Trust

Gate, I shall close

Glory, I shall bring

Enemy, I shall destroy

Wall, I shall erect

That is a promise to make you great

In vacuum, in isolation, in emptiness

I am the prophet at the gate of 21^st century

From the depth of despair and anger

I shall bring buckets of stars

From far away galaxies

For your Christmas Trees

And ray of light from a young sun

To your living rooms

I shall feed every hungry child

And bring a pony to ride

I shall chase away all monsters

From under your beds

I shall ask my daughter

To make the prettiest dress

 for every little girl, for a fair price

Trust me. I am one of you

My children also go to bed on empty belly

Trust me

Bleak Times

In a foggy morning of this summer heat

And stagnated people of one kind

Along a narrow street, extended north-south, is

a full picture of the country

And the days ahead of us

A populist and demagogue president

Whose fingers on tweet is looser

Than the legs of a prostitute

Leads the country to its obliteration

In the eyes of stagnated supporters

Greatness is on horizon, not knowing

What you see is the brightness of

An explosion, bringing destruction

Mistaken with glory of God, blessed upon a confused nation

Esfahan

O’ My hometown, City of my childhood and memories

What happened to you?

Now, you are their City and no one’s hometown

City of prostitute and narcotics

City of divorce, liquor and fanatics

O’ City of my memories

City of ancient souls and history

O’ my lost city! Where is your prophet?

Your Zayanderud is dried out

Your farmers are scattered

Your original dwellers are dead

Your air is polluted

Your water is polluted

Your food is tasteless

Your streets are jammed and

 Your alleys disappeared for ever

On the corners of your streets, standing

Panhandlers, child labors and prostitutes

Your bookstores are empty like your river

Your water wells are empty like your bookstores

Your people are empty as your bookstores

O’ my city, Esfahan!

What happened to you?

Every time they brought down your walls

I disappeared in your memories

Dragon

Dragon of the clouds

Takes the command of the sky to

Break the silence of the night

As the windows of eyes

Shutting down on the world

A beam of red light

From the corner of the room

Reminds the tired conscience

Of the true black color of the day

And the bleeding evening

In twilight of conscious and ignorance

A man is born to raise the nation

To a blessed hell

Not by force, but choice

This is the resolution of the year

Democracy

How can be Social Justice?

when few control many,

when masses are ignorant

To choose a man of no substance

man of no integrity as the weakest link

How can it be a democracy?

When strength of chain is the weakest link!

We chose, let us accept that

With ignorance

We are people of no substance

We are people of no understanding

Full of rage

Submersed in anger for our previous choices

Yet blaming others

We walk from one hole to another

Filled with dirt, filled with body wastes

Not knowing we are empty men, full of anger

Not recognizing we were the cause, we are the cause

When leaders are as empty as we

Self-centered, sold out to external lobby

Yet asking for social justice

We do not know democracy has been dead

In the field of our emptiness

Prediction

The day you died in my arms

From the lashes of night on day

I lost my confidence in Gods

The rise of sun did not

Bring me resolution as  

You faded away at dawn

Walking on dead leaves in breezy cold evening of fall

To listen to cry of trees and chirping birds

Never comforted me

The cracking bones in heart and soul

on border line of existence and nothingness

Absence of heart beat from moments when eyes are closed

in twilight of faith and blasphemy  goes a long way

Stop! Sky is falling, land is rising

This is the end you predicted before you and I were born

Shadow

Shadow of your presence

Dominated the truth

Beyond the clouds of doubts

Sun, was an idea

In the midst of chaos and despair

When life of a child

became cheaper than a cupcake.

The truth of you

Was lost when night

Imploded on earth

And you disappeared

In the mouth of the beast

My migration to inner world

To the ridge of sainthood and lunacy

To thin line of mirage and reality

Followed, blindfolded.

In a solitary cell

In refuge of inner me

Surviving soul cried load

To my companion silence

Calling on you to resurrect

From darkness to machinery of dominance

The scorpion of falsehood

Resonated with you

Explosion of dreams

In the womb of nightmare

Shone a beam of hope

On the end of a journey

On the annihilation, on nothingness.

Here, I am, again and again

In the womb of hope

To see your presence