Poetry and Literature

Christmas of 2011

2011-12-22T13:08:00.000-08:00

A small framed aperture called window
Two pieces of clouds, a branch of tree
Gray sky, barren, and shadow of a structure
That is my opening to outside from my office
Siren of an emergency car or truck breaks the silence
May be a woman is giving birth
May be an old man is in his passing
May be it is carrying victim of a crime
by a teenager to emergency room
For An IPAD, IPOD or IPHONE on a platform of a bus station
That is the sign of a living town
in this gloomy afternoon of December
Sound of music fills the air from afar
Heavy metal and nerve racking rap
May be someone is dancing, or a ritual
For initiation of a gang member
Who knows, that is life in the gloom of a
Town with concrete trees and plastic grass
May be I do not know that much, but
I cannot ignore the flustered face of hunger when I see
Or the desire for a toy in a child of no means
In this Christmas week of 2011

Lost Nation

2011-11-21T13:12:00.000-08:00

We are confused and a lost nation
Split in many parts
Once it was South and North
Many decades later, South is in North
And North in South
White becomes black and
Black becomes white
We became a nation of tablets, texting and
Portable phones
We use calculators for addition and multiplication
And we are lost without them
We forgot how to add, multiply or subtract
We are good at division

A limerick for someone especial (in chaos of war)

2011-11-07T13:14:00.000-08:00

In the heat of nights, I often sing
Neither for a queen nor for a king
But for my only sweetheart afar
Whom I lost in chaos of unjust war
And became the passion of my being

The Year of Truth (Third Year of Obama)

2011-09-27T10:27:00.000-07:00

A Promised President of Change
Resurrection of King’s dream
On global scale
Warier of cause, the voice of oppressed
The herald of change from America to Middle East
A Noble prize winner
And a lost soul in dust
Oh DC, the mother of all irreverence to dignity
Oh DC, the broken chain of integrity
You corrupted the man with your bosoms
You intoxicated him with your vine
He sold his soul
For a handful of votes
To remain with you
To drink from you
Oh DC, your vine is poisonous
As the chalice, Athens offered Socrates
Now he is a false prophet in the line of many
Defender of oppressors, distorter of truth
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There was another prophecy
Foretold at inception of life
To come a man in skin of Africa
And flesh of Siberia
To carry King’s dreams
To burial land of deception
He will sing your songs
As the Sirens of uncharted sea to sailors
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We brought him gifts
The toil of our sweat and blood
Carried on our back
City to city, town to town
He whispered the sacred words
Justice and dignity to all oppressed
Masses roared as he spoke
A new Messiah, a new prophet
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On third year of his reign
In the castle of white walls and many rooms
And from the podium of UN
He showed his true face
A mockery of Noble Prize
Face of Ku Klux Klan buried in African skin
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We will go our way Mr. President
You carry your deception
You celebrate blood and lies
We will sing the ballad of justice
Peace and equality

Dreamers

2011-09-02T10:51:00.000-07:00

We were the dreamers
With eyes fixed on stars
And feet trapped in Earth
One arm stretched towards oppressed
One arm covered with gun powder
On our plates, was carved sacred words
We tilled the land with blood
Mine and Yours
Sowed the seeds of hatred
And reaped more blood
Mine and yours
We were “Dreamers”
Who did not know
How to cultivate the land

In the Realm of Dream (a limerick for no one special)

2011-08-14T10:06:00.000-07:00

In the heat of nights, often I sing
Neither about a queen, nor a king
But about my Sweetheart afar
Whom I lost in chaos of war
And became the passion of my being

A limerick for an inhabitant of fairy land

2011-08-05T10:13:00.000-07:00

She is a woman of stature and grace
Hidden in aroma of mystery, is her face
Disappeared in realm of magic and time
Over thirty three years ago like a chime
Now she is found in real time and space

Naughty Boy (a limerick for no one special)

2011-07-23T18:12:00.000-07:00

There was a boy called Horse
His hair was long, red and coarse
Whatever he saw said is mine
And with his mother that was fine
Of all mischief, he was the source

New Spring

2011-07-07T10:43:00.000-07:00

From North Africa to Mid-East
Walls are crumbling
The shadow is threatened
Darkness is faded, and
Yet, bread is the mandate of the day

From Washington to Paris
From London to Damascus
One word and many faces
Different as night and day
Spoken by individuals and masses
Yet, subject to interpretation

Planes roam the sky of Libya
Tanks invade alleys and streets
The sanctity of church and mosque
Depends on location
This is the reality, you awakened Masses!
Yet, bread is the mandate of life.

A limerick for no one special (In the Garden of Eden)

2011-05-17T11:25:00.000-07:00

*****

Once upon a time in East

There was a king, half man and half beast

As a beast, he was so eager to kill

As a man, he was involved in drug and deal

But always loved party and feast

*****

A limerick for no one special

2011-04-19T18:51:00.000-07:00

Long legs, soft skin, golden hairs

Blue eyes, symmetric top, all in pairs

Cherry lips, slim nose, sexy voice

Ill tempered, short fuse, every man's choice

God's creature, man's fall, show on chairs

Darkness

2011-03-15T19:35:00.000-07:00

The night is cracked
But day may not come
The aroma in the air
Is despair from the
Shells of artillery or
The mouth of a politician
With NO Soul

The earth is still on path
Aimless as the sailors of
Lost sea, no mandate
The pendulum is swinging
Not attached to hands

The darkness is cracked
The night may survive
Another day, another century
The WORD fell upon Darkness
But remained absorbed
In itself, forgot the light

Thirst

2011-02-08T07:13:00.000-08:00

I loved you, beyond the
Strength of any man
Stars blossomed, formed a bouquet of roses
To cover you, in aroma, sensation
Your arms climbed to sky
To bring purest water to
The thirst of earth
I hung to your skirt like a
Child, frightened, as if the
Rocks of the nearby mountain,
searching for a prey.

HOPE

2010-12-04T21:47:00.000-08:00

It was the time of sadness and sorrow
The sky was dark and saw no tomorrow
My heart was broken, a bowl of blood
My chest a volcano of molten flood
Streets were graveyard of moving dead
No morning, no noon, dusk of eternal red
Then I met Max, a veteran of old age
Who had seen life and death to become sage
He told me the story of a man with one shoe
In ice and snow, running in pursue
A sorry and sad man for bare foot
Desiring to be happy with another boot
Then he met a man with one leg
Chained to earth as a beast to peg
He forgot his sadness in man’s sorrow
And remembered a brighter tomorrow

Saddle the Cloud

2010-09-10T06:06:00.000-07:00

I will saddle the cloud for you
to ride to land of dreams
I will whip the storm to yield
To you for a pleasant ride
I will tell the sky to become glen
With daisies and acacias on your way
To hiding place of my love
Rise like the dawn
Shine as the sun
Touch the time
Make me immortal
I open my hands
The nest of singing birds
To let the bird fly
Run like water
Rain like spring clouds
Gentle and fresh
Turn me green
In the color of your eyes
I will saddle the wind
For you to ride to land of dreams
Between two moments of aspiration

Year of Obama

2010-06-08T11:25:00.000-07:00

Summer is at door, hot, humid, and rainless

Earth is torched, thirsty, brown and famished

Birds of Golf dying in oil, soaked from wing to wing

Helpless, heartbroken of manmade greed disaster

This is the year of Obama

Flotilla is broken; blood is shed on the deck of 6th ship

Children of Gaza are hungry, no pain medicine, and no shelter

World roared in rage for blockade and cruelty

Obama remained cautious, silent, mute, unchanged

This is the year of Obama

Homes are lost, hope is sick, and honey bees are dying

Trees are leafless, sky is empty, and laughter is dead

Families are in distress, no job, no work, and no possibilities

Text books are battle field of faith and science

This is the year of Obama

Drums of war in full swing, disaster on horizon

Devil in clothe of angel, angel in chain

Empty promises, see of no change, bending to lobbies

Gray hair is mine, gray sky is mine, pain is mine

This is the year of Obama

Duality

2010-04-02T08:00:00.000-07:00

A lane splits at my door
One ends to hate and one to adore
Like man, half evil, half good
An angel of heaven or beast of wood
Made of dirt and breeze of spring
Extended beyond yet a simple being
A pearl in shell or Pandora’s box
A lamb of herd and a forest fox

December Day

2009-12-30T11:06:00.000-08:00

Tenderness of a cold breeze
Scatters the brownish earth in my eyes
As a wondering galaxy
In the path of unknowns
* * * * *
Take a deep breath, says grasshopper
As it is your last
And bow to your shadow
As a servant to a master
On the velvet morning
* * * * *
I can hear the footsteps
On dried leaves
Under maple trees
Along the Lovers Lane
And yet, the cold breaths
On my lips as the kiss of death
* * * * *
Moments of loneliness and contemplation
Yet, no reflection of the soul
In the dusk of December Day
And an empty riverbed of drought

Train

2009-10-21T09:00:00.000-07:00

A train passes my route everyday
With many faces, sharing a path and many destinations
Swallowed and puffy, charming and attractive, many are
Where life goes from this platform? where ends?
Yellow grass on the edge of the railroad tells stories
Of travelers, lost in mist and fog of a clear day
On my route, a train passes everyday
At 8 o’clock, conductor is lost in his dreams,
All automated, no siren at crossing, and the risk is mine and yours.
Who will deliver the news when the car passes the crossing
and no horn cries Of the last warning of a lost destination?
I stare in the eyes of passengers, and do not see but nothingness
Rushed toward a point in time and space.

In God's eyes

2009-07-02T19:26:00.000-07:00

Let’s be scattered in the kink of the wind
And swim in the bed of a tender silence
Let’s become eternal in happiness and sorrow
Between two parallel mirrors
Let’s become cloud and rain over
Mountains and fields
And wash away the blood spot from the grass
And say the essence of Jews, Moslems and Hindus
Yellow, black and white
Is the same in the eyes of God
Let’s wash away the prejudice
And present the crocodile and wolf
A bouquet of flower
And call for man and beast to reconcile

Mourning

2009-05-06T13:43:00.000-07:00

In the night of deliverance
Where the last breathe of love
Faded away with the breeze of whispering lies
A prostitute of cheap emotion and expensive clothes
Vanished in the memories
I sat between two parallel mirrors
To mourn beyond immortality
For a man who did not know how to quit

Twin

2009-03-02T16:04:00.000-08:00

From my past, there is a shadow, unknown to you
And known to me, ignored and abandoned
A leper of the souls, forgotten of love
Creeps in me in the dark of emptiness
And quasi happiness, blown out of proportion
A creature of night with no blood and no fangs
Harmless and vacant, no rage, no emotion
We were brothers, from the same womb
Born at the same time, intertwined
One body, two faces of doubt and faith
We grew together and no one noticed him
He was chained in light and free in dark
I was chained in dark and free in light
We divided our life in four
Hanged them to four seasons
And four corners of the world
He is gone his way, and I went my way
We meet occasionally at an empty table
No salute, no good morning and no good bye

Benny

2009-01-04T11:57:00.000-08:00

He came to us on a hot summer day
A year and half ago when life was sad and gray
He was still a puppy of six months old
Lost most likely as we were told
I named him Benny after Benny Hill
For he was playful and silly after his meal
He was gentle and kind like spring air
White as snow the color of his hair
Black eyes, deep as moonless summer night
Full of energy, life and colorful light
Loved to lie down on my running shoes
Loving them, or chewing, his to choose
Grabbing my slippers and running in the house
This was his game, playing cat and mouse
He slept with us sometimes in our bed
At the foot and if cold next to my head
We dressed him like old farmer boys
In Christmas Holidays to play with his toys
He passed away last night without any reason
Our home is now cold and empty as the season
My heart is aching from pain and sorrow
From this great loss of today and tomorrow
Tears flow down of our faces night and day
To become river of loss to eternal sadness bay
He was an angle of goodness and love
God! You hold him in your arms now as your dove

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Note:
This poem is written in memory of Benny (our beloved companion) who passed away around 3:30 in the morning on 1/4/2009 without any sickness, probably from heart failure.
I found him in the parking lot of National Semiconductor In July 2007 when I was working there as process engineer. He was lost for days, if not weeks, and was very hungry. He was a puppy, 6-7 months old. I took him home and became one of my best friends.
He was about 2 years old at the time of his death.
We miss him a lot.

1/4/2009
Arlington, TX

Wonder year (Obama)

2008-11-06T18:36:00.000-08:00

Gathered on the grass
Two hundred thousand shining eyes
In the darkness of Chicago’s night
November 4, 2008, the year of wonder
Emerged on the podium, humble, calm and composed
Fruits of millions on foot
“Obama” the shining star of the hardship
On his back, the toil and pain of centuries
On his forehead, morning star of new day
New era, new generation, new opportunities
Sea of people in the darkness of the night
This is Chicago, land of winds, grass and breeze
All colors, all together
With flag of their ancestors, founding fathers’ dreams
Man is created in his image, all equal, all different
It is Obama’s year, time of march, time of help
Time of sacrifices, time of selflessness, time of greatness
March my man, march to a new horizon
I will walk with you to the dusk of time

Veteran

2008-10-22T18:18:00.000-07:00

I was a soldier
Served in many wars
many invasions
I have been killed many times
all over the world
in different fronts
Wounded so often than I cannot remember
I fought Indians
I fought British
I fought in Texas
In Europe, Africa, Asia
I lost legs, arms, and my body
I fought in Vietnam
Fifty seven thousands times I was killed
I lost my dignity
my respect
In the eyes of my fellow countrymen
I fought In Golf
I came home and suffered from Golf syndrome
and I was denied the truth
I was denied treatment
I was called hero
The whole country rose up on my return
My fellow countrymen
praised me and waved flags
Governors and mayors
Congressmen and senators
President and First Lady
all use my name
my sacrifices
my wounds and blood
my body and sole
for their ambitions
to consolidates their positions
I was told my fight is for
Human rights
For safety and security
and weapons of mass destruction
I shed blood
I died many times
in the arms of my comrades
I lost my sole in deserts
my humanity
I fought for humanity
but I destroyed humans
I fought for security
but I created chaos
I fought terrorism
but I created more terrorists
I fought against poverty
and I created an army of poor
I fought against palaces in Iraq
to create more palaces and mansions at home
I have been a pawn in the game of political chess
No less, no more
I was discharged with honor
to be a veteran
I am home again
Festivity is over
banners are folded for my next return
from another war
another invasion
another destruction
I am standing alone
in the middle of the square
and forgotten
No recognition and homeless
I am an US veteran
with a Purple Heart medallion
hanging on his uniform
Soldier of many wars
Forgotten relic of military machine
Expired item of business world

Dawn and Dusk

2008-09-03T19:12:00.000-07:00

Who lives in your eyes?
Drawn in blue, as ocean
Coffee in your hand and
Greed in your hearth as
The weapon of many killings
The war of innocent start
And the peace of sinful end
Made no difference between
Your small and slim fingers
For the good of mankind and
Growth of wealth, written beneath
The ivory teeth, wrapped in braces
Of wants and desires, shown in book
Of no passions, no mercy, no God
Tell me for the first time, and last
Who lives in your eyes?
Drawn in black, as nights of no moon
Dagger in your hand and
Son, at your feet as lamb of sacrifice
When no voice will command
Before blood colors the horizon
To make dawn and dusk of eternal day

Shadow

2008-07-18T15:25:00.000-07:00

What did I see in palm of your hand?
That brought me to my knee
In all shadowy night, lines of you
Guided me in my walk toward a point,
Engulfed in halo of tears, mystic mist.
I always asked myself in parallel worlds, parallel words
If the lines of you, ever will rest in a forest of dreams?
Or ever my sorrow travels to your doorstep?
One day, sky cried to me in thunder
I trembled as a bird falls on the ground
In the hand of a falcon
I lost my faith since then in all things
That cover my eyes, in shadows.
Hold my hand and travel to me
To the grassland of mystic dreams
Who knows, one day I may gain my faith
In all things that never existed in you
And never die in me

Lost Sun

2008-05-25T19:36:00.000-07:00

I stood still
In the passage of life and time
Separated by touch, closed eyes
I left the land on foot
With my brothers fire and thirst
One night, when Gods lost their minds
And grass did not yield to wind
I left behind my brothers
In search of the lost sun
I walked along the river of pain
With sands in my shoes and moon in my hands
The surge of rising night
Pouring from the shadows of forgotten memories
On my shoulders as the curl of long hair in my youth
Falling down from the trees and man
In the valley of silence
Life burnt soul and dreams
Eyes of the sky
Hidden in blood and toil
To remind man of his intolerance and sin
Fixed on path of never ending desire and chaos
Cried load in tears, trickling from the corner of the
The barren cloud, covering me in its shade
In the prophesy of journey
To bring home the lost sun
I walked many times around the circle that
Never meant to be conquered
Not knowing the sun
Was under my shirt, hidden.

Bird of no wings

2008-04-30T21:44:00.000-07:00

I call on you
In the silence of night
Flame of your love
Burns me to ashes
To give me rebirth
Hear my call in the breeze
Hear my call from fire
What would I be without you?
When you hear my call
Nothing matters any more
When you do not hear my call
Nothing matters any more
I begin with you
I end with you
What would I be without you?
An empty drum
An arid land
A bird of no wings
What would I be without you?

Chalice of eternal love

2008-03-22T19:00:00.000-07:00

I will bring you a basket of dawn
With the mist of love
In the resurrection of my soul
When you show your face
In the horizon of my path
Sun is no more radiant
As candle in a summer day
Walk with me along the river of
Thousand turns, thousand unknowns
In the morning breeze
In the shade of affection
I will sing your name to the clouds
I will drink the wine of purity
In the chalice of eternal love
As I walk along the edge of moonlight
A shadow to fallow you
Who engulfs existence beyond Earth and Heaven

Universe

2008-03-02T19:05:00.000-08:00

How Could I not love?
I, who is the breath of universe
And the attraction of matter and spirit
Absorbed in me, a glimpse of truth and beauty
Light of lights and whisper of whispers
I became you in flow of good
To leave behind my evil and desires in purity of you
Bewildered from the wine
Of your existence, in sunrise and sunset
And delicate laborious tasks of a honeybee
Along the warmth of spring
And coolness of autumn
I became the blue and horizon

Birthday

2008-02-08T21:48:00.000-08:00

I stand at the gate of my 50th birth year
in my palm, a token of the past
from beyond my youth
A boiling memory
that fills my eyes
fills my heart
A morning fog that raps me
and my entire existence
Still, after 30 years
the medallion you hang around my neck
reminds me your scent
to drawn me in your eyes
still whispers in my ears
My arms stretch to far lands
beyond space and time
to the harmony of clouds
and the echo of rain
in my memories
At the gate of my 50th birth year
Still I dream of you
in cold night of winter
in hot night of summer
Every season
Every occasion
Every sad song
Every sad story
Everywhere
And for ever and ever

Fear

2008-01-13T10:08:00.000-08:00

It’s not safe to walk in dark
In street or in park
Creature of night may grab you
Monsters do not care who is who
* * *
It’s not safe to embarrass the boss
Complain, criticize or fuss
Remember that walls have mice
They can hear and that’s not nice
* * *
It’s not safe to be middle-eastern man
Like a fish fried in oil and pan
Buggy man may put you in chains
Every time he thinks if it rains
* * *
It’s not safe to be weak and feeble
Called dangerous and unstable
Bully-boy may come after you
Arrogant does not care who is who
* * *
It is not safe to be poor and sick
with no option to chose and pick
To die lonely in despair
Broken, in pain with no care

City

2007-12-12T19:58:00.000-08:00

City was in turmoil
From head to toe
Gangs of youth and lust
Raped the virginity of walls
As their ancestors cultivated the land
Teenage girls of twelve became mothers
Headless children of bleak future
Were born from barrel of gun
In ghettos and low income neighborhoods
A boy of old generation
Shot the blackboard in math class
In the heart of equal sign of 1=1
He understood math, but
In his town of many
One was not equal one

November Night

2007-11-22T14:46:00.000-08:00

It is November night in my beloved South
Leaves of fall hanging from trees
Tired and broken as life itself
Birds of night watch from top branch
Of an elm tree on the corner of
Abandoned road, twisted as rattle snake
Lied on the gray of loneliness
Shattered pieces of moon in a puddle
Of evening rain, left over of an old flame
Forgotten in the heart of ashes
From far away yesterdays
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Whirlwind of a cold front
A traveler from Canada’s frozen feet and face
Rubs its twisted body against shivering window
Open mouth and half closed eyes
Not knowing her past, wondering about future
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A beetle walks slowly on the fallen leaves
Sacrificed to the Goddess of dormant life and cold
In search of companions to forget the bitterness of
The night and whisper of sunrise song
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I, who once was fire, watch from
The shield of my comfort zone
The darkness, scattered on my bike
Leaned back on the tree that has forgotten to live

For BB

2007-11-14T19:19:00.000-08:00

My heart is full of sorrow
I close my eyes and see no tomorrow
Darkness is over everything surrounding me
Lord of heaven and earth, help me
Lift this sorrow from my heart
* * *
My heart is broken with ache
I weep for my companion’s sake
She joined the eternity in heaven
Flying as spirit above the clouds of seven
Lift this sorrow from my heart
* * *
Help me to cope with my loss
To be patient as you on cross
Tell me you have her in your site
For ever and ever, day and night
Lift this sorrow from my heart.
* * *
I open my arms calling on her
How I loved her, how I missed her
Sound dies in my mouth from sorrow
Piercing my heart the pain of arrow
Lift this sorrow from my heart

Memories

2007-10-20T18:27:00.000-07:00

In a pair of oceanic eyes
Road to dusk broke down
Trees of high hill
Challenging the horizon to their knees
Sword-men of farewell salute
In speedy loss of memory
Brought to earth
Forgotten whisper of a promis
Made in feverish night
From a distant land
And a distant memory
A shadow emerges, fresh
As the October morning of a blessed year

Imagination

2007-08-16T18:32:00.000-07:00

Your skin: Breeze
Your lips: Fire
Your body: Sea
Your eyes: Sky
Your bosom: Dream land
Your voice: Water
Your existence: The echo of my imagination
In moments of loneliness

needle hole

2007-08-03T18:22:00.000-07:00

I looked through a needle hole
upon the world
A line became alley
A leaf became grass land
A bush became forest
The tears of an abandoned child
A rolling river of no ends
The bird of your eyes
Flew to magic-mountain
In the chill of the leftover night

year of emptiness

2007-07-29T16:53:00.000-07:00

Shed tears with me
On the dry land
Soil is fragile with fever
Trees and grass are burning
Within the morning meadow
Moisture taste not good
Water is not wanted
Rain is not welcome
Shed tears with me
On the fragile soil
Trees grow with no bird
Grass grow with no worms
Lady-bird lost her heart
She does not fly from tree to tree
She does not nest in the grass
Shed tears with me
On the dry land
Sparrow’s nest is invaded
Her eggs are taken
No chicks to fly this spring
Trees are growing empty
Grass is growing shallow
Warms despise the earth
Earth abandoned the trees
Crow, my companion of dusk
Is quiet with sorrow
Roosters at the crack of the dawn
Break the silence of the night
To cry “Good Morning” in sarcastic tone

Yesterday

2007-03-03T20:19:00.000-08:00

Yesterdays
I remember the red bird
In the freshness of a summer morning
Hanging over our fence
Supremacy of water lily
And the reflection of sky
In rain water of broken pot
Yesterdays
When clouds cried over my home in tears
I could see the vanishing ancient Gods
In vibration of rain bubbles
Swallowed by thirsty earth
Yesterdays
At the end of each autumn day
I chased the humming bird
To the end of rain bow
And in the shade of willow trees
I listened to whispers of falling leaves
In their journey to grass
And the songs of crickets
In summer nights
To say good night to palm tree
Before my eyes went to sleep
And good morning to sparrows
At the end of a starry night

Zarathustra

2007-02-03T13:26:00.000-08:00

Zarathustra was a great prophet
A man of wisdom and sight
Messenger of beauty and good
Chosen by Ahura Mazda, the God of truth and light
* * *
He was enlightened in Alborz Mountain
To spread three simple virtues
Good Thought, Good Words, and Good Deeds
So man can fly with God’s wings
* * *
He came down from mountain to the plain
To stop Ahreeman, the God of evil
To nourish the land and mother earth
Guide to light, the soul of people
* * *
At the skirt of the mountain, he saw
A hunter chasing a game
To shed her blood and contaminate the land
To decorate his table and his fame
* * *
Stop; do not shed this creature’s blood
Said Zarathusthtra in low voice
Killing is not the Lord’s way
Live and let live is his choice
* * *
Replied to Zarathustra, the hunter
Who are you stopping me from my prey?
This is the way of life in this land
My family asked for meat, not grass and hay
* * *
I will show you another way
A path to become one with earth and life
To earn your livings from mother of all
Till and Plant to feed your children and wife
* * *
Further in his journey to people
He met a man cutting a tree
Saddened by this act of sacrilege
Stopped that man of care free
* * *
Cutting trees is not a good deed
No one ever told you this simple truth?
Not to harm Ahura’s beauty
This provider of shade and fruit
* * *
I need the wood to build my house
To shelter me from hot and cold
A place of comfort to my children
At nights when stories are told
* * *
Earth provides you all you need
Clay to build your shelter
Pruned branches for door and windows
Stone to setup your alter
* * *
Further down the road, Zarathusthtra
Faced two men engaged in fight
Using obscene language and insult
Showing each other no courtesy, but might
* * *
Why you are fighting my brethren?
Under this beautiful sky of blue
Why engaged in unkind words and hostility
In this natural beauty and hue
* * *
He tried to steal my sheep
Replied one with anger and red face
This thief admits not his wrong-doings
You be the judge of this case
* * *
I am not a thief, but man of honor
He who had pity on this sheep
Suffering from hunger and thirst
Neglected by man of anger and whip
* * *
Behold my brothers, the hand of Ahreeman
is in full swing between neighbors
He who creates chaos and hate
is doing Ahreeman great favor
* * *
Zarathustra was a great prophet
A man of wisdom and sight
Messenger of beauty and good
Chosen by Ahur Mazda, God of truth and light

Year of Revelation

2007-02-03T13:22:00.000-08:00

It was the year of revelation
To be born from the womb of love
To suck nourishments from the bosom of hate
To sleep with lullaby of peace
To wake up with thunder of war
And in between
River of blood carried tuxedos and wedding gowns
I hung up my gloves and leave
I am on my pilgrimage
To the land of dreams
To dwell in house of sand and fog
I will look into the eyes of setting sun
And ask her to return
To tell her that I am scared of darkness
I will look into the eyes of rising moon
And will tell her
I am glad to see her in this dark night
I will recite all the poetries of great poets
I will invite her to my garden
To swim in the palm of my hands

Nature

2007-02-03T13:02:00.000-08:00

Sky is green
Cloud is white
Sea is red
Tree is light
* * *
Wind is blue
Dream is grey
Hills are alive
Life is prey
* * *
Dawn is silent
Bird is dying
Dusk is mourning
Grass is crying
* * *
Day gets shorter
Night is falling
Mountain is weeping
River is calling

Gods

2007-01-17T16:19:00.000-08:00

The cry of mighty gods of ancient time
Echoed in thunders of spinning cloud
Sea turned her face to color of lime
To recant them in whisper or loud
* * *
Golden days are passed and forgotten
Man is civilized, no needs for Gods
Time and Gods are wind and cotton
Said Hera, the queen of mighty Gods
* * *
Morning breeze in her passage over green lands
Whispered Hera’s sorrow to three little boys
“Oh, but we are not man”, raising their hands
“We need them. They are our toys”.

ALF

2007-01-10T16:33:00.000-08:00

At my feet, lies down my dog
Dreaming of petting, loving and hug
Half closed eyes, relaxed, dreamy and silence
Head between paws, waiting, watching with sense
* * *
His name is Alf, after alien life force
A gift of heaven on galactic course
Happy boy with spring in his legs
Never yields to any chain or pegs
* * *
Always happy and running, seams crazy
Hates to be called stupid, bad boy or lazy
He is my Alf, true friend and daddy’s boy
My companion and source of happiness and joy

Cry of the Meadow

2007-01-06T22:48:00.000-08:00

I hear the wind
The cry of longing meadow
Parched, breathless land of summer hit
Whispering, mumbling wind
Passing through trees
Flying over grass
Of my neighbors
With trimmed edge
Like a British school boy
As I’ve seen on TV
Every Saturday night
On British comedy shows
For twenty and some years
I, the resident of North Texas
An educated man of fifty
With anger of war
And sadness of children
Of lesser God
I hear the wings of the wind
Flying over my house
In this North Texas city
Of breathless summer hit

Residence

2007-01-06T22:46:00.000-08:00

I reside at the edge of rainbow
Where man and grass become one
O’ God of all colors
Come and dine with me
I shall cook for you
From the forbidden tree
You have been away for too long
You have gone away too far
* * *
My home is at the end of rainbow
Where heaven and earth converge
O’ God of all colors
Come and dine with me
On my table I have
Bread and wine
Flesh and blood
One for heaven
One for earth
* * *
I reside at the edge of the world
Where thirst of earth dwells with man
Hunger of heaven dwells with God
O’ God of all colors
Dine with me from tree of life
To become one of me.

First Love

2007-01-06T22:38:00.000-08:00

Before I could walk
I fell in love at first sight
My sweetheart was a pony
Made of cotton, cloth with five inch height
* * *
I chewed and bit her all day
She was my friend and pacifier
The birth, death and eternity
The notch of life for ever
* * *
I fell in love again years later
At the onset of my teenage life
My sweetheart was our neighbor’s girl
An eighteen year old soon to become wife
* * *
I watched her on the way to school
I worshiped her from behind the door
She did not know me and my affection
She never noticed me and my amour
* * *
I was in college when lightening hit
From behind math book of hard cover
Two eyes of shining star in night
To rob my heart and mind over and over
* * *
Her hair was softer than velvet
Her skin was smoother than morning breeze
Her affection was the land of dreams
Her walk was grace and ease
* * *
She threw me in sea of insanity
I cried loud from joy
She dragged me to depth of ecstasy and agony
I whispered “Bless you my love, destroy”

Pain and Fear

2007-01-02T13:47:00.001-08:00

I feel the pain of day
Swallowed by darkness
As I feel the fear of mouse
Swallowed by snake
I feel the pain of night
Swallowed by day
As I feel the fear of innocence
Swallowed by harshness of life

Old Memories

2006-12-26T19:24:00.000-08:00

I held on you
As long as I could
I whispered your name every morning
I revived your image every night
I tried hard
And yet you slipped away
One night I could not
Remember your face
One morning I could not
Whisper your name
Your face had faded away
Your name had faded away
Like writings in sand
Overtaken by never ending waves
I tried to mourn you
From when roosters crack the night
Until wild birds return home
After last feeding of the day
I wore a black shirt
It was an empty shell
I tried to weep
No tears fell down
My eyes were dry
My face was dry
I returned to my heart
You were no longer
You became a myth
To be told
In the winter of my days

Time

2006-12-26T19:20:00.000-08:00

It is the time of joy
It is the time of sorrow
It is the time of self sacrifice
It is the time of selfishness
It is the time of martyrdom
It is the time of betrayal
It is the time of good
It is the time of evil
It is the time of laughter
It is the time of tears
It is the time of valor
It is the time of cowardice
It is the time of love
It is the time of hatred
It is the time of war
It is the time of peace
It is the time of contradictions
Throats are being slashed
In the name of faith
Parents are punished for
Their children’s sins
Virgins are sacrifice at the
Alters of false Gods
Prophets abandoned their flock
And God, tired and broken
Left heaven for simple life
In the mountain of dream land

Twilight Zone

2006-12-25T10:31:00.000-08:00

It is a quiet road
Rough and un-shaven
Old trees hung over it
In the mist of October morning
A passerby, unshaven as the road itself
Stops at the corner to look back
A woman of faded beauty
From her porch is observing
The man, road and the mist
Her paled face is the dawn
Her empty look is the dusk
Standing still in frozen time
Waiting for the one who never
Will pass her porch again

My Brother Wolf

2006-12-25T10:29:00.000-08:00

I can hear the howl of my brother wolf
Echoed in darkness of forest
From afar where God and angels
Mingle with all creatures
Away from man’s eyes
My brother wolf
Stands alone on the ridge
Of sky and earth
Rainbow of October mist
Extends from his tail to head
My brother wolf
Brings the rainbow
To forest and plain
A gift of heaven and mist
Extended from his tail to head
I salute you my brother wolf
For carrying the mist and light
Your coat is as shiny as God’s
Your eyes as fiery as God’s
Your loneliness as deep as man’s
I hear the howl of my brother wolf
In the emptiness of nights
In the emptiness of souls
I salute you my brother wolf
With my gratitude
With my heart

Summer of 2006

2006-12-25T10:27:00.000-08:00

Summer soared in heat and drought
Many wild fires across the land and thought
News of Iraq’s war became more
A chronic phenomenon of pain and sore
* * * * *
Torture was legalized by Senate and House
One side of the isle played the other as cat does mouse
Boogeyman of Cold War has changed name
It is North Korea and Iran, but story remains the same
* * * * *
Gas price shot up like Old Faithful
Every day of this summer as a rule
Energy again became the subject of talks
Recommended for health, bicycle and long walks

Dead Man Club

2006-12-25T10:24:00.000-08:00

I met a dead man yesterday
In the cafeteria where I had lunch
He was among his friends
All dead in their forties
He had mash potato, gravy, salad, chicken, and a piece of pie
He cleaned his plate and left
Onion of his salad behind
He believes raw onion will
Cause bad breath
Unacceptable by norms of the society
Dead man is a technician of highly
Specialized machinery, restricted to
Efficiency and no waste
He belongs to “Efficient Dead Man Club (EDMC)”
In his circle, all members of the “EDMC”
Believe only in well- synchronized
Tick-Tack, Tick-Tack, Tick-Tack, Tick-Tack

Traveler

2006-12-22T17:41:00.000-08:00

You I remember in pages of my memory
Glimpse of the past, classics or contemporary
In red, blue and green with inner white
Blossom of the roses at my site
* * *
Echo of future to become soon
Rising high like a shining moon
Spreading your wings over world
Breeze of life, yet sharper than sword
* * *
Traveler of uncharted sea
Yet, pleasant and colorful like morning tea
Carved in my soul your intellect and wit
Goddess of grace, slim and fit

Red Bird

2006-12-22T17:39:00.000-08:00

Love

2006-12-22T17:38:00.000-08:00

Love, the Godly gift of heaven
To give the earthly body to flame
Riding on the wings of wind
Over land of no name
* * *
A shooting star in night
Crossing the sky to unseen horizons
Depiction of immortal life
In colors of all seasons
* * *
Born from desire and chaos
It’s meant to be laughter and tear
Lifting the soul to new height
Bold and agile with no fear

Farm's Life

2006-12-22T17:37:00.000-08:00

When grass converse with soil
In the silence of evening dew
Farmer returns home from his toil
To sleep, perhaps hour or two
* * *
It is a harsh life tilling the land
From morning until night
Planting seeds with rugged hands
Hoping for the rain to come in sight
* * *
Thinks the bald eagle, in the heat of summer day
Sitting on branches of a dead tree
Hard life should be if I say
Rooted in land and being free
* * *
When water converse with riverbed
In the valley of thousand rocks
Farmer’s kids are hungry and unfed
Meager and bony his live stocks
* * *
When morning star vanishes in mouth of day
And sun spreads her wing over farm
Farmer’s daughter looking for hay
So their cow comes to no harm
* * *
When winter brings chills and cold
And land and trees covered with snow and ice
Farmer worries what winter hold?
Or will last his grain and rice

Achilles and Hector

2006-12-22T17:36:00.000-08:00

Whisperers of destruction are in rise
Different faces and one voice to be concise
They say “democracy”, but mean destruction
They say “freedom”, but mean obstruction
Rule of law is for the weak
Rigid as it sounds with no tweak
Strength defines the rules
Carrots for the ass, kick for mule
History is the wish of the victor
But at the end, death takes Achilles and Hector

Worship

2006-12-22T17:34:00.000-08:00

I prayed to thou my lord
From the branches of willow tree
Hanging over my head, Damocles’ sword
Dare not, not ever been free
* * *
With sun rise, baptized I was, in light
Golden rays, blue sky
With sun set, upon me fell nights
Broken wing, tear and despair in my eyes
* * *
Climbing to mountaintop, kissing the morning star
Universe in my arms, floating Ark
Being with you, my lord, near and far
Blessed with love, no fear of dark

You and I

2006-12-22T17:32:00.000-08:00

You were the hunter
I was the game
You crossed over
I stayed the same
You were the wind
I was the land
You were the rain
I was the sand
You were the light
I was the sky
You were the cloud
I dreamed of fly

Origin

2006-12-22T17:30:00.000-08:00

I am from desert
Son of sand and wind
Sun and arid land
Conceived from toil and till
Sweat and unfinished life
I am the only one
And one of thousands
My mother, the seven sisters
Dwell in far galaxy
My father, the grimness of a broken land

Your Eyes

2006-12-22T17:28:00.000-08:00

Ocean was lost in your eyes
Forest lost itself in your reflection
And a pair of skylarks built their nest in your chest
Long long time ago,
An arrow took me beyond blues and greens
To that forest
Long long time ago
Snow grabbed me
Rain carried me away
In deep and shallow rivers
Rivers ended into ocean
Ocean was lost in your eyes.

I exist

2006-12-22T17:27:00.000-08:00

I exist
In glimpse of a shadowy morning,
The vibration of cricket’s wings
Flow of salty pearl between broken lines of your eyes
Barefoot,
I stand, half Man, half God,
Half full
Half empty
Half old
Half child
Half lost
Half aware
Wings of my love, extended from far-east to far-west
And the whole world
A dancing shadow
In palm of my hands
In the depth of my soul
My fiery heart

Earth and Sky

2006-12-22T17:25:00.000-08:00

God created the Earth and the Sky
The darkness upon Land
From horizon,
Where sky touched the land
The line of eternal reds and greens,
Blues and yellows
I was created from the fire of your breast
In the depth of your eyes
In the clouds of your hair, golden falls, hanging willows
In extended moments of vanishing morning star
Between two Hellos
One So-long

In Your Name

2006-12-22T17:22:00.000-08:00

Yesterday, when I had my annual checkup
Said to me my doctor
“You have arrhythmia”
Confused, asked I
“Arrhythmia”!
What is that?
Said he “Just irregular heart beat”
Oh!
Smiled I, closed lips left his office.
Poor Doctor,
He does not know better.
Oh my darling
The aspiration of Gods and Earth
My heart beats in your name
You,
The clouds in sky
Shadow on Earth
Breeze on the back of the leaves
When my heart whispers your name,
It beats fast, and stops when you do not pass over.
Between the whispers of the morning breeze and trees,
I hear your footsteps
When water flows in the fields
And cries the thirsty barley seed, starved peach tree,
Oh my darling,
My heart stops, listens to hear you
In the whispers of the singing breeze.

War

2006-12-22T17:19:00.000-08:00

Tomorrow
When world opens eyes
Birds will not sing
Water will not flow
Trees will not blossom
Tomorrow
Dawn will not be born
Earth swallows its sons
Mountains crumble
And clouds will keep their tears to themselves
Tomorrow
Daughters of grass and meadows
Will be buried in their wedding gowns
Tomorrow
War drums will invite angel of death
The land of two rivers will lose sleep
Open land, burned to bone will cry
Tomorrow
New rivers will flow
New sons will be born
From fire and blood

Wall of Fire

2006-12-20T19:05:00.000-08:00

I listened to a song called wall of fire
It meant to raise my spirit and desire
I sang along all nigh till dawn
I danced along with music of Pan
It was a crazy night, burning with fever
Running and roaring like a mad river
Jumping up and down like a jack rabbit
Out of my skin, out of my habit
Reaching to sky, grabbing the moon
Sharing it with trees, giving it to raccoon
Touching the stars, flying with the mocking bird
Roaming with breeze, running with the herd
All night I danced with that song
I felt happy and I felt young
Angels came down from heaven with rainbow in their hands
Giving it grass without any demands
Crickets were singing, competing with frogs
No one was in the field, but prairie dogs
I heard a voice from far
Mumbling words from distant star
Simple words for two legged creature
In colorful world of all feature
Live and let live, this is the rule
Life is precious, don’t be cruel

Sacred Word

2006-12-20T18:48:00.000-08:00

We were promised the sacred “Word”
The word, not from man and not from Lord
The essence of death and life
Sharper than any sword and knife
Word of love and reason
Beyond the reach of any season
Word from within, word from beyond
Not from above and not from ground
We were promised the sacred “Word”
But “there is a price, if we can afford”
Toll is high, toll is terrible
Toll is punishment, toll is horrible
We agreed to the price, we accepted the toll
Punishment was intolerable, we forgot the “Word”

Song-1

2006-12-20T18:44:00.000-08:00

Songs of my heart, songs of sorrow
Tears of my eyes, blood of tomorrow
* * *
Gloomy morning, gloomy night
Ugly darkness, no light in sight
* * *
A dancing daisy on the prairie
Magic of elves, music of fairies
* * *
Echo of cuckoo bird in the cloud
Pregnant clouds, crying load

Life

2006-12-20T18:38:00.000-08:00