2007 was a great year...

I travelled all over: NY, DC,Tehran, Shomal, Italy, Spain , SF , Tahoe...

I had fun with lifelong friends

I had fun with new friends

I got over recent mistakes

I found the "Nani" inside me again

I finally belonged only to myself

I've always loved the number 7...

Let's see what randomness 2008 will bring me...

Mia: Don't you hate that?
Vincent: What?
Mia: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
Vincent: I don't know. That's a good question.
Mia: That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.

-Pulp Fiction

I feel sad.

I miss the days when we would go to "shomal" , all of us.

I worry.

I miss the days when I didn't know what worry was.

I worry that pretty soon I will be too numb to miss...

P.S- I just remembered, happy fucking 4th year...

I saw "I'm not there" a couple days ago... still thinking about it...

People seldom do what they believe in. They do what is convenient, then repent.

-Bob Dylan

به تو دست مي‌سايم و جهان را در مي‌يابم

به تو مي‌انديشم و زمان را لمس مي‌کنم

معلق و بي‌انتها

عُريان

مي‌وزم، مي‌بارم، مي‌تابم

آسمان‌ام

ستاره‌گان و زمين

و گندم ِ عطرآگيني که دانه مي‌بندد

رقصان

در جان ِ سبز ِ خويش

از تو عبور مي‌کنم

چنان که تُندری از شب

مي‌درخشم

و فرومي‌ريزم

When you are 13 life is "same shit different day"

When you are 27 life is "same shit different year"

Pretty soon it will be "same shit different decade!"

I have burned my tomorrow
And I stand inside today
At the edge of the future
And my dreams all fade away

And burn my shadow away

Fate’s my destroyer
I was ambushed by the light
And you judged me once for falling
This wounded heart arrives

And burn my shadow away

When I see the light
True love forever

Burn my shadow
Oh burn my shadow away

And burn my shadow away
Oh how I loved you

آیدا در آينه

لبانت

به ظرافت ِ شعر
شهواني‌ترين ِ بوسه‌ها را به شرمي چنان مبدل مي‌کند که جان‌دار ِ غارنشين از آن سود مي‌جويد تا به صورت ِ انسان درآيد
و گونه‌هايت


با دو شيار ِ مورّب
که غرور ِ تو را هدايت مي‌کنند و


سرنوشت ِ مرا
که شب را تحمل کرده‌ام
بي‌آن‌که به انتظار ِ صبح


مسلح بوده باشم
و بکارتي سربلند ر ااز روسبي‌خانه‌هاي ِ دادوستد سربه ‌مُهر بازآورده‌ام

هرگز کسي اين ‌گونه فجيع به کشتن ِ خود برنخاست که من به زند‌گي نشستم

و چشمان‌ات راز ِ آتش است

و عشقت پيروزي‌ِ آدميست هنگامي که به جنگ ِ تقدير مي‌شتابد

و آغوشت اندک جائي براي ِ زيستن اندک جائي براي ِ مردن
و گريز ِ از شهر


که با هزار انگشت


به ‌وقاحت
پاکي‌ ِ آسمان را متهم مي‌کن

کوه با نخستين سنگ‌ها آغاز مي‌شود و انسان با نخستين درد

در من زنداني ِ ستم‌گري بود که به آواز ِ زنجيرش خو نمي‌کرد ــ من با نخستين نگاه ِ تو آغاز شدم

توفان‌ها
در رقص ِ عظيم ِ تو


به ‌شکوه‌مندي

ني‌لبکي مي‌نوازند

و ترانه‌ رگ‌هايت آفتاب ِ هميشه را طالع مي‌کند
بگذار چنان از خواب برآيم که کوچه‌هايِ شهرحضور ِ مرا دريابند

دستانت آشتي است و دوستاني که ياري مي‌دهند
تا دشمني

از ياد

برده شود
پيشاني‌ات آينه‌ئي بلند است تاب‌ناک و بلند، که خواهران ِ هفت‌گانه در آن مي‌نگرند تا به زيبائي‌ ِ خويش دست يابند
دو پرنده‌ي ِ بي‌طاقت در سينه‌ات آواز مي‌خوانند.تابستان از کدامين راه فرا خواهد رسيد تا عطش آب‌ها را گواراتر کند؟

تا در آئينه پديدار آئي عمري دراز در آن نگريستم

من برکه‌ها و درياها را گريستم

اي پري ‌وار ِ در قالب ِ آدمي که پيکرت جز در خُلواره‌ي ِ ناراستي نمي‌سوزد!

ــحضورت بهشتي‌ست که گريز ِ از جهنم را توجيه مي‌کند،دريائي که مرا در خود غرق مي‌کند تا از همه گناهان و دروغ شسته شوم
و سپيده‌دم با دست‌هايت بيدار مي‌شود

This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath

No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again

She always belonged to someone else...

On islands adrift upon waters

I breathe

I am in search of a share in the expansive sky

Void of the swell of thoughts...

-Forough

Butterflies,

I have the butterflies for you...

So far away
Come on I'll take you far away
Let's get away
Come on let's make a get away

Once you have loved someone this much
you doubt it could fade
despite how much you'd like it to
how you'd like it
you'd like it to fade

Let's fade together
Let's fade forever
Let's fade together
Let's fade forever
Let's fade together

If we get away
You know we might just stay away
So stay awake
Oh, why the hell should I stay awake?
When you're far away
Oh you are so far away

Let's fade together
Let's fade forever
Let's fade together
Let's fade forever
Let's fade together
Let's fade forever
Let's fade together

To be, or not to be,

— that is the question: —
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? — To die, to sleep, —
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, — 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; —
To sleep, perchance to dream: — ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death, —
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, — puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know naught of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;
And enterprises of great pith and moment,
With this regard, their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action...

I am in a very "hail to the thief"-ish kind a mood these days...

Just cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there

Just cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there

Feel it

Why so green

And lonely

Heaven sent you

To me

We are accidents waiting

Waiting to happen

We are accidents waiting

Waiting to happen

27 ...

The child is grown, the dream is gone...

-Barcelona, Spain 3:30 pm

Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Like it always does, always does

آي آدمها كه در ساحل نشسته شاد و خندانيد

يك نفر در آب دارد مي سپارد جان

يك نفر دارد كه دست و پاي دايم مي زند روي اين درياي تيره و تند و سنگين٠٠٠

Nothing worth knowing can be understood with the mind.
Woody Allen in Manhattan

I'll take the dream I had last night
And put it in my freezer,
So someday long and far away
When I'm an old grey geezer,
I'll take it out and thaw it out,
This lovely dream I've frozen,
And boil it up and sit me down
And dip my old cold toes in