۱۳۸۸ شهریور ۱, یکشنبه

4in the morning, one summer night

The silence through my window simply reminds me of unique presence of my conscious inside my territory. What can I possibly say about matters I think about right now, and I really believe that’s not a matter of importance. But it seems to keep me awake for hours through the night that keeps away from entering my world of dreams, such a world that feels much finer to me. What am I aching for? Forget it.
Apart from all the reasons I find worthy to think of, I just like doing that. Simple and easy, night life is something attracting me in this empty hours of mine. No need to reach an answer or making a conclusion, just to remain alert through the night, brings me the final points during occupied hours of mine. Like a flashback you suddenly feel enlightened.
Well, why should I hide my thoughts? Those are about me myself, love, freedom, social affairs.
A quick review of my nights

۱۳۸۸ مرداد ۲۱, چهارشنبه

دُرد ناب

خیره می نگرم
سکوت کوهستان، تاریکی شب، روشنای ماه
و خیال من
بلند و طولانی
ای کاش زیستنم در امتداد چنین شبی باشد

تا که صبح، نوای اولین گنجشک مرا به خواب بخواند

سرشار از فراوانی روزهایم و شب هایی چون روز
کوهستان ساکت، شب تاریک، ماه روشن
چنین شبی را عطش دارم
ای انسان ها مرا به خود مخوانید
مگر قصد همراهی من، در این سان شبی داشته باشید
و خیالتان
بلند و طولانی