Saturday, October 15, 2016

My Angel


Line and Curve




سالها در فكر او بودم 
سالها در فكر تماس
سألها در انديشه ان ابر سفيد
لمس كردن ان خط روان
حس كردن ان منحنى حيات 
و  دانش ان كه 
پىوستن خط به انحناست 
كه تعريف مى كند لذت هستى را
و در ان تپش حيات 
و در ان لذت اگاهى 
به من جان ميدهد جان

سالها به فكر او بودم 
سالها مى دانستم 
او
بفكر من است
شعر مرا خوانده 
و بفكر من اگاهست 
و مى داند 
من در انديشه ابرها 
در فكر ان خط روان 
در فكر ان قطره اب 
در فكر ان منحنى حيات 
هستم 

اينجا 
پس از اين شب تاريك و طولانى
إبر هاى سفيد را مى بينم
مه در روى زمين را پوشانده 
و  مى توانم منحنى زيباى
     ان قطره اب را كمس كنم



Future





In an island 
far away from the empty sounds
far away from mundane day to day work
I see shadow of you 
standing behind the glass
in the future, white and blue

In an island
far away from our commitments 
where our only companion are lonely crows 
that contain us within their discrete sounds
I see us covered in the white clouds 
without any intruding feathers in the future

We'll do it all
everything
on our own
without waiting for the moon and sun to align 

We don't need
anything
or anyone
to join in our dace to the end of time

If I dream here 
If I just dream that you are here with me
would dream with me and just forget the world?

I don't quite know
how to say
how I feel

Those three words
are said too much
they're not enough

If I close my eyes here
If I just close my eyes here
would you close your eyes with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
before we get too old
show me a garden that's bursting into life
I want to touch those beautiful magnolias

I want to merge within the waterfall


I need your beautiful eyes
to remind me
to find my path forward

If I touch here
If I just touch here
would you touch me once and just forget the world?

Forget what we’re told
before we get too old
show me a garden that's bursting into life

All that I am
all that I ever was
is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see

I don't know where
confused about how as well
just know that these things will never change for us at all

If I lay here
if I just lay here
would you lie with me and just forget the world?



Yahya +
Chasing Cars +
Snow Patrol

Cold and Dark



It is cold and dark
Can hear rain droplets hitting the window
I am lost in the mist and rain
in this lonely night
losing my dream,  one x at the time
because can't control myself
Because it is a vertical Cliff to ascend  

I am freezing slowly
within this cold world
everywhere is surrounded by darkness and cold
you are not covering me with your warmth
you are hiding from me behind a filter of politeness

I am freezing slowly
want to get back to your bright side
don't want to cry so much
don't want to lose you again

i started to dream about those discrete white lines
in the road to unknown 
Where mountains are white 
And valley are dark
so fast 
so bright

i started to think about the soft white shell 
cold and feel like snow
i started to dream about flying from the peak
so nice

i want you to be mine
independent of what i do with this world of darkness and pain
free from P and E complines
just be mine with no conditions
no boxes to cross
no constraints

i know it is an impossible dream
but that is the hope i have



will you let me have my dream

Yahya ..

Thursday, October 6, 2016

84














84


Stop all the clocks, cut off the WiFi,
Prevent my  iPhone from beeping with a message,
Turn off the music and changed it with sound of my heart
Bring out the cloud, let the everyone leave. 

Let planes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message that SHE IS GONE,
Change the numbers so there is no 84,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. 

She was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week,  my VBA and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Yahya

based on W. H. Auden poem.