snow inside

Nature still plays cold and I feel the cold inside. There is snow on the street outside and a frozen heart next to the fire place inside. My dear lady lives far away from me and I can't even feel her presence next to my heart. She is gone to the mountains covered with snow and left me here in the middle of a city at the bottom of the same mountain. It is like a wall in between us that separates us to feel the solitude now and then. She is in me and I'm lost in love! She is gone and I'm feeling lonely deep inside. It is cold outside and inside!

if proved reliable

From desperate loneliness to fall in love is a refuge from nothing to many things.
We might live a short life together but can learn many things out of what people call it love.
All gaps and needs might be filled if proved reliable companions to make one another’s dreams come true.

My Pretty Rose

My Pretty Rose Tree
by William Blake

A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said "I've a pretty rose tree,"
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.

Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.

to fly

It’s time to start to change.
By the seashore over the cliffs of life, I open both arms to fly
It’s less than a moment to metamorphosis.
I’m not the way that I used to be.
But life says I should carry on.
Will happen whatever that should.
Heart still beats impatience.
and can’t help flying until tomorrow,
forever, to the invisible.
Maybe, I start again.

Forever and ever!

It’s possible to fly,
Forever and ever!
There is no need for the wings.
Love can help us survive.
Man can refuge to the clouds.
Wings might be broken,
But strong hearts keep us together.
Forever and ever!

last single spring

Seems that days are numbered and can’t keep my mind clean!
Some stuffs taken deep into my head and keep me busy every single minute of day and night!
I See the illusion of the future far ahead and have a desire burning me inside!
Days are numbered and may be it is the last spring that I breathe single in my life!

strangers you and I

I asked with eyes more than the lips
For a hearty love and care for a while,
And she turned and looked at the road afar,
With out a heartfelt care for the poor of God.
Stranger, you and I.
Summer was in the air;
Stranger, I wish I loved for a while more!
She chose to leave rather than to love!
Stranger, she and I!

friends leave

Life plays strange! It trades this with that; I’ve been waiting a year to return to Tehran _the city I like the best in Iran_ but as I get closer to my date of departure I hear some news about some friends’ leaving the city to some other places. One leaves the country, the other moves to a far-away city in the north-west of this very country and so on. May be it is common in the eyes of destiny. So let’s play life the way it is!

been living lonely enough

Life is composed of stages which differ for each person. Once we go for knowledge, once for power and the other time for love.To me it has reached a place where I need to make a husband, to raise a little family along with a lady to make my better half! I’m tired of loneliness for have been living lonely enough to turn to a couple one!

love is just to give

Is it important how expensive we wear?! Is it really of any importance how luxurious we drive?! How could a man live in wealth and his fellows cry for a day of simple smile!
How can a woman pay many many wads of bucks for a beautiful ring and get a poor girl past on the street, while the little girl looks at her but the lady is blind to see the drops of tears on her eyes!
Why can’t we act on messages of love and share our happiness with those who may need it more?!
Love or wealth?
Let me tell you an old short story:
Once, a lady traded a poor lover for a wealthy one. She thought it might have been the right thing to choose (and may be it was). The lady went for wealth and the man for loneliness. The poor man lived and grieved days and nights. Time passed as fast as it used to. Some years after, their last kiss was still a sweet humming of fall’s tale in the ears of the lonely man. He was still in love and had a lost-square of the puzzle in his mind to find the reason behind his question: why human trades love for money?!
God was his only companion through those nights of tears and never ending expectations of a special call from the beloved but she had thoroughly forgotten all that was in between them. Love was for the first time and that first time was over. Life went on. He got a better job. He made good friends. He became a promising man of his talents and the poverty was said to be over. Now he had learnt many things, say caring for the poor, caring for the friends, caring for those who wish to share his happiness.
God was still with the man. He was with all those who had a broken heart! God helped him survive. The man promised to care and not to forget the true love who asks for nothing but love. He had learnt though those hard times that love was not just to receive but to give!

road to humanity forks

Mankind writes the finis against his beliefs and love when he uses force in dealing with others. Even a forced kindness is bad.
Human is an incredible and unbelievable thing when tries to hide behind masks of deception and fraud.
Future promises an epitaph of victory for love and there the road to humanity forks, then every single soul would go his own way far from others. Why war? Why not peace and freedom? Why all dark sides of the history? What a world could it be if we could learn how to love and to be loved in return! Only love lasts for ever.

Death Be Not Proud

Death Be Not Proud
By John Donne


Death be not proud, though some have called
thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost
overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must
flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and
desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

I happened to read this poem which reminded me of a dear professor _ Ms Shamsavary_who helped me find the true path toward love and eternity.
Who do you remember when you read it?

life in death and death in life

Is it important how we believe in God?
Images of God float before me and among all the isms and religions recorded on earth I’ve converted to a combination of all!
I have many friends in many religions, say Judaism, Christianity, Islam, Buddhism, and have seen as many among atheism and spiritualism. Once I was on a journey to Malaysia where I happened to visit a temple of Buddhists and also a cave dedicated to Hindus in the suburb of KL.
It was so much of great surprise to me to see the way they prayed to God! Free from this and that! Just speak with your heart’s language. It was of so beauty that I doubted in my previous beliefs. After a while I went through a kind of metamorphosis and became kind of a combination of all of them.
One might call it life in death and death in life. And I was thoroughly changed. I still believe in God but look at him from a different point of view that I used to in the past.
It’s not important how we believe in Him when we find the path a true one to him.
Kindness, peace, charity, humility and all those good wishes for humanity are the elements of a true religion.

WOW!

Having been moved by the way that friends happen to behave in their relations with me, I happen to ponder about the real place I might have in their eyes!
My ex-girlfriend still picks some of my brain on her relation with her new lover and in all of her words reminds me that she still loves the new fellow very much indeed! WOW! One other buddy calls me in days of need and when gets his job done, sets the mobile off and cares no fuck for the call I make on his mobile! Another gal falls in love and asks for closer relations but when I reply negative, she puts it down to my being a gay!
You know, there have been many reasons behind all those reactions and the big cause of them is me.
If my friends get fed up with me and if they come back to remind me of their love with better lovers, if they care not a penny for my times of need, for sure that must be a sign of my own faults.
Now that I have counted all those faults of mine, I would try to deal my friends wiser! What do you say about this?!

unconscious

To write about tomorrow, to write about dreams, to know that they are just wishes, to know that it’s not true. I just want to keep writing for the mere sake of writing.
There should be no purpose behind dreams of youth. They just pass as they happen to pop up! Reality shows no care to dreams. Reality makes its way as it has been destiny. How cruel the beauty of a lady is! How poor the desire of a man might be!

earn

"Hearts are not had as a gift, but hearts are earned" R. Frost.

love me

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

A Man's RequirementsPoem lyrics of A Man's Requirements by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

I
Love me Sweet, with all thou art,
Feeling, thinking, seeing;
Love me in the lightest part,
Love me in full being.

II
Love me with thine open youth
In its frank surrender;
With the vowing of thy mouth,
With its silence tender.

III
Love me with thine azure eyes,
Made for earnest grantings;
Taking colour from the skies,
Can Heaven's truth be wanting?

IV
Love me with their lids,
that fallSnow-like at first meeting;
Love me with thine heart, that all
Neighbours then see beating.

V
Love me with thine hand stretched out
Freely -- open-minded:
Love me with thy loitering foot,
--Hearing one behind it.

VI
Love me with thy voice, that turns
Sudden faint above me;
Love me with thy blush that burns
When I murmur 'Love me!'

VII
Love me with thy thinking soul,
Break it to love-sighing;
Love me with thy thoughts that roll
On through living -- dying.

VIII
Love me in thy gorgeous airs,
When the world has crowned thee;
Love me, kneeling at thy prayers,
With the angels round thee.

IX
Love me pure, as muses do,
Up the woodlands shady:
Love me gaily, fast and true,
As a winsome lady.

X
Through all hopes that keep us brave,
Farther off or nigher,
Love me for the house and grave,
And for something higher.

XI
Thus, if thou wilt prove me, Dear,
Woman's love no fable,
I will love thee -- half a year --
As a man is able.

METAMORPHPOSIS

METAMORPHPOSIS is what the life, in which all of us share a world of differences, asks for.Every single person might feel some aspects of this change inside, though it shares different things with different people.No can save him/herself from this concept because no body is infallible and even a mere unimportant mistake we do teaches us how not to repeat it the second time we happen to come to it.It seems interesting that even prophets with their claims for righteousness and divinity couldn’t shun this!All of them have always promised some how a different world with better conditions for humanity; this is what we can refer to as a second coming of the Christ, Mohammad’s nation’s savior (Mahdi), Moses’ wandering nation across the world and many other nations who have been wishing for a second-time chance to come forward in their illusions.Human is full of weakness and each time he loses, he wishes for the second time chance.Disillusioned by the concept of hope we all look far into the sky to see whether there falls a super duper man from the havens onto the earth or not.Why nature is so weak that we commit our wrongs by ourselves and wish the second time with a stronger hero?!