Every one is looking for an answer.
Go through the blogs, you will find them entertaining, educative and informative
above all you will find
That there is always a voice trying to break free.
Some one trying to build a new life.
Struggling to be heard.
Some try to solve this jigsaw puzzle called life.
Through their experiences, expressions and longing.
Back from the land of dragons.
Temples, modern mega buildings, beautiful girls and rich cultural heritage.
China.
Amazing. Fascinating. Complete.
More later.
When nothing is a feeling close to heart.
When not having is freedom.
When nowhere is every where.
Life is joyous when you are a nobody.
To breathe.
To think.
To feel.
To miss.
When time moves slowly. Rarely.
Just another day.
Minutes turns to hours.
Visit from an old friend.
Window shopping. Laughter. Cold coffee.
Aimlessly driving through familiar roads.
Friendship, treasures of the heart.
Where do you go to my lovely?
When you are alone in your bed?
What are the thoughts that surround you ?
I want to look inside your head, yes I do…..
Well known words of a song?
So what do we think about when we are alone?
Do we think how others have been to us
Or how our day could have turned out to be better?
Or do we think what we can do or be in this limited time that we have on this earth?
Do we check the weather condition of our hearts- stormy, calm, raging, placid, heated
Or simply cool?
How would you like it and what do you do about it?
Read this amazing Persian poetry and wanted to share with all…
Persian Poetry in English
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Forough Farrokhzad (Revolt of God, 1957)
If I were God,
at last, one night,
I would revolt, revolt–
against the wide world!
In my revolt,
I would summon the angels, set them in charge–
of drowning the sun- in the furnace of night.
And then,
I would order my slaves on Earth–
to cut off the dried leaf of moon–
from the tree of darkness–
to start, start!
-.-.-.-
In my wrath,
with grinding teeth, of the years of silence,
I would crush all the mountains–
in my clenched fists.
And then,
I would refill, I would seal–
the greedy mouth of the seas–
with the dust and dirt of the peaks.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
In my anguish,
I would unleash the lonely, desolate stars,
chained together, forsaken, far apart,
to drop their feverish heart–
on the forests on Earth.
I would commission them to inject–
the boiling blood of fire in the cold veins–
of the trees!
And then,
I would sit back to watch–
the golden maiden of fire, fervently, freely dance–
in he wide-open space of the tamed forests of Earth!
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
In my grief,
I would sigh, sigh…
And then, I would assign–
the nightly wafts, to deliver my breath–
to all the rivers on Earth.
Sparing them at last,
from crawling day and night–
on the cold and moist bosom–
of the earthen ground.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
In my annoyance,
I would ask the rivers–
to rise up, like thirsty snakes–
and bite the barren crowd of the clouds.
In my repugnance–
I would order the breeze–
to craft a sailboat made of the scent of rose–
and ride me to all the graveyards.
And then,
I would open all the tombs,
and let all the lost, wretched souls on the loose–
to be again contained, once more restrained,
in the confines of flesh.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
If I were God,
In my indignation,
I would command my angels to sink–
the Holy Grail in Hell, and to expel–
all the keen claimants of holiness–
from my heavens!
If I were God,
in my exhaustion, in my fatigue,
I would vacate the throne for a leave of rest.
And I would prize my deeds, I would please myself–
with a night of passion and sin–
with The Wicked Fallen,
The Fallen!
Translation: Maryam Dilmaghani, June 2012, Halifax
