Thursday, September 11, 2025

Eclipse

When the autumn leaves start to fall

And the cold winds start to howl

I think of you and your smile

Of how your eyes carry the weight of stars

Of how your presence used to make me whole

and of how your silence is tangled to my soul

For when its winter and nature starts to freeze

I can still close my eyes and wait for the breeze

To bring your scent from across the seas

That mates with the seedlings inside my tears

So Instead of loving you every day and night

I’d have a child of my own to think about

Years will pass and when he’s in bloom

I’ll look into his eyes and see that gloom

That you had in your hair back in the day

The same thing that made you and I stay away

To have love but choose to look at it from afar

To not be that shooting star

But to sit under the beautiful sky

And watch the celestials passing us by

As if the heavens themselves conspire

To teach the heart what it refuses to desire

The stars shimmer with a truth we cannot hold

A fire too bright for hands too cold

Yet in their light, your absence blooms like a rose

Thorned and radiant, in the garden only fate knows

To love, and turn aside, is a subtle crime

Hidden in the quiet music of time

And still, I bow to it – the beauty, the ache

Knowing some flames are too pure to break


Sunday, September 7, 2025


 قلبم را از سینه کندم
و به پای کبوتری گره زدم
پر زد به سوی تو
باز که گشت،
چیزی به پایش نبود
کار تمام شد

All but Martyrs to the Almighty


درد من از سهم من،
سهم من از درد من.

در قفس خویش تن،
از برِ محبوب من.


 

Friday, October 18, 2024

IlLUSIONS


An alien ship drifts silently toward Earth. Inside, two figures lie in hibernation, their bodies still but their minds alive, linked by telepathic exchange.


One is the captain — a being who can sense and process the endless streams of electromagnetic waves around every celestial body they pass. The other is his son, still learning, still stretching his mind under his father’s guidance.


As Earth comes into view, the son asks:


"Father, what is it the people of this planet yearn for so deeply?"


"Love."


"And the other things they chase?"


"Shadows and dust, my son."


Friday, October 11, 2024

Writing is Therapy!




when you want to fuck her to get even with her cunt side... correction! You want to fucking pimp her and pee on her pretty cunt face while she's getting fucked in the ass then have her lick it from your toes... motherfucker you're a cunt and I'm becoming a vengeful dick for staying around your stupid cunt for too long!

Wednesday, November 21, 2018

The wrongness of Kundera's philosophy!


The time has come

To migrate from this place to another

From the place of existing to the place of being

This lightness of being

To give away the sweetness of the juice of that fruit,

Growing on top of that tree at the corner of that hill

By the river in the field of wheat,

And go backwards to the sound and the noise

To the fury of the city

To the pollution and the collisions of the traffic

And tall dark haired skinny girls

In their fancy boots

To makes a routine out of the unbearable

So that it’s no more…

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Elegy (Persistent Momentary Lapse of Things)

 

seduction

Can’t you see baby,

That it’s not working?

All the sincerity,

All this time,

And you break my heart,

At least once every night…

 

Don’t you feel it baby?

That it’s not there?

Even though I look in your erratically colored eyes,

And see nothing but your want,

with all of your repulsion,

…

 

Can u feel me seeing it baby?

That it’s not us we’re chasing?

That it’s the way things are,

In this fucking choreography of attitudes,

And the persistent momentary lapse among them

 

It tears my heart,

At least once every night…