I have officially been married for 18 days now, it's so interesting when you are happy you forget about blogging and writing poems and quoting songs!
I feel so lucky to have married someone I love...

When two become one :)

همیشه خدایا محبت دلها به دلها بماند بسان دل ما

Birthday time again, its amazing how the years pass. It seems like they pass faster as you grow older.
I am happy, very happy...

I wanna know the same thing everyone wants to know:
How's it going to end?!?!?
-Tom Waits

Love me, love me, love me, love me, say you do
Let me fly away with you
For my love is like the wind, and wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
You touch me, I hear the sound of mandolins
You kiss me
With your kiss my life begins
You're spring to me, all things to me
Don't you know you're life, itself!
Like the leaf clings to the tree, Oh, my darling, cling to me
For we're like creatures of the wind, and wild is the wind ...

Wild is the wind

In the deepest ocean
The bottom of the sea
Your eyes
They turn me
Why should I stay here?
Why should I stay?

I'd be crazy not to follow
Follow where you lead
Your eyes
They turn me

Turn me on to phantoms
I follow to the edge of the earth
And fall off
Everybody leaves
If they get the chance
And this is my chance

I get eaten by the worms
Weird fishes
Get picked over by the worms
Weird fishes
Weird fishes
Weird fishes

I'll hit the bottom
Hit the bottom and escape
Escape

I'll hit the bottom
Hit the bottom and escape
Escape

Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnaval balloon
Like a carousell that's turning
Running rings around the moon

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that I said
Lovers walking allong the shore,
Leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand

Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circle that you find
In the windmills of your mind...

New York again...

...كاشكي نره

The flower said, "I wish I was a tree,"
The tree said, "I wish I could be
A different kind of tree,
The cat wished that it was a bee,
The turtle wished that it could fly
Really high into the sky,
Over rooftops and then dive
Deep into the sea.

And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.
And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.

And the flower
Would be its offering
Of love to the desert.
And the desert,
So dry and lonely,
That the creatures all
Appreciate the effort.

And the rattlesnake said,
"I wish I had hands so
I could hug you like a man."
And then the cactus said,
"Don't you understand,
My skin is covered with sharp spikes
That'll stab you like a thousand knives.
A hug would be nice,
But hug my flower with your eyes."

The flower said, "I wish I was a tree,"
The tree said, "I wish I could be
A different kind of tree,
The cat wished that it was a bee,
The turtle wished that it could fly
Really high into the sky,
Over rooftops and then dive
Deep into the sea.

And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.
And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.

And the flower
Would be its offering
Of love to the desert.
And the desert,
So dry and lonely,
That the creatures all
Appreciate the effort.

-Tree hugger (from Juno)

I am soooooooooooooooo over it...

Some years back I had a
happy ending in my grasp
But I let it slip away...

- From 2046

What is the heart life of a color TV???

چرخ يك گاري در حسرت واماندن اسب
اسب در حسرت خوابيدن گاريچي
مرد گاريچي در حسرت مرگ

Lay your head where my heart used to be
Hold the earth above me
Lay down on the green grass
Remember when you loved me

Come closer don't be shy
Stand beneath the rainy sky
The moon is over the rise
Think of me as a train goes by

Clear the thistles and brambles
Whistle 'Didn't He Ramble'
Now there's a bubble of me
And it's floating in thee

Stand in the shade of me
Things are now made of me
The weather vane will say...
It smells like rain today

God took the stars and he tossed 'em
Can't tell the birds from the blossoms
You'll never be free of me
He'll make a tree from me

Don't say good bye to me
Describe the sky to me
And if the sky falls, mark my words
We'll catch mocking birds

Lay your head where my heart used to be
Hold the earth above me
Lay down on the green grass
Remember when you loved me

I am a dark, twisted , hollow cloud today...

This guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, 'Doc, my brother's crazy, he thinks he's a chicken.' And the doctor says, 'Well why don't you turn him in?' and the guy says, 'I would, but I need the eggs.' Well, I guess that's pretty much now how I feel about relationships. They're totally irrational and crazy and absurd, but I guess we keep going through it because most of us need the eggs.

-Woody Allen ( Annie Hall)

بايد اِستاد و فرود آمد بر آستان ِ دری که کوبه ندارد
چرا که اگر به‌ گاه آمده ‌باشي دربان به انتظار ِ توست و


اگر بي‌گاه
به درکوفتن‌ات پاسخي نمي‌آيد

کوتاه است در،پس آن به که فروتن باشي
آيينه ‌يي نيک ‌پرداخته تواني بود
آن‌جا
تا آراسته‌گي را
پيش از درآمدن
در خود نظری کني
هرچند که غلغله‌ی آن سوی در زاده‌ی توهم ِ توست نه انبوهي‌ ِمهمانان
که آن‌جا


تو را


کسي به انتظار نيست
که آن‌جا


جنبش شايد


اما جُمَنده‌يي در کار نيست
نه ارواح و نه اشباح و نه قديسان ِ کافورينه به کف نه عفريتان ِ آتشين‌گاوسر به مشت

نه شيطان ِ بُهتان‌خورده با کلاه بوقي‌ منگوله‌دارش

نه ملغمه‌ی بي‌قانون ِ مطلق‌های مُتنافي. ــ
تنها تو
آن‌جا موجوديت ِ مطلقي
موجوديت ِ محض

چرا که در غياب ِ خود ادامه مي‌يابي و غياب‌ات حضور ِ قاطع ِ اعجاز است

گذارت از آستانه‌ی ناگزيرفروچکيدن قطره‌ قطراني‌ست در نامتناهي‌ ظلمات

ــ دريغا


ای‌کاش ای‌کاش
قضاوتي قضاوتي قضاوتي
درکار درکار درکارمي‌بود

ــشايد اگرت توان ِ شنفتن بود پژواک ِ آواز ِ فروچکيدن ِ خود را در تالار ِ خاموش ِ کهکشان‌های ِبي‌خورشيدــ
چون هُرَّست ِ آوار ِ دريغ


مي‌شنيدی
ــ کاش‌کي کاش‌کي


داوری داوری داوری
درکار درکار درکار درکار

اما داوری آن سوی در نشسته است

بي‌ردای شوم ِ قاضيان. ذات‌اش درايت و انصاف هياءت‌اش زمان

ــو خاطره‌ات تا جاودان ِ جاويدان در گذرگاه ِ ادوار داوری خواهد شد

بدرود!بدرود چنين گويد بامداد ِ شاعر

رقصان مي‌گذرم از آستانه‌ی اجبارشادمانه و شاکر
از بيرون به درون آمدم
از منظر
به نظّاره به ناظر
نه به هياءت ِ گياهي نه به هياءت ِ پروانه‌يي نه به هياءت ِ سنگي نه به هياءت ِبرکه‌يي، ــ
من به هياءت ِ «ما» زاده شدم


به هياءت ِ پُرشکوه ِ انسان
تا در بهار ِ گياه به تماشای رنگين‌کمان ِ پروانه بنشينم غرور ِ کوه را دريابم و هيبت ِ دريا را بشنوم تا شريطه‌ی خود را بشناسم و جهان را به قدر ِ همت و فرصت ِخويش معنا دهم
که کارستاني ازاين‌دست
از توان ِ درخت و پرنده و صخره و آبشار
بيرون است

انسان زاده شدن تجسّد ِ وظيفه بود

توان ِ دوست‌داشتن و دوست‌داشته‌شدن

توان ِ شنفت

نتوان ِ ديدن و گفتن

توان ِ اندُه‌گين و شادمان‌شدن

توان ِ خنديدن به وسعت ِ دل، توان ِ گريستن از سُويدای جان

توان ِ گردن به غرور برافراشتن در ارتفاع ِ شُکوه‌ناک ِ فروتني

توان ِ جليل ِ به دوش بردن ِ بار ِ امانت و توان ِ غم‌ناک ِ تحمل ِ تنهايي

تنهاي يتنهايي تنهايي عريان
انسان دشواری وظيفه است

دستان ِ بسته‌ام آزاد نبود تا هر چشم‌انداز را به جان دربرکشم هر نغمه و هر چشمه و هر پرنده هر بَدر ِ کامل و هر پَگاه ِ ديگرهر قلّه و هر درخت و هر انسان ِ ديگر را

رخصت ِ زيستن را دست‌بسته دهان‌بسته گذشتم دست و دهان بسته گذشتيم
و منظر ِ جهان را
تنها از رخنه‌ی تنگ‌چشمي‌ حصار ِ شرارت ديديم و
اکنون آنک دَر ِ کوتاه ِ بي‌کوبه در برابر وآنک اشارت ِ دربان ِ منتظر! ــ
دالان ِ تنگي را که درنوشته‌ام
به وداع
فراپُشت مي‌نگرم

فرصت کوتاه بود و سفر جان‌کاه بود

اما يگانه بود و هيچ کم نداشت

به جان منت پذيرم و حق گزارم

چنين گفت بامداد ِ خسته

در شب کوچک من، افسوس
باد با برگ درختان ميعادي دارد
در شب کوچک من دلهرة ويرانيست
گوش کن
وزش ظلمت را مي شنوي؟
من غريبانه به اين خوشبختي مي نگرم
من به نوميدي خود معتادم
گوش کن
وزش ظلمت را مي شنوي؟
در شب اکنون چيزي مي گذرد
ماه سرخست و مشوش
و بر اين بام که هر لحظه در او بيم فرو ريختن است
ابرها، همچون انبوه عزاداران
لحظة باريدن را گوئي منتظرند
لحظه اي
و پس از آن، هيچ
پشت اين پنجره شب دارد مي لرزد
و زمين دارد
باز مي ماند از چرخش
پشت اين پنجره يک نامعلوم
نگران من و تست
اي سراپايت سبز
دستهايت را چون خاطره اي سوزان، در دستان عاشق من

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