Poem. 41 My Will Is Melting

My Will Is Melting…

Entangled in the boggy land of doubt,
And entrapped in the choices' web,
My will is melting…
To stand on the peak of selfhood,
And look down on all that is beneath,
And cherish the cherry-tasting nectar of being alone,
Or let my existence evaporate
In the galaxy of those black eyes,
And wear the silken blindfold of love,
And let the crystal fingers of Venus
Touch the velvet strings of my soul
To let the feathery divine melody
Enchant the drowsy ears…

Poem. 40 Moments Are On Fire

Moments Are on Fire...

Moments are on fire

And the ashes fall softly

On the Time’s grey cheek,

Seconds slouch forward,

And I

Enshrouded by clouds of doubt

Drink every drops of sand

That falls to herald the passage of another

Hesitant bleeding ounce of time,

Gusts of passion shake every vein of mine,

Strawberry-tasting memories of being with you,

Flash through my chaotic mind,

Leading me on the velvet path,

Which leads to an emerald valley

Where squirrels of love

Are on every branch

Tasting the hazelnuts of being with you…

Poem. 39 If You Only Knew...

If You Only Knew…

Seconds die and I long for

The crystal moment

When your face

Rises from the clouds of solitude

And takes me into the fathomless

Depth of eternal bliss

Of being

One with you…

If you only knew,

How every fiber of my body

Breathes infinite fairies

Who whisper your name.

If you only knew,

How much every string of my soul

Prays for the sweet melody of your voice

To enchant the ears of universe

With their heavenly scent

If you only knew,

How the velvet look of those black eyes

Delves within me,

Quenches my heart’s desire for drops of love,

And lets the nectar of love flow

Into every lonely veins of my heart

If you only knew…

If you only knew…

Poem.38 Life Imitates Art ( A Humble Tribute to Oscar Wilde)

Life Imitates Art

(A humble tribute to Oscar Wilde)

O thou proud Nature

Rolling in ashes of long-burnt

Fiery love of yourself

What are you boasting of?

Thy greenery?

That’s nothing but

Wooden rotten figures

With wrinkled claws

Scratching the Earth’s breast

Fumbling for manure

Water-thirsty vampires

Destined to be strangled

By the icy hands of snowy demons!

Thy mountains?

They’re nothing but piles of dust

Proud of piercing the clouds

Forcing a heavy load

On the Earth’s shoulders

Yet, trodden by every foot

Crushed by every step

Dumb megalomaniacs

Whose sole voice

A mere echo

Dies in an instant

Not long enough to be heard!

Thy clouds?

Those plump, haughty phantoms

Wishing to display their mighty wrath

Pat each other on the shoulders

And roar to shake and shock

The creatures beneath

Yet melt in their rages’ climax

And weep for their untimely death!

Thy far stretching seas and oceans?

They’re nothing but tiny trivial

Drops of water

Gathering to form an impressive identity

By losing their own!

In the depth of their watery heart

Lay their so-called treasures

Which being nothing but shipwrecks

Make them pleased

With their great triumph

Over helpless, wooden toys!

Their anger is masterfully portrayed

By raising their eyebrows

Frowning and foaming desperately

To impress the captains

By their magnificent personality!!!

Thy Sun and Moon?

They are nothing but boring circles of light

One too lazy to move

One too transient in mood

One entangled in the boggy kingdom of his own flames

One begging hopelessly for a beam of light

One pleased with burning the eyes

One trained in fooling the wise

Now behold

That every single monument of thy greatness

That makes your eyes glow with pride

And your heart beat with pulses of joy

Is nothing but an illusory mirage

Were it not for the sweet words of poetry

Coupled with the melodious rhythm of embedded lyres

Were it not for the winged metaphors

Hand in hand with the marble fingers of imagination

Were it not for the poet’s discerning eye

To see in thee what thou hast not

Thou would not be seen,

Thou would not be loved…

Poem.37 All the Cells of Yours

All the Cells of Yours…

Beauty has left its eternal mark

On the delicate face of yours

And grace has breathed into

Every vein of yours

Pretty scent of youth has

Embraced every limb of yours

Yet life, yes sweet life

Has left the heart of yours!

Poem.36 Omnia Vincit Amor

Omnia Vincit Amor…

Walking on this desperate street

Trodden by hasty shoes

Of passersby who do not notice

How lonesome the stones beneath are

Anger and joy, shame and sorrow

Have carved emotions

On the faces that pass

And fade into darkness

Now sitting on a rusty bench

My eyes fly far to grasp

Every ounce of affection that eyes

Bestow on dying flames within me

There an angelic figure halts

And lets the velvet look of those

Delved-in-black eyes

Penetrate the depth of my soul

And out of the delicate ashes

Left from a burnt and shattered heart

A once-frozen fire is lit anew.

Blocked veins surrender to the flooding

Force of life which flows

To quench each cell’s thirst

For the burning nectar

Of love…

Poem.35 Standing on The Edge of Universe

Standing on The Edge of Universe

Standing on the edge of universe

I look back and see

The filthy masses

Wriggling in the mud and manure

Of ignorance

Beast of evil nature

Tearing the wise throat

Which utters the unfathomable truth

Which being intangible

Becomes the best excuse to

Behead the speaker

With teasing axes

Of stinking verbosity

In the meanest land on the Earth

Herd of bloodthirsty parasites

Gather to stone The Undeniable

To death

Assuming that

Dregs of wisdom

Can be wiped out

And pure rotten life

Can be swallowed

And taste like frozen honey

And I, standing on the edge of universe

Detached from the carnal territory

Of shepherd-less cattle of vultures

Breathe the enchanting scent

Of transparent prism of truth

While the soothing breeze of freedom

Blows to whisper

That Academy of Eden

Cannot be far…

Poem.34 Dark Corners of Our Streets

Dark Corners of Our Streets

Moon is stretching its silvery empire

To every dark corner.

Darkness is losing the battle,

Its last strongholds are lost,

Soldiers of lunar army

Have conquered

And night is imprisoned

Behind silver bars…

I am walking alone

On this solitary path

No one to wait for

No one waiting for me

Dogs barking sound

Sends a shiver all through my spine

Heartless cars and passersby

Come and go

Ignoring the poor little boy

Who lies on the pavement,

Stretching his hands

Hoping for the light

Of a shining coin.

Hunger is fumbling inside

His thin, weak body

To find his heart

And make it stop…

And I unable to help

Can just wonder

What will become of him?

What will become of me?

What will become of man?

Poem.33 Going Down...Lower....Lower....

Going down...lower…lower…

Black

Galaxies of tiny stars

Virgin planets awaiting discovery

Naughty meteors and shooting stars

Playing hide and seek

In the eternity of dark and vast

Empire of aliens

Blue

Fluffy white pillows on an azure mattress

Welcome the golden sun to lie

And breathe fire to

Enliven the world beneath

Green

Long branches of trees stretch far

To bestow the cozy shadow of leaves

On the weary passersby

Brown

A silent and private corner

Deep in the heart of the earth

Where the world above is not welcome

Under a white sheet

Lies a man

I am the man…

Poem.32 Whirlpool of Sorrow

Whirlpool of Sorrow

Pulls the trigger…

Bang…Bang…Bang…

Blood and nothing else…

Screams, shouts, horns

Rain, wet, soaked

Ringing bell,

Cheerful faces full of hope

Colorful clothes, bags, umbrellas

A worried look, anxious to get home

A cloaked figure

With malicious gaze

At the passersby

Crawls into darkness

A ringing sound…

No movement, no answers…

Answer machine mourns

Over the sad message

A shaken figure,

With torn clothes

Holding the last drops of money

In her clumsy hands

Falls into a drunk pit

Calls out for her son

Knocks on the door…

No movement, no answers…

A piece of paper

Words shrouded in sorrow

Waiting to be read…

Cloaked figure reaching into his pockets

For the little pink and blue boxes

Tears the ribbon…

“Oh … a silver ring”

“Oh… a teddy bear”

The bear soon finds itself

Lying on a pile of trash

The ring glowing in a shop window

The worried face reaching the doorstep

Afraid to knock

To enter

To call his mother…

A note awaits him

To take him deeper into

Whirlpool of disillusionment

The shaken figure has managed to get up

Fumbles in the darkness of water

For her dropped coins

The cloaked figure is at home now

Stretching its evil feet on the sofa

In his cozy house there is fire

Dancing flames of warmth

Ensuring him of his happiness

The worried face is now drenched

Not with the rain but watery lavas

Of his volcanic eyes

The shaken figure is on her way

To her home

Where her son may be waiting

For bread and butter

Their royal food!

The worried face hears

Knocks on the door

Rushes to see his mom

“How should I tell her?”

The shaken figure comes home

Only to see her son with

A mourning look

No need to ask

No need to say

Sorrow has devoured

The only possession left to cherish

Family…

Poem.31 How How How...

How How How…

How beautiful the rain is

For no one can see

Me tears…

How comforting the snow is

For no one can find

Traces of my feet

When it melts away…

How curious the sea is

For it roars and then

Resides to silence…

How free the sun is

For no one can claim

To own its rays…

How delicate the moon is

For it hides behind the clouds

Lest some shadow steals

Its silver beams…

How magical the night is

For you whisper your fears and worries

And it listens, calms you down

With dreamy lullabies…

How secretive the life is

For you cannot know its secrets

Unless you unfold yours…

Poem.30 Nothing, Nowhere, Never…

Nothing, Nowhere, Never…

Weary and bored

Wandering along a path

Which leads to nowhere,

I come across nobodies

Who, having nothing to say

Say the nothing loudly and pass

I come across no ones

Who can see nothing

And see it beautifully

I come across nobodies

Who hearing nothing

Hear it clearly

Sharp ears they have!

I have seen the non-entities

Who prove their non-being

By their nonverbal intellectual remarks

On the never-ending subject of Nothing

Nothing matters here in this

Neverhood of nonexistence.

Nobodies are everywhere to be seen

Everywhere to be heard

Never but in nothingness to be

Is to be nothing but being nothing…

Poem.29 The Fallen Trial

The Fallen Trial

Chained angel is brought forward

To face his dark charges

Jury of angels in the Divine court

Has forbidden him to have an advocate

He is satisfied for he feels he can defend himself

What a pity!

Order! Order!

Here the Judge Cometh!

Rise! What’s that look on the Fallen’s face?

Is it mockery or grief?

Is it regret or joy?

But who cares?!

Let’s go to business!

-You are the Fallen. Is that not so?

- I am the Fallen but I was made to fall

- You are the Traitor. Is that not so?

- I am the Traitor. But I was created to betray

- You are the Disobedient Angel. Is that not so?

- I am. But I disobeyed what I considered as evil

Till soil was raised, fire belittled

- You are condemned for Eternity to stay in Hell

Objection Sir!

Overruled!

Objection Sir!

Overruled!

Objection Sir!

Overruled!

Is it much to ask for few last words?

(….pause…)

You can proceed!

Behold what thou have created out of dust!

What calamities it has brought upon itself

And the other creations. Thou Almighty

He has polluted the air, cut the trees, burnt forests,

Massacred the animals, hunted the birds

Showed no grief when murdering his own kind

Millions and millions are killed, wounded, maimed

Is he innocent? Did I make him like that?

Did I deceive him to set fire on Indian Tents?

Did I lure him to build bombs?

Did I make him like that?

I am evil

I am condemned for I made a choice

Not to kneel in obedience to dust

But what will come out of man?

The Court adjourns…

Poem.28 The Haunted Token of Love

The Haunted Token of Love

A little delicate miracle

Moving, giggling, laughing

Its little fingers

Rise in the air

To catch the unknown

To feel the intangible

Its little curious eyes roll

And glow sometimes

As if he had seen

The invisible

Pretty little smiles

Appear on his face

As if an angel

Has descended to cuddle

Its soft body

In its divine embrace

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O my little angel

How cute you look!

How pretty, how innocent

Those looks are!

You cannot see me

So what’s that which makes you

Smile? Stretch your little arms?

Giggle as if you have seen

A wonder?

How I long for your warm breath

How I miss your sweet voice

Yet all that I can have

Is these cherished moments

Of sorrow and joy

Bestowed on my by the

Almighty

To imagine I can hear the sweet

Melodies of your voice

To imagine I can feel the soft petals

Of your face

And wet them with my dewy tears

To imagine I can sing lullabies

For you to take you into dreams

Where you can know

That there is someone here

Who sees, who cares, who loves…

Farshid Rezaee

Poem.27 Nagi Tanka

Nagi Tanka

( The following is a tribute to all Native Americans. Please check the footnotes for unfamiliar words which are taken from language of Lakota)

A lonely man riding a tashunke

Toward the anapo

Where the yellow-gowned prince

Rises majestically

With an army of golden spears

Aimed at desert’s sandy heart

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The ozuye ohitika cries out:

He-ay-hee-ee

He-ay-hee-ee

And dances the can wakan

Esnella

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Little naughty miracles

Come out of tepees

Cinks-cunks

To welcome me,

Eyes twinkling

With hope, with fear…

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Le mita sunkaku, le mita cola, le mita tahunsa

Oo-oohey

Happo happo

And we rush with our mila hansaka

To hunt the tatanka

Under blue sky

Where cetan flies

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Ocheti of us

Men with pahaska

Adorned with wanbli’s niyaha

Ride like wakina on burning sands

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It’s noon

And the lunchtime

Our tepees are filled with le mita colapi

Dancing flames

Siyotanka’s melody

Joy and laughter

All is skuyela

Can this last ohinyan?

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Owanka wakan is shaking

Nituwe he?

Traces of worry

On my tunkasila and unci’s faces

The wasichu

Mahpuya shrouds

The sky

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-Hohahe

-Miyelo ca kola!

-Should I believe that?

-My friends will be here anytime

To be your guests!

Mind is drowned in doubt’s lagoon

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Yellow prince is wounded

His bleeding chest

Disappears into horizon

Haho! Haho!

The white are coming

A black wickmunke

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O wakan tanka

I ask for peace

I beg for love

Is that much to have?

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Tepees are glowing?

Or greedy flames

Have found their victims?

This is wicoti mitawa

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Wahi, wahi

He-ay hee-ee

He-ay-hee-ee

Nagi tanka

Raise my spirit…

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O cherished land

Oh burnt tepees

Smokes, ashes, cries

Blind the eyes, deafen ears

Hecheto aloe…

Footnotes

1. Nagi Tanka: Great Spirit

2. Tashunke : Horse

3. Anapo: The Dawn

4. Ozuye: Warrior

5. Ohitika: Brave

6. He-ay-hee-ee: A call to the Great Spirit

7. Can Wakan: Sun dance

8. Esnella: A loner

9. Tepees: Native American Tents

10. Cinks: My son

11. Cunks: My daughter

12. Le mita sunkaku: My younger brother

13. Le mita cola: My friend

14. Le mita tahunsa: My cousin

15. Oo-oohey: It is time

16. Happo: Let’s go

17. Mila hansaka: Long knives

18. Tatanka: Buffalo bull

19. Cetan: Hawk

20. Ocheti: Seven

21. Pahaska: Long hair

22. Wanbli: Eagle

23. Niyaha: Feather

24. Wakina: Thunder

25. Le mita colapi: My friends

26. Siyotanka: A kind of flute made of cedar wood

27. Skuyela: sweet

28. Ohinyan: forever

29. Owanka wakan: Sacred Altar

30. Nituwe he? : Who are you?

31. Tunkasila: Grandfather

32. Unci: Grandmother

33. Wasichu: White man

34. Mahpuya: Cloud

35. Hohahe: Welcome

36. Miyelo ca kola: I am friend

37. Haho: Look at this

38. Wickmunke: Trap

39. Wakan tanka: God

40. Wicoti mitawa: My village

41. Wahi: I am coming

42. Hecheto aloe: It is finished

Poem.26 Borders

B---o---r---d---e---r---s

Lines, lines everywhere

Breaking bonds

Of humanity

Of love

Of friendship

Lines drawn in black

Lines drawn in hate

Signals of

National pride

Or selfish possessions?

Lines drawn in blood

Lines for men to die for

Lines seeing lovers part

Lines watching a mother’s

Desperate look

At the son who might not

Return…

Drawing lines will not help

To ease the pain

To feed the poor

To sow the love

To reap smiles

When can we have

Time with no lines

Time with no mine

Time with no yours

Time with just ours….?

Poem.25 The Snowman

The Snowman

There

I can see

An icy figure

Short and plump

Is standing, brooding

Alone, proud and pleased

His coaly eyes wink at me

His carrot nose stiff in the air

His cold cruel gaze upon me

Threatening me with harsh

Freezing breezes of his

Lungs, his hands

Cannot be seen

May be in his

Hidden pockets,

Devising some evil

Malicious scheme to grab

My fragile soul, vulnerable as

A delicate rose in tornado’s embrace

I cannot see its feet, perhaps hidden in the

Earth, digging a trap or a hole to bury my flesh

Now bereft of breath, or pounding the snow beneath

Reminding me of the fleeting moments which pass by

To bring that dreadful scene, hailing me with the icy

Arrows, wound me with frozen spears, crucify me

On the snowy cross, and I, deafened by creepy

Howling of wolfish fluffy flakes, burning

With the faintest flames of desire for life,

Take the dying torch and rush to see

The last drops of the melting snowman

Poem.24 Velvet Empire of Love

Velvet Empire of Love

Sun is on its deathbed

Bleeding, melting

Black velvet Empire

Stretching kingdom of darkness

On the azure bosom

Moonbathing shadows

Lie in every corner

Waiting for passersby

Hurrying home

Desperate for few cherished

Crystal moments

With loved ones

Fluffy little pillows

Come down

Swinging on the wind’s cradle

To rest on shoulders

Of weary men

By the fire

Rainbow of glowing lights

Adorn the wooden arms

Of evergreen trees

Dancing flames of warmth,

Neatly tied boxes

Waiting for the moment

To unfold their kind secrets

Hidden in their heart

To charm every innocent face

With the miracle of smile

Silver moonbeams descend,

Graceful dancing damsels

In the dark hall

Tapping feet tuned to

Sad melodies of lullabies

Sung to take little angels

To the cuddly embrace

Of dreams…

Farshid Rezaee