows little release. >>>

Claim

They say there is nothing like the wind

to tempt you away from here.

They say abandon your ways

haven't you had enough of fear?

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Secret Words

Tell me the secret words

The big worlds of walls, people, a desk in a small room

Life hanging from a thread called time

So fragile, so lost

Ticking away your thoughts

Tell me before I go >>>

To Mr. Plasterk

Iranian students are banned
to learn technology
that can
give them the knowledge
of nuclear science.
Discrimination?
"Noooo..." they say!
"It's just precaution"

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Leila and me

We talk about the Shah here all the time but we never talk about Leila. I wrote a poem about Leila once. It was exactly three years ago, at the time when I went under. I went under because of a Persian Male--one of those with eyes of Eternity and kohl, who oozed Hafez from every pore in veiled dank misty rivers. You know the type, but at the time I didn’t, and so I fell in love. And he fell out and I went under. Into a very dark place. And when I came back, I’d written this poem. Or this poem had written me>>>

‫آشنا

چشمام رنگ درخته
رنگ خاکه
‫رنگ همون دیاره
‫که سایه هاش از کهربایه
‫من و تو
‫تو که چشمات رنگ آبه

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Splendour on the roof

Flushed in the spring sunbeams
on the flat roof of their house
three sisters call to each other
frisking, capering
dashing like mad
garlands of jasmine
around their necks.

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چاپار آزاده

قهرمان سازی ایرانی همانا بمانند علم کیمیاگری است، که فقط معدودی از افراد نظر کرده، در پشت پرده های رنگین و با دستهای نامرئی، مطلا و آهن ناچیز را طلا کنند و جاه طلبان را قهرمان. سایرمردم موظفند به تعظیم و فرود آوردن سر و ضمن انتظار برای پلوی نذری، به سر دادن شعارهای حماسی بپردازند، به همان گونه ای که ماکیاولی تجویز کرده است. شعارهائی، که نویسندگان آن اکثرأ علمای اخوان المسلمین ساکن لندن و پاریس و شاهدوستان پراکنده در غرب و یا جانشینان ایشان در حکومت ایران امروزند.>>>

Young women...

Young vitalities
Making the incidents
Meeting the promises
Creating the opportunities
Avoiding disappointments
Through their young souls
Embracing the challenges
Resenting the old traditions >>>

Mom, I have dreamt his Release

Dreams were my passion, my solitude
Passing of the day was precious as it brought me glorious black
Has it been too long I wonder,
Will I ever return to that far away land?
Would I remember how to step off a window and not fall
But soar, so softly, so crisply…
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گرگ باران دیده

قطره ای از صخره های خاوران
در درون جان خود نوشید ه ام
خاک پای حافظی را بی دریغ
همره باران خود بوسیده ام
در خراسان در پی بز های خود
با دم کوبادها نالیده ام

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چه بی نظیر بود

بی نظیر بودی تو در خاکِ پاک خویش
گناه تو بی نظیر بودن بود
زنِ لبخند به لبِ دمکراسی خواهِ امیدوار
در کشوری مسلمان
در کشور کودتا در کودتا
با کوههایی مأمن القاعده >>>

Sense of rebellion

A new generation of Iranian artists are striving for the mutation of our music. For those who have been waiting for a change, the time is now and there is a new wave of talented Rock and Hip-Hop artists reaching out to us. This goes a long way toward explaining the large majority of our Iranian pop music culture. However, every once in a while an album will make its way past reviewer after reviewer and deservedly earn high marks with nary a scratch. I believe this will be the story with Iran’s hip-hop messiah, Erfan, and his debut Album, “Az Khaneh ta Goor”>>>